All language subtitles for Where the Devil Roams 2023

-When Abaddon the angel fell,

he made his home in
the depths of Hell,

alone and full of dark despair.

He defied the god
who'd sent him there.

Escaping from his fiery den,

he clawed his way
to the land of men.

In the guise of a pauper,
he lived his days,

unseen by God's selective gaze.

Lost and alone, a
one-winged dove,

he met a woman and
found true love.

Playing tricks for
her, the Devil's art,

and soon enough,
he'd won her heart.

But bodies fade and rot inside

and by and by, his lover died.

Enraged, the Devil
ripped his guise

and yelled up to the holy skies.

God awoke in a perilous fit

and dragged the Devil
back to his pit.

But he clung to his love,
his claws pulled her asunder

'til God pushed him down and
the dark sucked him under.

Vultures picked at the body.

God watched the theft

'til only the bones and
her heart were left.

And while God slept,
the heart revived

with the Devil's
needle lodged inside.

Know this, the Devil
has his friends,

the murderers, thieves,
the odds and ends,

the quiet and broken,
the brutally flawed

who slip beneath
the eyes of God.

And so the heart
was lost 'til found

and through the
ages passed around

by those who like to cut and sew

while the Devil guides
them from below,

to hide the heart
in flesh and bone

so the Devil will
no more be alone.

And they sing this
song soft and sweet

to keep the heavens
sound asleep.

When the road is mean,
blood will thicken.

The Devil's pulse
begins to quicken.

While the body rots
to dust and bones,

there's a tear in the heart
where the Devil roams.

-Maggie.

Maggie.

Don't, Maggie.

Maggie.

Maggie, please.

-Excuse me, please don't touch.

That's not for sale.

-Pretending to be in love,

pretending to be
moral, pretending.

-No.
-The great pretender.

-A quarter.

Okay, good day.

Hi Eve.

You know, if you come by later,

I'll do your hair up
just the way you like it.

Hey Mr. Simms.

-But good Christians,
you will be brought home.

Miracle, yes, I say yes!

The Devil roams among us,

looking for you.

Throwing rocks, is it you?

Pray it's not!

Do not give pursuit--

Not look at her, do
not comfort her--

-67 cents.

- Who is a charlatan?

The whore of Babylon!

If this is where
the Devil roams,

and now I know--
-Careful,

or I might clip
those nimble fingers.

-And the great
dragon was cast out,

metal vermin, called the Devil.

And Satan was deceiving
the whole world.

He was cast out!

Do you hear what I--

The Devil roams among us.

This is where the Devil roams--

-Hey, everybody pays!

- My mom's got the money!

-Cats must fall to win,
three throws a nickle, folks,

cats must fall to win,
three throws a nickel.

-Five pennies,

three throws, come on, folks,

it's a game of skill.

Go home with a prize today.

-Three throws for
a nickel, folks,

three throws for a nickel.

-Max.

-Three throws for
a nickel, folks,

three throws for a nickel.

Three throws for
a nickel, folks,

three throws for a nickel,
hit them cats down.

-So what's the
scam with this one?

-No scam.

-Cat heavy or the ball light?

-Why don't you slap down
a nickel and find out.

- Lady, I didn't get
this farm playing the fool.

You have a good night.

-Three throws for
a nickel, folks,

three throws for a nickel.

-Oh Lord, what time I cry
in the night before thee?

For my soul is
sated with troubles

and my life draweth
nigh until the grave.

I've called upon thee,
oh Lord, every day!

I have spread forth
my hands unto thee.

Thou hast laid me in the
nether-most pit, in dark places,

in the deeps.

Set apart among the dead!

Like the slain that
lie in the grave

whom now remembers no more!

-Everyone's here
for Mister Tipps.

-They're cut off from my hand.

I have born thy terrors.

Thy terrors have cut me off.

Lord, why casteth off my soul?

Why hidest thou
thy face from me?

Shall thy mercy be
declared in the grave?

Or thy faithfulness
in destruction?

-Miss Rocky, you sure can
make that little guitar sing.

-Nah.
-It's true.

I'd kill for that
kind of talent.

-Well, you're a better
crowd than tonight's.

It was a hard one.

-Well they sure like Mr. Tipps.

-How's he do that?

-He's a magician,
that's what they do.

-That ain't magic,
he's kissing the Devil.

-Mm, that sound is
better than ice cream

on a hot summer day.

-Why don't you take it, Maggie?

Have some fun with it.

-I can't take
your little guitar.

-Sure you can.

You know, if you learn
how to play good,

you might get invited to
the Buffalo Horror Show.

- Nah, we're
just a little side act.

- Ah,

-Take it, I got three others.

-You're letting in the cold.

Come in.

Time to fix the tips.

Wanna watch?

Devil knows you
can keep a secret.

When I was a boy,
I loved the circus.

Every summer, when
it came to town,

my mother would
give me five pennies

to see the show
under the big top.

The Strong Man, ladies
riding the elephants,

and the acrobats,
flying through the air.

I saw a man drop to his death.

His brains flew out
of his head like

cotton candy, all pink and
soft, all over the crowd.

And a lion eat the
arm off a little girl.

I saw Rizzo the
Wizzo take her final ride

through her meat cannon, her
insides now on the outside.

But I longed
for something different,

a ticket away from
my mother's tears,

my father's fists.

Magic.

And I found it

in this small tent,

on a battered little stage,

not unlike yours.

A man by the name of Broken Cane

who performed acts,
small and sickening,

a pinky, a big toe, snip, snip,

and the very next
show, they'd be back.

He's no rabbit puller,

no card counter.

How'd he do that?

I just had to know.

So I watched and I
listened, and one night,

he told me the
story of Abaddon--

And the magic heart.

It was a burden he
was happy to unload.

And when he stank
of wine and piss,

I took his magic
and made my own pact

with the darkness.

But I'm not greedy,
I stick to the tips.

Only the tips.

When you dance with the Devil,
you gotta make it quick.

So I sing a lullaby,
soft and sweet,

to keep the heavens
sound asleep.

When the road is mean,
blood will thicken.

The Devil's pulse
begins to quicken

while the body rots
to dust and bones.

There's a tear in the heart
where the Devil roams.

That's a powerful psalm, honey.

Don't get any ideas, missy,
Devil and me got a deal.

Needs to be heard anyway,

sweet as the breeze
in Abaddon's ear.

Get out.

And not a word.

Not a word.

-You okay, Ned?

-Mm.

-Bank trying to take the farm?

-They already took it.

-I'm out.

-I like it.

How about you, Seven, you
like that 10 of hearts,

that good for you?

You ain't got shit
this time, buddy.

Your luck's run out.

-Jesus, Sparks,
will you shut it?

-Seven, you in?

I'm making you pay
a buck to play.

-Eh, ain't your bet to make.

It's your bet, Ned.

-I'm out.

-It's my bet now.

Two doll hairs.

-I'm in.

-All right, let's see 'em.

Oh, that's
hard to beat.

-That's a good hand.

-Lay 'em on the table, Seven.

- Oh,
that's gotta hurt.

Best hand you've had all night
and it ain't good enough.

-Hold on, hold on, hold on.

You know what, he's cheating.

-Bull shit.
-He's fucking cheating.

- Don't let
Maggie catch you saying that.

-He didn't cheat.

-I ain't won a hand
this whole circuit,

and every night you go
home with my earnings?

No, fuck that.

You're a cheat.

-Mm.

-He ain't cheating.

Seven's just not a lobotomy prodigy.

-You saying I'm stupid?

-No, but you are a clown.

-Holy shit.

Maggie!

Maggie.

Maggie.

-Don't!

S'cuse us, Ned.

Shh, you okay now, lover.

You're okay.

-Get rid of it, cut it off.

-Kid, I don't have a full kit.

This is not the place,
I don't have Morphine.

-Cut it off or I'm dead.

-Stretchers are gonna be here.

- I'll be dead by then.

Cut it off.

-What's your name?

-Sully.

-Sully, can you feel this?

- I don't know.

-Where are you from, Sully?

-Wisconsin.

-Can you do this?

-Do it.

-Can you feel this?

Answer me, kid,
can you feel that?

It's almost there.

-Fuck, it's okay,
Seven, it's okay.

It's okay.

What day is this?

Getting light.

Go grab them biscuits
before the carnies find 'em.

And take mine.

Hey Seven,

tell us about one of them
books you're reading.

-You don't wanna
hear about them books.

-I do.

-I'm reading a book
about early Christians.

-I thought you didn't
like Christians.

-I don't.

-Then why are you
reading about 'em?

-Comedy, I guess.

So this early group, they
were called gnostics.

They believed the Devil
was telling the truth

and that God was the liar.

-He is a liar.

-So when the Devil
brought the apple,

to our Eve,

he brought her knowledge,

and light,

and good.

They thought the
world was upside down

and if you stood on your head,

and opened your eyes,

it was right-side up.

-I like those Christians.

Are we late for dinner?

-Honey?

-Dinnertime.

Oh Eve, love the table setting.

Candlelight just
makes everything look so nice,

doesn't it?

Warm and inviting.

Drumstick for you, my love.

They say that ambience
is really important.

Is that how you
say it, ambience?

-Ambiance.

-Ambiance.

Now don't that sound nice?

- Honey?

-Oh she just spilled a
little in the kitchen.

I'll clean it up.

-You're upset about the farm,
but the farm was failing.

-This roast looks tender
as as a baby's bottom.

- Debts
were outstanding.

-Well you didn't
just take the farm,

you took a little
piece of all of us,

made the world a
little more empty.

-I have very nice
things that you can take.

I mean, that I can give you.

-Thank you for
having us to dinner.

-The head of John the Baptist.

- Maggie.

Mag.
-What.

-Roll over, you're sawing wood.

-Weren't.
-You were.

-I'm not sawing wood,
Eve's sawing wood.

-I said sawing, not saying.

Ah, we gotta get moving,

it's light out and
this land's posted.

- Seven,
I ain't gettin' up.

-Well, save some
wood for tomorrow.

Maggie, we gotta keep moving.

-Okay Seven.

What spooked ya?

It's just a bird.

Hi.

We'll take that room
for the night, please.

-75 cents per person.

-Your sign out front
says 75 cent per night.

-The room is 75 cents
per night, per person.

-That's not what
your sign says.

-Well what I say is, it's 75
cents per night, per person.

-Three 75s.

-Correct.

-I'm not counting
75 three times.

Your sign--
-Do you want the room or not?

-Your sign out front says
room 75 cent per night.

-Cents, 75 cents,

per person, per night, per room.

Two dollars and 25 cents.

-Uh oh, a dark cloud
just hit Maggie.

-Turn around.

-Maggie.
-Turn around, please?

-Maggie,

how about I make us a nice fire

and you make us
something to eat?

-I got a potato.

I got an onion.

Oh, and I got them apples.

I bet those apples would
be real nice in the soup,

give it a little sweetness?

Can't taste the rot.

That sounds nice.

Don't that sound nice?

- Surprisingly.

-You all think we'll
ever get invited

to the Buffalo Horror Show?

-No.

Maggie, we don't do
this 'cause we care,

we do this to travel.

-Well I think Eve got
something really special.

Maybe if you and
me piece together

something nice behind
or something good,

and real and not half
cooked and lazy bones

and good for nothin'
like we have done,

we could do real good by her.

Would you like that?

-Why do you keep
rubbing your face?

-'Cause I got a toothache.

-You want me to
have a look at it?

-Yes please, Sev, it's
damn near killing me.

-You got a rogue tooth, Maggie.

-Oh.

Get it out.

-Maggie, I was a country
doctor, not a dentist.

-Get them tools and get it
out, Eve will help you, Seven.

-All I got's the hatchet
and some car tools.

-Get that thing outta my skull.

-Eve, if I knock that
tooth out on the first try,

you fish it out of her mouth
so she doesn't choke on it.

If it's stubborn, set the
screwdriver right back up.

Okay, don't move, Maggie,

I'm gonna count to three
and I'm gonna hit it.

-Eh, don't count to three.

Hit it again, Seven.

Hit it again.

Oh, I ain't gonna
miss that devil tooth.

Thank you, Eve,
thank you, Seven.

Now I'm gonna get some
shuteye.

-Don't shoot.

-Lost my shoe.

Critter must have took it.

-Maggie, your
shoe's in the tent.

-Seven, Eve should meet
her sister and her brother.

I got no problem with
your first life, Seven.

It's their curse they left you

after what happened in the war.

It's my blessing.

Who'd a thought a
low girl like me

would get to marry the smartest,

greatest doc ever to
roam the Catskills?

-Maggie, you were
a great nurse.

And you're a better lover.

But you know fuck-well I
was a country-hack doctor,

one step above veterinarian,
mostly a couple steps below.

-Bullshit.

My foot's cold.

-Oh ah, you're not
doing that right.

You don't wanna
cut through a bone.

You wanna cut through a joint,

that's where the
ligaments and the tendons

hold the bones together.

If you cut through a bone, you
don't have a healthy stump.

So cut through the elbow.

It's called disambiguation.

And then you can put a
prosthetic arm on it or a hook.

Please, stop cutting
through those bones.

-I don't see no lights.

No tracks or automobile.

-It's not a dead farm, Maggie.

-Oh it will be if I get woke.

We are not sleeping
in the snow again.

I'm hitting the
hay in that barn.

-Hi.

I have a fire inside.

If you'd like to warm
up before you go.

I'm Eric.

Eric Johanssen.

Yeah?

It's goat, I raise them.

For milk
and for cheese.

-Thank you.

-As my parents did
and theirs before them.

And Christianson.

My home place, when
the great war came,

terrible, terrible war.

So much blood, so much fear.

Were you in the war?

-I was.

-So bad, very very bad.

So much lost, everyone suffered.

We had thousands of
men that died at sea.

When I lost my brother,
I felt so alone.

So, I leave my motherland
for big America

to begin again.

But for what?

Here I'm also alone.

But now I have company.

-Oh, that's such
a lovely melody.

It reminds me of a song my
mother used to sing for me.

-Maggie, what did you do?

-Germans.

After what they done to you--

-He was Norwegian.

-Is that a kind of German?

-It's close.

-I ain't ignorant.

-I know Maggie.

You love me.

-I do.

-And I love you.

So much.

Bum radiator hose.

-It's all right, Seven,

let's just go back
to that nice house

we just passed down the road.

Seven.

We don't gotta be at the
carnival until tomorrow

and we're just a
spit's throw away.

Like a stick of gum.

-Hi sir.

We've run into some
automobile trouble,

about a mile up the road.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

-Randy, you're
letting in the cold.

-Um, excuse me, I'm going
to go back to my friends now,

uh--
-Very sorry to bother you,

it's just a radiator
hose, it's--

-Oh well, then that
shouldn't be too hard to fix.

-I see you have
an old garden hose

propped up against
your red barn,

if I could just take
a slice out of it,

I could replace the
radiator hose with that

and it would get me out
of a world of trouble.

-Mm, you know, let me tell ya,

there's a farm, about
five miles down the road,

and a farmer who knows
about such things.

I would suggest
you check with him.

-Five miles up the road
and five miles back to here,

another mile down
to the automobile,

that's gonna put me and my
family into some deep night.

If I could just take a small
slice outta that garden hose,

I'd gladly pay ya
double what it's worth.

-Um, his name is Jackson.

I would check with him,
he's more your man.

I'm sorry, if you'll excuse
me, my wife's out of town.

I'm sure you understand.

I don't get to entertain
as often as I like.

Good day.

-Eve, did you move that ax?

You know Eve, these dead
girls are about your size.

I'm gonna go peek
upstairs in the closets.

Seven, quit looking at
them birds, come on.

How'd the garden hose work out?

-Good, but someone
stole the spare.

-There's a special place
in Hell for thieves,

and I run it.

Seven,

try that on for size.

I'm gonna keep snoopin'.

Seven!

-Oh Lord,

what time I cry in
the night before thee.

For my soul is
sated with troubles

and my life draws
nigh until the grave.

-I called upon thee,
oh Lord, every day.

I have spread forth
my hands unto thee.

Thou has laid me in
the nethermost pit,

in dark places, in the deeps.

Set apart among the dead,

like the slain who
lie in the grave

who now rememberist no more.

And they are cut off,
from thy hand!

-My mother beat my
baby brother to death

'cause he lost his shoe.

But I lost his shoe.

I don't know what you
got yourself into, Eve,

but if it'll save my Seven,

I'm grateful.

-Pull off that other hand!

-Yeah, she broke it!

She broke it!

-Yeah, do it again!

Woo!

How does it feel

to hold the thread
between Heaven and Hell?

-Looks like somebody cut
off more than you can sew.

Hm, nice work.

But it takes more
than a good stitch

to keep the light asleep.

You gotta say the spell.

What happened, did you forget?

Oh that's right,
you can't speak.

You're in a fix, kid.

And I'm in a fix too

'cause somebody
snatched my pin cushion.

Give it back.

Give it.

Looks like the Devil's
got a new dance partner.

Don't step on his toes.

-Seven, is this game all luck

or is there something we can do

to make them pennies
fall different?

Speaking of luck, what do
you think the chances are

of us finding the thief
that stole our spare tire?

-Tiny.

-That's right, tiny.

What's it gonna cost her, Seven?

-An arm and a leg.

-That's right,
an arm and a leg.

You see, you stole a
spare tire from us,

now we're gonna have to
steal some spares from you.

Eve, is that the smallest
saw you could find?

Well cut it at the elbow, just
like your father taught you.

'Cause that arm smells
like rot.

you got your father's hands,

a doctor's hands.

Oh, I loved watching him work.

He was just Dr. Axon to me then.

I was just around to tidy up,
scrub up the blood and such.

Nobody wants to do that job.

But I liked it.

Eve, when you stuck
that lady in the head,

did it feel like you
were on a rollercoaster,

chugging up and up, and
your heart's thumping,

and ain't nothing you
can do about it now,

and then you get to the top

and everything's clear
and you can see for miles.

And then it's just a crazy,
wild, wonderful ride down,

did it feel like that?

Like you forgot how to breath
and then you remembered,

like that?

Well you did real good.

I'm so proud of you.

You may got your dad's
hands for sewing,

but you got mine for stickin'.

-Hey Seven!

We're expecting a
big crowd today.

I heard your show's fantastic,
some kind of new magic.

I can't wait to see it myself.

-Seven?

-We're so glad to have you.

Thank you for coming here
and doing this for us.

It means a lot to me.

-Seven.

I was worried about you,
Seven, where'd you go?

-I'm hungry.

-Eve will make
you some breakfast.

-Three cents

to see John the
Baptist head inside,

the Tent of Terrors, the
peculiar, the shocking.

Miss, miss, no, John
the Baptist head awaits.

Inside you'll see things
you've never believed,

things you couldn't imagine.

The Tent of Terrors, it awaits.

All that they, miss,
miss, no, miss,

you'll see things
you'll never believe.

Three cents gets you
John the Baptist head--

-Love you, Seven.

- In here we have--

Come beside the body of
Jesus, inside--

-Hey, there they
are, Eve and Maggie.

Good afternoon.

-Hey, headed to the stage?

-Oh yes, Swinging
Boy's always on time.

-Break a leg.

-Ha, we'll leave
that to you, ma'am.

-This hand don't look so good.

It'll work for tonight,

but I'm gonna need
a new one quick.

Playing my favorite song, Rock.

-Have you been practicing?

-A little.

But people seem to
be liking our show.

-I like what I'm hearing,
I hear it's pretty nasty.

Did you guys hear what
happened to Mr. Tipps?

That man, he rotted
from his hands up.

He tangled with the
Devil and he paid.

You know what they
say, nothing good rots.

-Here we have the
unrepentant thief,

hung beside the body
of Christ, but inside--

-Saw Mag and Eve out
there socializing.

Are you babysitting?

Gonna drink that?

-See the head of
John the Baptist.

Three cents gets you entrance
into the Pit of Terror.

See the peculiar, the strange.

Three cents--
-Honor among thieves.

-Sir, John the Baptist inside.

-What?

I can't feel--

Where is my god?

Where is my mom?

My mom.

-Night and decay
pierce my bones.

My skin grows black and peels.

Grant me relief from
days of troubles

while a pit is dug
for the wicked.

Yoo hoo, anybody home?

Enjoying the magic?

I love the smell of rot.

I got it too.

Your daughter
did this to me.

Dirty little thief.

I can fix it, you know,
with one little spell.

So can Eve.

But she can't speak.

And I'd rather rot in Hell.

Wanna hear it?

When the road is mean,
blood will thicken.

The Devil's pulse
begins to quicken

while the body rots
to dust and bones.

There's a tear in the heart
where the Devil roams.

Toodle loo.

-Hey Rock.

-Hey Maggie.

How's it going?

-I just wanted to give you
back your beautiful gift.

-You keep it, Mags,
if it makes you happy.

-It does, Rocks,

but my fingers don't
work so good no more.

-The papers say
your act is amazing.

I didn't need the papers
to tell me that though.

-Take it.
-No,

you keep it.

Please.

-Take it.

-No, you keep it.

I want you to have it.

-I'll see you, Rock.

-I'll uh, I'll see
you after the show.

I tried to dress him for
the big show and he fell.

We're just rotten, Eve.

The Devil took the best of
me, took the best of him,

left us here, just
broken pieces of nothin'.

I ain't no Devil's puppet.

End it, Eve, cut us loose.

No more magic.

- When
the road is mean,

blood will thicken.

The Devil's pulse
begins to quicken

while the body rots
to dust and bone.

There's a tear in the heart
where the Devil roams.