All language subtitles for The.Company.of.Wolves.1984.REMASTERED.BRRip.x264-ION10

- Hello, mommy.
- Hello, darling.

- Any presents for me?
- A a surprise.

- What?
- You know.

No I don't, what?

Where is she, did she miss tea again?

She said she had a tummy ache.

So she's sulking in her room.

- It's her age.
- She's a pest.

So were you once, now go and wake her.

Pest, pest.

I want you to have a word with her.

Well I have, I've tried.

- I've been upstairs to see her...
- Yes, but not...

But she always tells
me that I don't understand.

- Oh, that's ridiculous.
- Well, she's right.

Go away.

They want you downstairs.

You have to come out sometime,

you can't sulk in there forever.

Open the door, open it.

You've been at my
lipstick too, haven't you?

Pest.

What makes you so
different anyway, buck teeth?

Come on out, pest.

It's not because I want you either.

It's because mommy wants you.

Pest, pest, pest, pest, pest, pest.

Say goodbye to your sister now,

so you never forget her.

Stay with me child.

Chew on this,
it'll keep your mind off things.

"Man that is born of a woman,

has but a short time
to live and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is
cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow

and never continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

For as much as
it hath pleased almighty god

of his great mercy to take unto himself

the soul of our dear sister here departed,

we therefore commit
her body to the ground.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

Your only sister, all alone in the wood.

And nobody there to
save her, poor little lamb.

Why couldn't she save herself?

You don't know anything,
you're only a child.

- Daddy?
- There there, pet.

Shall I take her home with me tonight?

Her mother's in no
fit state to look after her.

- If only you would.
- Come, pet.

I want to stay with mommy.

Mommy's not well, just for tonight.

Come child, come with me.

It's a long way through
the wood, but safe by daylight.

Safe if you keep to the path.

There's plenty more of these in the woods,

- if you know where to look.
- Berries.

Don't stray from the path, girl.

Did you not hear what I told you?

Once you stray from
the path, you're lost entirely.

The wild beasts know no mercy.

They wait for us in
the wood, in the shadow,

and once you put
a foot wrong, they pounce.

There there, don't take on so.

It's something you have to learn,

otherwise you'll end up
like your poor, dear sister.

Gran, can I have one?

I don't see why not.

You've got a lot to learn, child.

Never stray from
the path, never eat a windfall apple,

and never trust a man whose eyebrows meet.

The best winter wool,
pet, woven across the valley,

was so good, so soft,

I thought I'd knit
a shawl for your sister.

But now you know what I'll do?

- What, gran?
- I'll make one for you.

A very special
shawl, for a very special lady.

Soft as a kitten.

There's something I should tell you.

Yes?

But maybe you're too young.

- Tell me, gran.
- Too young to understand.

Go on gran, tell me.

But maybe no child is ever too young.

A wolf may be more than he seems.

He may come in many disguises.

What's that?

The wolf that ate
your sister was hairy on the outside,

but when she died,
she went straight to heaven.

The worst kind of
wolves are hairy on the inside,

and when they bite you,
they drag you with them to hell.

What do you mean, hairy on the inside?

Like a furry coat?

Hush now, foolish child, listen.

Once upon a time,
there was a woman in the village.

She married a traveling man.

They've all gone now.

It's a shame
your people missed the wedding.

Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't.

My little brother's idea of a joke.
Ooh!

Why are you staring like that?

Because I've never
seen anything like you before.

Don't they have girls where you come from?

None like you.

Come out of the shadows.

Let me see you, my love.

Are all traveling men as handsome as you?

So you think I'm handsome?

First thing I noticed about you

is the way your eyebrows meet.

Does that spoil me then?

Come to me and I'll tell you.

My dear?

I must just go out
into the yard for a moment.

Why ever for?

Call of nature.

So she waited, and she waited.

And she waited again.

Surely he's been gone a long time.

No, it can't be.

Wolves indeed.

He upped and ran, that's all.

It was in his blood.
Wasn't he a traveling man?

- Anything?
- Not a hair nor hide of him.

Not a footprint, no.

And what's that, might I ask?

I told you I heard the wolves last night.

They came and took him
when he was making water,

when a man is at
his most defenseless.

They're murderers,
they're murderers!

But she was a young thing,
and cheerful of temperament,

and she found another husband
not too shy to piss in a pot.

And then they lived happily ever after?

Indeed, they did not.

At first, time passed happily enough.

What a mess.

Here, play with that.

Oh, don't start.

Shut up!

Here.

Time passed and she gave him children.

That was a bad time
for wolves, those years.

Oh yes, not a sheep or a cow was safe.

But for herself,
all went right as a trivet,

until one winter's night.

My god.

I'm starving.

Do you want something to eat?

Didn't you hear me the first time?

Where did these three spring from?

Out of my belly.

Your children, but not my children.

Whore! Adulteress!

You hoped I'd never come back.

- Wolves had taken you!
- Better a wolf than a whore.

If I were a wolf once more,
I'd teach this whore a lesson.

He looks just the same...

As the day I married him.

I'd never let a man strike me.

Oh, they're nice as pie
until they've had their way with you.

But once the bloom is gone,
oh, the beast comes out.

When the wolves though, the real wolves,

when the real wolves mate,

do the dogs beat the bitches afterwards?

Animals, all wild animals.

And that's enough
wool for tonight, bedtime.

What about a kiss for granny?

Don't I deserve a kiss for my story?

The best of all girls.

Learn how to sew,
how to take care of things.

How to press things,
there's many house duties to do.

Almost certain to
turn out to be a toadstool,

and make you deathly ill.

Of course you won't
stay a young girl much longer.

Your mommy and daddy
will need all the help they can get.

Just grow wise and learn all you can,

now that your sister has gone.

Come now.

Wolfy, wolfy, can't catch me.

I've got a wife and a family.

Cor!

Caught you, you snotty-nosed ragamuffin.

I caught rosaleen.

Oh, nobody catches my little Princess.

Come along, child.

Run quickly, over here.

There's too much food,

now there's just the three of us.

Don't grieve.

Least said, soonest mended.

Rosaleen...

Shall we play now?

- Play what?
- A game.

I know a good game, close your eyes.

Now come to me, closer, closer.

Come on, closer.

There. Now what?

Wolfy, wolfy, can't catch me.

- Mommy?
- Yes, pet?

- Does he hurt you?
- Does who hurt me?

Does daddy hurt you, when?

No, not at all.

- It sounds like... like what?

Like the beast granny talked about.

You pay too much attention to your granny.

She knows a lot
but she doesn't know everything.

And if there's a beast in men,

it meets its match in
women too, do you understand me?

Get up and fetch me some water.

- Rosaleen.
- Yes?

I got you a little present.

What kind of present?

I thought maybe you'd
take a walk with me in the woods,

on Sunday after the service.

Just a little walk, rosaleen.

Why should I?

I thought maybe you'd want to.

I'll have to ask.

But tell your mother I'll be with you.

And we won't stray from the path.

They're the best of all roses,

fit for the grave of a Princess.

They came off my best Rose tree.

Why can't mommy grow roses like that?

That's a question of
a green thumb, she lacks that.

No hand at pastry either.

Good morning, father.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

They say that priest's bastards

often turn into wolves as they grow older.

What do you mean?

If the child is born on Christmas day,

if he's born feet first, he'll be the one.

If he's born feet first and
his eyebrows meet in the middle.

Oh yes, very bad.

One day he'll meet the devil in the wood.

Now, use it wisely.

Waste not, want not.

No, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

That's a horrid
story, I didn't like it at all.

That's not a story
child, it's the god's own truth.

And so if you should spy
on a naked man in the wood,

run as if the devil
himself were after you.

The devil's one thing,

but a priest making babies is another.

I don't think
a priest would have it in him.

Oh, you can't trust
anyone, least of all a priest.

He's not called father for nothing.

And don't bother to
whisper, he's deaf as a post.

There, isn't that lovely?

All we need is a nice border and fringe.

See how soft it feels.

- Soft as snow.
- Red as a Berry.

Red as blood.

Oh, does the old fool want to bray me?

What's he up to in the tree,
the old monkey?

Father, father are
you climbing up to heaven

and chopping
the rungs of the ladder after you?

Watch what you're doing.

Can you hear me?

Don't make so much
clamor in the garden of god's house,

you irreverent old
woman, I heard every word.

Well, what a silly game.
Someone's got to do it.

Someone's got cut away the old wood.

Even evergreens need pruning.

Daddy, leave her be.

He only asked me to walk with him,

what's wrong with that?

All the same, I don't know.

- It's not as if-
- oh, what's the harm in it?

It's our neighbor's son.

She's known him since she was a baby.

- She still is a baby.
- So was our Alice once.

She'll be gone soon
enough, she's so pretty.

What is it they say?

It's not losing
a daughter, it's gaining a son.

Stop teasing me,
he only asked me to walk with him.

Oh, one thing leads to another.

Isaiah 11:6-8.

"The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb,

and the leopard
shall lie down with the kid,

and the calf and
the young lion and fatling together,

and a little child shall lead them.

And the cow and the bear shall feed.

Their young ones shall lie down together,

and the lion shall eat straw like the ox.

And the suckling child
shall play on the hole of the asp,

and the weaned child shall put his hand

on the cockatrice' den.

They shall not hurt nor
destroy in all my holy mountain,

for the earth shall be full
of the knowledge of the lord,

as the waters cover the sea."

She's pretty. She is.

That's my boy.

Don't stray from the path.

When do you have to be back, rosaleen?

Soon.

Why are you so crabby today?

I thought you wanted to come.

And what if I did?

- Well you should-
- what should I?

- You know.
- I don't know.

Look!

It's pretty,
but not as pretty as you.

- Isn't that nice?
- No.

What's wrong rosaleen,
don't you like me?

Oh no I like you, I like you well enough.

Well, why won't you kiss me?

You're afraid, aren't you?

I'm not afraid.

That wasn't very good, give me another.

You'll have to catch me first.

Rosaleen!

Rosaleen!

Rosaleen!

Rosaleen!

Rosaleen!

Where are you?

Oh Jesus.

Wolf, wolf!

Wolf, wolf, wolf!

Wolf!

Where's my daughter?

What have you done with my daughter?

- She ran away from me.
- Where's my daughter?

- Where's rosaleen?
- Take your hands off him!

- Rosaleen!
- Don't you hit my boy.

Your son left my only daughter

to the mercy of the wolves.

A daughter's one
thing, a heifer's another.

I'll cool you off.

My darling, where have you been?

You're in such a state.

Look mommy.

Take care won't you, and take this.

No, this is all these beasts understand.

Kill them before
they kill you, that's the way.

Close, keep close.

There once was
a village so plagued by beasts,

they drew one up in
the bucket of the well.

Hush your antique gossip,

unless you want the wolves to hear it.

You're such a big girl now, aren't you?

Come on, hold still.

There you are, big girl.

You'll have to be careful of those boys

who want to take you in the woods again.

What boys?

Clowns are what the village boys are.

Your granny spoils you.

She makes you think
you're something special.

That red shawl.

You think wolves are big now,

you should have
seen them when I were a lad.

Monsters they was, that's the truth.

Veritable monsters, big as a man, bigger.

When will daddy
have done with the killing?

When the beast is dead,
and not until the beast is dead.

We won't live quiet until then.

- Be winter soon.
- Hard winter.

The hard winter brings out the wolf.

Thank god we're safe indoors.

We must hide in the trees!

Tell that to the boy. Quickly!

Douse the lights!

Into the trees!

Come on, quickly.

Quickly.

Over here, over here.

Come on! Come on!

Granny says wolves might not

always be what they seem.

How can a wolf be
worse than it already is?

Not worse but different.

Maybe it isn't the wolf's fault, mommy.

- Maybe...
- Maybe what?

Maybe once upon a time-

are you gonna tell me a story?

- Maybe I am.
- Go on then.

Once upon a time there
was a woman in the valley,

and the son of the big
house did her a terrible wrong.

So she came to
his wedding to put wrong to right.

My dear, she was a beautiful lady.

No one would've suspected a thing.

This is the happiest day of my life.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a toast to the bride and groom.

To the bride and groom.

Come on lad, kiss the girl.

Go on, my dear.

Come on. T'would be a pleasure.

A taste of what's to come.

Well done son, very good.

To your every happiness, my dear.

So, I wasn't good enough for you?

I was once.

Once upon a time.

Don't you remember?

Don't you?

The wolves in
the forest are all more decent.

Where did you hear a story like that?

It's not a story, the god's honest truth.

Granny told me.

And after that, the woman made the wolves

come to sing to her and the baby at night.

Made them come serenade her.

Well what
pleasure would there be in that?

Listening to a lot of wolves.

Don't we have to do it all the time?

The pleasure would come

from knowing the power that she had.

J“ on the treetop j”

Dad, it's a wolf!

Got you, you hound of hell.

Praise be to god.

When I cut it off
the carcass for a trophy,

it was a fore paw, the fore paw

of the biggest wolf I ever saw.

The wolf that killed our Alice?

Aye, maybe.

When I cut it with
a knife, it was a fore paw, I swear.

A grizzled, giant wolf.

And then before my very eyes.

Whose is it daddy?

Is it someone you knew?

What do I know whose hand it is?

All I know is what I see.

Get it out.

Was it a wolf, or a man you killed?

When I killed it, it was a wolf.

It turned into a man, seeing is believing.

Is it, what about touching?

Get it out.

Whatever it is, now it's dead meat.

Do we Bury it or burn it, daddy?

You're besotted with that old lady,

and her old wives tales.

Maybe you shouldn't go.

Daddy killed the great wolf.

I'll be safe in the forest now, mommy.

Mind you don't stray,

and take something to protect yourself.

How about a knife?

You're not afraid of anything, are you?

You're a fearless child, I'll say that.

I suppose your granny
will ask you to stay the night.

You always were her favorite.

Of course I'll stay
the night if she asks me.

It'd be rude not to.

She is my grandmother,
and she may not have

a kind word for you,
but she's always been good to me.

She's all alone out there, mommy.

Maybe you're right, and maybe you're not.

Give her that from me.

And don't stray now rosaleen, I trust you.

- You won't be lucky twice.
- I promise.

Rosaleen, where are you going?

Off to see my granny.

It's a long way through the woods.

Let me come with
you, you'll be safe with me.

Go into the woods with you?

After what happened last time?

Let me come, I'll protect you.

No, I've got this to protect me.

- Miss.
- Where did you spring from?

Did I scare you? I am sorry.

Least you got your clothes on.

Huntsman are you, lost your horse?

Lost my horse and lost
my companions, young lady.

And lost your way too.

I do believe I just found it.

I say, do you think
you could spare me a drink out of that?

But I wouldn't, that's for my granny.

I know the very place
up the way for a picnic.

I have the most
remarkable object in my pocket.

That means I never
lose my way in the wood.

In your pocket, you say?

This object goes everywhere with me.

Whenever that is, I wear my trousers.

Go on bite it.

Don't you know how strong that stuff is?

A man in our village keeps a still.

He has the reddest nose you ever saw.

Tells lies too.

Like you, I don't
believe there is such a thing.

Seeing is believing.

The little needle always
points north, no matter where I go.

So I always know exactly where I am.

I don't believe it, even though I see it.

It was this compass
that brought me safe through the wood.

But you lost your way in the wood.

But I found you.

Are you sorry?

No, I'm not sorry.

- They're clowns, village boys.
- Well then.

But don't you know,
you should never leave the path.

I've only just gotten on to the path.

I was perfectly safe before.

Aren't you afraid of the wolves?

Why should I be frightened of the wolves?

You must know the worst
wolves are hairy on the inside.

Old wives tales, peasant superstition.

What, a bright young girl, pretty,

intelligent girl like
you believing in werewolves?

But my granny said-

for believing in old wives tales,

you deserve...

Punished!

I'll show you I'm not
afraid of the wolves, rosaleen.

I'll make a bet with you.

I'll bet you anything you like,

that I get to
your granny's house before you do.

How?

Because I'll use my
compass to help me cross the country,

while you will
trudge along the dreary path.

Bet me your compass.

Bet you your heart's desire.

And if I lose?

You can give me a kiss.

Here, take my hat as a token of goodwill.

Wear it until we meet again.

- Who is it?
- Only your granddaughter.

Lift up the latch and walk in.

God save us!

Get you back to hell from which you came.

I don't come from
hell, I came from the forest.

What have you done with my granddaughter?

Nothing she didn't want.

Who's there?

- Only your granddaughter.
- Lift up the latch,

and walk in.

So you got here before
me, just as you said you would.

I did. Where's my granny?

Gone out to
the woodpile to fetch more logs.

A real gentleman would
never let an old lady go out,

not on a night like this.

She won't be long.

She's not there.

Is that all you left of her?

Your kind can't stomach hair, can you?

Even if the worst
wolves are hairy on the inside.

What do you know about my kind?

My granny told me plenty.

Are you very much afraid?

Wouldn't do me much
good to be afraid, would it?

What big eyes you have.

All the better to see you with.

They say seeing is
believing, but I'd never swear to it.

You must be wet through.

Won't you take off your shawl?

What should I do with it?

Into the fire, you won't need it again.

Your kind can't stomach clothes either.

Who's come to sing us Carols, then?

Only my companions, darling.

I love the company of wolves.

Look out of
the window and you'll see them.

Poor creatures,
it's freezing cold out there.

No wonder they howl so.

What, are you sorry for them?

Yes, and for you too.

You're a bold, fearless girl, aren't you?

And now you must give
me back my gun, my dear.

Are you our kind, or their kind?

Not one nor the other, both.

Then where do
you live, in our world or theirs?

I come and go between
them, my home is nowhere.

Are you only a man
when you dress like one?

Like granny said?

My, what big arms you have.

All the better to hug you with.

Well, perhaps.

You did win your bet, didn't you?

You gentleman, you fine gentleman.

They say the prince of
darkness is a gentleman,

and as it turns out, they're right.

Fine gentleman.

Gentlemen always keep their promises.

Do ladies keep their promises too?

What do you mean?

Indeed I won my bet.

So now, you owe me-

- I remember.
- A kiss.

Will you be honorable and pay me

or will you not?

Jesus, what big teeth you have.

All the better to eat you with.

I'm sorry.

I never knew a wolf could cry.

Leaving you, are they?

You'll be all alone.

I'll tell you a story of a wounded wolf.

Once upon a time,
when the village was asleep,

a she-wolf came from
the world below to the world above.

She meant no harm to anyone,

but someone meant harm to her.

So she ran, and
she ran, and she ran again.

Who's there?

Who's there?

This is holy ground.

Can you speak, my child?

Are you god's work, or the devil's?

Oh, what do I care whose work you are.

You poor speechless creature.

It will heal, in time.

And the wound did heal,

for she was just a girl after all,

who'd strayed from the path in the forest

and remembered what she'd found there.

So back through
the forest she ran and ran.

To the well, and
the village from whence she came.

She crept inside to the world below,

And that's all I'll tell
you because that's all I know.

Rosaleen!

Rosaleen!

Rosaleen!

No!

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

Rosaleen!

Little girls, this seems to say,

never stop upon your way.

Never trust a stranger
friend, no one knows how it will end.

As you're pretty so be wise,

wolves may lurk in every guise.

Now as then, 'tis simple truth,

sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.