All language subtitles for Friday The 13th. The Series 3x19 - The Tree of Life.eng

I'm sorry, you can't leave
your car there.

Where's my wife?

Uh, Mr. Eng...
They called me at work.

You'll have
to move your car.

Mrs. Eng was admitted
at 3:05 P.M.

Her contractions were
ten minutes apart.

W-Well, well,
where is she?

I promised I'd be there.

(woman panting)

Michael.

(panting)

Michael.

(panting)

Michael.

Wait. Are there
any complications?

NURSE:
No.

Hello, Mr. Eng.

Your wife is
doing bravely.

Uh... can I see her?

She's asked that you don't,

not till she's through
the transition.

But, but she wanted
me to be there.

There is plenty
of time yet.

You know, where I come from,
we have a saying.

"Lan beeyan
or beesh gear no go die.

Chieda tallan go bar."

Dr. Oakwood...

There is a charm

for the easing
of a laboring woman.

And that is for the husband

to place a candle
at the foot of a mighty oak.

Nurse Dana
will show you the path.

Look, I've put up
with this mumbo jumbo

up to now, but...

No, you look.

You came to me sterile.

If it were not for me,

you'd not be having
this baby at all.

Now, you have trusted me
this far.

You must trust me now...
to the last step.

After you.

(thunder cracks)

Follow the path
to the clearing.

You'll see it.

� �

(bird squawking, wings flapping)

Superstitious garbage.

(wind whistling)

(gasps)

(choking)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

(baby crying)

(sighs)

OAKWOOD:
Hello, love.

(chuckles)

Here he is.

He's a perfect wee boy.

(fussing)

Where's the other one?

I-I know I had twins.

W-Where's my
other baby?

I am sorry, love.

The little girl never
breathed at all.

No.

No, I heard her.

No, no, please.

I-I want my
baby girl.

No... no.

No, please,
I heard her.

I, I, I heard her.

(humming)

Oh, what will
you call her?

Shelagh.

It means
"Out of sacrifice comes joy."

A little sister.

A priestess
for the King of the Wood.

Oh, no, more than that.

She will be a prophetess
and a magician.

She's our first...

but soon this room will fill up
with her sisters,

and through them,
the secrets of the Druids

will spread once more
throughout the world.

(crying)

(thunder crashing)

(phonograph powers up)

(slow ragtime jazz playing)

(mechanical creaking)

(chimes tinkling)

(thunder crashes)

MICKI:
So are you hoping
for a boy or a girl?

Oh, it doesn't really matter
so long as it's healthy.

From her size,

I think there's a whole
softball team in there.

Matthew.

Why don't you get it?

You can use it
to decorate the nursery.

I think
we can splurge a bit.

When's the big day?

Could be
any day now.

They say the first
one takes its time.

Really?

This is your first one?

13 years we've been trying
to have a family.

We'd almost given up.

But then Dr. Oakwood said
you're never too old.

Or too rich.

(chuckles)
Matthew,

the woman's a saint.

She's a torturer.

I haven't had a cigarette
in nine months.

Then,
all that carrot juice

and oat bran.

The treatment is
just a health diet?

Well, we had to do our bit, too.

(laughter)
Matthew.

Thanks.
Thank you.

I'll have Johnny deliver these
this afternoon.

(bell rings)

Dr. Oakwood will be
with you in a moment.

Thanks.

Your tests show the
baby's doing fine.

I'm so happy.

To be a good sister is

to be a friend to all
the forest creatures.

Let's name some.

I know.
ALL:
Me, me, me, me, me.

Yes?
Birds.

Right.

Squirrels.

Right.

So we have birds and animals.

What else?

Badgers.

That's an animal,
too, silly.

(girls laughing)

I know,

I know.

Shelagh,

can you name some
of the forest creatures?

Trees.

Oh, good,
Shelagh,

very good.

Yes, all the forest is alive--

the trees, the rocks,
everything--

but only those

who know the magic of the
Sisterhood can speak to them.

That's why we learn
our spells and chants.

Let's sing
our song

that calls the crow
to our window.

� Arise saw caw �

� Ven caw-venaw �

� Ta gay ma gaas �

� Fow mo pay naw �

� Sca vaw may undoo... �

Thanks a lot.

WOMAN:
Please, let me have it.

I'll call the cops!
No... she
stole my baby.

And you stole the magazine!
Give it to me!

Now give it back!

No!
Hey, lighten up, okay?

I'll buy it for her.

All right.

She's a witch, a witch.

Nobody believes me.

She stole my baby.

She told me that she died,
but I know she stole her.

"Dr. Sybil Oakwood--
Bringer of Life."

It was a spell,
not a treatment.

It had to be;
it happened too fast.

Well, is there
anybody I can call,

have them
pick you up?

Your husband
maybe?

Gone, left without a word.

Why would he leave when he,

when he wanted a child
as much as I did?

Gee, I don't know.

(crying):
And now I've lost Scotty, too.

Scotty?

My son.

He died
last summer.

He was only
five years old.

She... she lied to me,
I know she did.

She kept her
for something.

Maybe you should talk
to somebody about this.

I can't go there;
she'd kill me.

If his sister
were there,

you-you'd recognize her
from this, wouldn't you?

I don't know, I, I...

Listen,

I think you should
try to get some help.

I am; I'm asking you.

"Founded in 1984,

"the Oakwood Clinic
enjoys a 98% success rate

"with its couples, who have
exhausted all other forms

of treatment."

Yes, but it doesn't say
what the treatment is.

Health food, apparently.

Hey, maybe we should do
some checking, huh?

Well, Sybil Oakwood's name
does not appear in the manifest.

Well, the
Sandersons did say

that she'd worked
miracles for them.

Did she look
like she was carrying twins?

Johnny, look,

Mrs. Eng may just be having
a breakdown, you know,

a sad case of somebody
who wants to believe

that they have
another child,

but it's just not so.

Maybe not.

But I promised.

Micki, you're
going, too?

I'm just going to make sure
that the Sandersons

are positive they don't need
a second cradle.

SYBIL:
Fahlche... Fahlche,

jree her no racht.

Fahlche va naw no drachta.

Fahlche, Cernunnos.

Seed of Cernunnos,

green when all else is dead,

be fruitful in
bleak midwinter.

Bloom and bear...

as the tree is fed.

Drink deeply

the lifeblood of
our forest king.

Schlomfra jree hor.

Schlomfra bannan
na Jrachta.

Schlomfra bannan
na Jrachta.

Soon, his sacred oak
will bear fruit,

and we will sow her offspring
far and wide.

Each priestess here

with her own seed to nurture.

And each with her own coven
of young ones to feed it

as our numbers grow,

until the forests
can hear once again

the prayers
of their Druid sisters.

� �

Mr. Forbes, you'll soon
have your baby,

but... there's something

you have
to do first.

You must take this candle
to the forest clearing.

There, you'll find
a ring of stones

by an old oak tree.

Place the candle
on the rock altar.

By the time
you return,

you'll be able to
see your new child.

(children murmuring)

Sybil says, if you put
mistletoe under your pillow,

you'll dream something true.

(door opening,
children laughing)

Sybil says, if you

put mistletoe
under your pillow,

you'll dream
something true.
NURSE DANA:
When I say go to bed,

I mean go to bed.

Strangle, strangle,

strangle.

Come on.

(wind howling)

(creaking)

(screaming)

(screaming)

Hello?

Okay, give me one good reason

why those children
should be there.

They belong to
the nurses.

(sighs)

What about the screaming?

It sounded like someone
was being tortured.

I don't know,
maybe some animal or something.

What about the ring of stones?

Johnny, you're reading things
into this.

That little girl was a
dead ringer for those photos.

I'm almost positive.

JACK:
Almost isn't
good enough.

Look, can't you see
how cruel it would be

to raise that woman's hopes
if you're wrong?

MICKI:
Johnny...

Jack's right.

If you're not sure...

Okay, okay.

I'll wait till dark to find out.

Look, Micki, I know
she's strung out,

but I believe her.

All the lights
are out.

Maybe they weren't
expecting us.

Come on, it's
around the back.

SYBIL:
We have gathered in this forest
under the magic of starlight,

and as we prepare
for the coming of a new child,

we must thank our God,
Cernunnos,

so that he may grant
the Sandersons a healthy baby,

for it is his powers
which have given us this child.

So, where are they?

I don't know.

This place was crawling
with kids the other night.

Maybe they went home
for the weekend.

Johnny!
Shh... come on.

SYBIL:
We come to you, Cernunnos,

in the presence of the children
you have blessed us with.

With the moon

as our witness,
accept this unborn child

as one of yours.

Satisfied?

No.
Why not?

How come nobody's here?

What if somebody goes
into labor tonight?

Oakwood's office.

Come on.

ALL:
Tu ross arese,
ta geen ta llan.

Fahlche, Cernunnos.

SYBIL:
The wreath of life
shall unite us all

on this holy night
as Cernunnos grants

this couple
before us a child.

The Eng file
isn't here.

Look again.

Johnny.

There's a fire out there
in the woods.

Come on.

(nurses and children
chanting indistinctly)

Shenall Fahlche.

Tu ross arese
ta geen ta llan.

As each of you drink

from the sacred cup,

you shall ensure
the child

of a safe and
gentle birth.

(sighs)

And they were chanting
in this...

singsongy kind of a language.

It reminded me of something.

Fen fie a pogue,
grin greg go garich.

Rin grobal clandi silly oak.

Sound anything
like that?

Yeah.

It's probably
ancient Gaelic.

Gaelic?

Yes, a language
spoken by the Celts.

Their priests were
called Druids,

and it seems as though
that's the sort of thing

we may be dealing
with here.

Druids... you mean
like Stonehenge

and sacrifice.

Yes, often performed
in a sacred grove

in front of
an oak tree.

Well, there was no sacrifice
this evening.

Yeah, but it
was like that tree

was part
of the ceremony.

Well, the Celts
knew that oaks

could survive most
lightning strikes,

so the Druids
believed that they...

they stored a kind
of sacred energy.

They became symbols for
rebirth and fertility.

(sighs)

I hate to think it may be true,
but, uh, I'm almost positive

that there's a cursed object
behind all this.

MICKI:
According to the records

of a Mrs. Emerson,
she also gave

birth to a son whose twin
sister died at birth.

This is strange.

Every one of these women
have had a boy like Mrs. Eng.

Now, what are the odds
of that happening?

(sighs)

This is the third file
stating that the father

abandoned mother
and child at birth.

JACK:
Aha, I knew it.

"A fertility statue
of black Irish oak.

Figurine of Cernunnos,
horned god of the Celts."

The Druids believed
that he gave birth

to twins--
a boy and a girl--

and they sprang fully grown
right out of his forehead.

But where is it?

We didn't see her
with one.

According to this,
Lewis sold it

to a Dr. Fredrick
Cornwall.

All right, then, love.

Easy up... easy.

There you go.

Well, then...

you are in the fullest
bloom of health.

(water running, splashing)

Then, why does it feel
like there's

two sets of feet
when it's kicking?

(laughs) They all
say that...

when they've got a
few days left to go.

But don't you go trying to
second-guess Mother Nature.

She has never
let us down yet.

You can get yourself
dressed now, darling.

She knows,
doesn't she?

With what we'll give
her, she won't remember

if she's had one
baby or 100.

The tree is blooming,

but the fruit
hasn't ripened at all.

Oh, dear.

Every 12th husband

is enough to feed the tree
for a year,

but to reproduce...

we need another sacrifice.

Mr. Sanderson.

Yes.

And then, we'll celebrate
the Cnoch-nan-ainneal,

the Sacrifice
of Fire.

Miss Foster, I told you,

I donated the statue
to one of the charity sales.

Is there any way that
it could have ended up

with a Dr. Oakwood?

Sybil Oakwood?
Yeah.

I could ask
if you like.

We share a number
of patients.

Share?

I'm a pediatrician.

Dr. Oakwood sometimes refers
clients for postnatal care.

Oh, one more
thing, Doctor.

Um, all of the babies from
The Oakwood have been boys.

How can that be?

Husbands determine
a baby's sex.

Her treatment may
stimulate his production

of Y chromosomes, and
that means you get boys.

She didn't stimulate
their sense of responsibility.

Are you aware that a number
of the husbands she's treated

have abandoned their families
at the time of birth?

Infertility can
undermine a marriage

long before a
child is born.

The birth convinces
some husbands

they're no
longer needed.

Now, if you'll
excuse me.

JOHNNY:
I'm glad you called.

I checked out the clinic
like I promised.

Now I don't want you
to get your hopes up, Mrs. Eng,

but there's a chance
your daughter might be there.

Oh, thank you.

Now I can't be certain, but...

Thank God.

...if you give me a little bit
more time, I'll...

Mrs. Eng?

Mrs. Eng?

Hello?

(door bells tinkle)

Dr. Cornwall said

that anyone
could have bought it.

Did he know
about Dr. Oakwood?

Oh, yes.

He thinks
she's a fine doctor.

Cursed object or not,

I bet you all those little girls
belong to women like Mrs. Eng.

Why's she doing it?

For her religion.

According to this,

Julius Caesar all but
wiped out the Druids.

So those that
survived blended in

with other
Pagan sects.

But they all held onto
one tenet of their faith.

What's that?

All their priests
were women.

And every nurse,
every doctor

in these Oakwood
files is listed

as being female.

MICKI:
What you're saying is

that the couples
at the clinic are
breeding her followers?

So the Druids
can rise again.

Then Mr. Eng and the other
missing husbands

are the sacrifices!

Yeah, but why some of the men
and not the others?

Don't you think

that the sacrifices
might be tied

to seasonal cycles and
phases of the moon?

Yes.

It's a full moon this week,
and the winter solstice.

Oh, my God.

Oh!

The Sandersons.

(giggling)
Now did you all
have a nice nap?

GIRLS:
Yeah.

Oh, good.

(girls chattering)

Well, Shelagh,

did you have
a good dream

with the mistletoe under
your pillow last night?

I dreamt of a nice man.

He said he was my... daddy.

But...

then he told me
that he was dead.

Well, that's not true.

You all have mommies
and daddies.

They live in a
faraway country.

SHELAGH:
Waiting to
teach us magic

when we go there with
you or Nurse Morgan.

That's right.

MRS. ENG:
No, it's not!

I'm your real mommy,

and I'm right here.

(gasps)

DANA:
Morgan!

I'm taking her,
and you can't stop me!

No! No!

Stop you?

Oh, no, love.

We only want to
celebrate your return.

You'll be the
guest of honor

at the Sacrifice of Fire.

No! No!

No! No!

(Mrs. Eng crying)

(muffled groaning)

I want that finished
by nightfall.

It will be.

Is there something not
to your liking, Morgan?

The wicker man.

It's not right
that it's a woman.

This is not a normal sacrifice.

The burning ripens the fruit
of the tree.

Any sacrifice
is acceptable.

We've never...

SYBIL:
We have no choice.

The tree is ready.

Oh, Morgan, love,

tomorrow, you will take a seed

and some
of the young ones

and form
your own coven,

spreading our religion
to another land.

The Druids are going
to live again.

Surely that's worth
one female life?

The Sandersons
are here.

She's in labor.

Oh, marvelous.

It's going to be a
joyous night all around.

(thunder rumbling)

Where could she go?

Oh, maybe the clinic.

No, she was terrified
of that place.

She swore she'd
never go back.

That was before she knew

she had a child
that may still be alive.

The Sandersons
aren't answering.

This time we all go
and take a look.

CAROL:
Aah, Matthew!

(panting)

Matthew!

I'm right here.

Breath deep.
(groans)

Come on.
(whimpers)

Mr. Sanderson,

would you mind
waiting outside, please?

Is something wrong?

Oh, on the
contrary, sir.

(Carol gasps)

Everything is going
exactly as it should.

(Carol panting)

(Carol gasps)

Johnny, make sure

that the little girl is
still in the nursery.

We'll see if we
can sneak inside.

By the time you get back,

she'll be through the worst.

But I thought

that Dr. Oakwood
wanted me involved.

Oh, she does.

This way.

Follow the path to
the forest clearing.

Go on. You know the place.

Do as I've told you.

(groaning)

This will make
the contractions stronger.

I don't...
I don't want any drugs!

You'll thank me for this.

(whimpering)

We call it

the Cloth of Dreams.

(loud breathing)

(clattering)

(footsteps passing)

Jack?

This is the chest
from the ceremony.

Maybe the figurine's in here.

That's Druidic,
all right.

They believed
that drinking

from the skull of their victim
guaranteed lush harvests.

Did they sacrifice women
as well as men?

Oh, yeah.

Let's look around and
see if we can find out

where they've got Mrs.
Eng and the Sandersons.

(wind howling)

(screaming)

Matthew!

Hold on, Matthew..

Matthew, give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Matthew!

Don't let go!

Matthew!

(yelling)

Matthew!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(speeded-up,
overlapping voices)

SYBIL:
Come on. Come on.

Here comes
the first one.

(baby crying)

Oh.

� �

(quiet voices of children)

(gasping)

Shh, shh.

(whispering):
I'm looking for someone.

Do you think
you can help me?

I'm looking for a lady

who isn't a nurse.

And I need help

because I don't know
what she looks like.

Do you remember seeing
a stranger like me?

The one who said
she was my mommy?

Yes.

That's right.

I don't know where
he came from or who he is.

It doesn't matter.

Prepare the wooden suit.

The others will
be so pleased.

Indeed.

A double male sacrifice will
guarantee the tree's strength.

She will bear fruit tonight.

(grunting)

(Jennifer moaning)

(machine beeping)

Your death shall be gentle...

and slow.

You are, after all,
a mother.

You have given life.

So we will do this very slowly.

You'll feel like
you're falling asleep

in a tub of warm water.

Where did
they take her?

I don't know.

I was too scared to look.

Why?

What scared you?

She was crying and saying
she was my mommy.

Why don't we see
if we can find her?

Just you and me, huh?
Why?

Because she
is your mommy.

Okay?
(baby crying)

(crying continues, girls oohing)

ALL (chanting):
Bannan na Jrachta.

Jrehooran u crann.

Un intacch nomad ta taqim.

U seecul man luchaira.

(screams, grunts)

(chanting):
Tu ross arese ta geen ta llan.

Fahlche Cernunnos,
shiv tagame.

(whispers):
Jack?

Oh, my God!

The chest is gone, too.

That means
they went to the tree.

What?

That's where they send
all the daddies.

Come on. We've got
to find your mommy.

Form a circle.

It is time.

(grunts)

(crunching)

MATTHEW:
Help me!

Matthew?

(coughs)

Ah, look. Look.

Watch the flowers,
my sisters,

as from the core of each bursts

a perfect image
of Cernunnos.

MATTHEW:
Somebody, please!

Help me!

Matthew.

Raise him high.

The fire from his burning
soul will ripen the fruit.

(machine beeping, moaning)

Oh, my God.

Matthew!
Help me.

I can't breathe.

Okay. Hold on.
Hold on.

(grunting)
Hurry!

My baby.

Mommy?

Get her out of here
as quick as possible.

(chanting):
Boonan na Jrachta.

Jrehooran u crann.

(grunting)

Ah...

You okay?
What happened?

I don't know.

We've got to get
out of here, okay?

(chanting):
Bannan na Jrachta.

Bannan na crann.

Hear us, Cernunnos.

As the flesh shall burn,
the fruit shall ripen.

And with each seed
a new coven shall be born.

Bannan na Jrachta.

Bannan na crann.

Come on.
Come on.

All flesh, all flame, be one.

Rash ta la feel ya.

Rash ta la feel ya.
(Jack grunting)

MATTHEW:
What's that?

JOHNNY:
Cernunnos.

Come on, give
me a hand.

(screeching)

(wind whistling)

(screeching)

The Tree, it's dying.
No.

(creaking)

DANA:
We're losing everything!

(nurses screaming)

MATTHEW:
What's happening?

JOHNNY:
We've got to get out of here.

Come on.

(women screaming)

JOHNNY:
This way, follow me!

(nurses screaming)

SYBIL:
No, Cernunnos. No!

Wait! Please.

No, please, wait!

Help me!
Jack!

Help me save the seedlings.

Please, the seedlings are dying.

(muffled protests)

Jack! Jack!

(Johnny and Matthew grunting)

JOHNNY:
Take my hand! Come on!

Matthew, come on!

(grunting)

Oh...

Bannan na...

(screaming)

Johnny, come on hurry!

Get him out.
Matthew!

Get away from here!

(moaning)

I'll take that, Johnny.

And I'll need you
both to gather up
all the seedlings.

And make sure
you don't leave
a single one behind.

Matthew, come on.

One more day and Dr. Oakwood
would have succeeded

in spreading her evil
throughout the world.

I've got an apology
to make to you, Johnny.

If I had listened
to you earlier,

we might have got there
before the object succeeded

in reproducing
itself, I'm sorry.

Oh, that's okay.

At least Mrs. Eng
got her daughter back.

Mm-hmm.
And the Sandersons
got the twins.

Well, I better get
these three back
with the rest.

Yeah, and while
you're down there,

um, maybe we
should start a lead

on a second cradle
for the Sandersons.

A twin?