All language subtitles for Alfred.Hitchcock.Presents.S05E16.The.Ikon.of.Elijah.1080p.PCOK.WEBRip.AAC.2.0.H.265.-EDGE2020_track3_[eng]

Oh. Good evening. I enjoy
digging around in old tombs.

They can be
quite convenient, too.

If your assistants become
as difficult as mine are,

you can always manage to,
uh, leave them inside.

This one is typical.

Quiet, comfortable,
attractive and roomy.

Man has always provided
better living conditions
for the dead

than for the living.

But that’s enough
persiflage and badinage.

Now, for tonight’s story.

-[Carpius] When was he here?
-[man] It isn’t an hour,
Mr. Carpius,

-less than an hour ago.
-[Carpius] Well,
what did you tell him?

I told him that you’d
been away for the past two days

and that I expected you back
at any moment, sir.

Eh. He was a monk, you say?
From what monastery?

-He didn’t say, Mr. Carpius.
-You should always ask.

-And he had an ikon
to sell, you say?
-Yes!

But it was just a copy, sir.
The paint was hardly dry.

Just a copy. Just a copy.

Where there is a copy
there must be an original

and the original may have
been worth a fortune.

He’ll probably sell it
somewhere else.

Oh, I don’t think so, sir.

I told him that you were very
interested in such paintings.

He said he would try
to come back, sir.

Well, let’s hope he does.

Uh, what else happened
while I was away?

Mr. Harari bought the
bronze camel bells, sir.

-All of them?
-Yes, sir,

and he says he can
use many more.

Camel bells are very popular
now in America, he says.

They hang them on the walls.

Why would that be, sir?

Well, who cares why?

Let them hang them around their
necks, as long as they buy.

What else?

Also the parchment
Sanjek-map, sir.

Good. Good.

And all six of the silver
coins of Tiberius.

Ah, Not bad.

Well, it’s about time you
began earning your keep.

And, uh, you, Mr. Carpius?

Did you have good luck
on your journey, sir?

Good luck! Do I have ever
anything but bad luck?

[gasps]

How I despise
this miserable island.

It’s a filthy prison cell.

But someday I shall break free.

I shall travel
around the world.

I shall dine
on exquisite foods.

The wild pheasants from Papiya,

I shall taste the cream
cheeses of France.

And I shall sip the cool,
bubbling wine from the slopes
of Mount Vesuvius.

Well, come and eat
your rice now.

Malvira.

Always cool.

Cool and sweet
as an Egyptian pomegranate.

Your language is extravagant,
Carpius,

and nothing else about you is.

You think so, do you, eh?

Well, look what
I brought for you.

Aren’t they lovely, huh?

Yes. What are they?

Antique amber.

-They don’t sparkle.
-Of course not.

But hold them up to the light.

They have a kind of inner glow.

Hmm.

Well, sit down and eat.

Lamb pilaf again
and stuffed grape leaves.

Well, it’s the best
I can manage.

You bring me amber beads instead
of sapphires,

because that’s all
you can afford.

I give you lamb and rice,
because that’s all I can afford
with the money you give me.

I’m sorry, my dear. But things
will change soon. They must.

When? Ha! When?

You sit there and dream day
after day and nothing happens.

It will happen,
my dear, you’ll see.

[man] Mr. Chiringirian
is here, sir.

Ah, perhaps it already
has happened. Eh?

[sighs]

My dear, dear,
Mr. Chiringirian!

Hello, Carpius.

And, uh, Major...
uh, Major...

-Parslow.
-Parslow!

How do you do?

Major Parslow here
is looking for a gift.

His commanding officer
is being retired and we need
a parting present.

Something heavy
and hideous, I think.

I’m sure you’ll have exactly
what the Major wants.

Well, we’ll try
to satisfy the Major.

[laughs]

Offer him a fifth
of what he asks, Major.

Oh, quite, yeah.

You, uh, wouldn’t happen to have
a nymph carrying an inkwell

in the shape of St. Paul’s
Cathedral, would you?

That kind of rubbish.

Your kind of rubbish, Carpius.

Mr. Chiringirian’s sense
of humor is quite famous,
isn’t it, Major?

Oh, quite, yes.

Oh.

Examine it well, Major.

It tells the time,
the day and the month,

the year and the
phases of the moon.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Paul, help the Major.

Well, what have you
been doing for me?

Well, things are very bad
right now, very bad.

Have you that ikon for me?

Mr. Chiringirian,
if I had found it,

I wouldn’t wait for you to call.

Remember what I told you.

My client is not
an inquisitive person.

And he can afford
to pay very well.

A genuine ikon,
pre-11th century, if possible.

Well, he’ll even settle
for something more recent.

Originals are very scarce.

-But I haven’t given up.
I’m looking.
-Carpius!

I’ll get it for you.
Just give me time.

[clock plays "Rule Britannia"]

I say, this is rather jolly,
isn’t it?

Oh, delightful!

I’ll take it.

Very good choice, Major.

An excellent choice.
And only 10 pounds.

He’ll pay five.

You see, Major,
what a really exquisite
piece of workmanship this is?

24-karat gold and a
genuine Swiss movement.

I couldn’t possibly
let it go for less.

Really, Carpius, you forget
whom you are dealing with.

You can buy the same
atrocity anywhere for 5 pounds.

Major Parslow won’t pay more.

This antique happens to come
from the beautiful home

of a close personal
acquaintance.

I know its value.

I must insist on
at least 8 pounds.
That’s final.

And five is his offer.
Not a penny more. I mean it.

If the Major wasn’t
a friend of yours,
I wouldn’t even consider it.

That will be 5 pounds, then,
Major.

Thank you.

May I again congratulate
your exquisite taste?

Oh. Quite, quite.
[laughs]

And I’ll be hearing
from you soon, Carpius?

Well, I’ll do what I can.
Goodbye, Major Parslow.

And do give my regards
to the Colonel.

Of course, thank you.

[Carpius humming]

Oh, you are so beautiful,
my dear.

You light up this miserable
room and turn it into a palace.

I am leaving this palace.

Oh, what do you mean?

I have cooked you
your last meal.

I am leaving you, Carpius,
for good.

Oh, be patient, Malvira.

I have been patient.

My luck must change
and then we’ll go away.

Venice, Paris, the Orient,
wherever you wish.

My pockets will be
full of money,

and I shall spend it
all on you.

I have heard that tune before.

No, I am leaving
in the morning.

And where will you go,
you little fool?

Back to the market place
where I found you?

And your filthy stall
to sell pots and pans?

Have you forgotten so soon?

Your ragged dress,
the sandals split at the seams.

Look at you now, everything
you are you owe to me.

I took you in, I fed you,
I clothed you.

Don’t misunderstand me,
my dear.

If you attempt to leave,
I shall kill you.

Kill me, my love... do.

[chuckling]

[shop’s bell jingles]

-[Carpius] Who is it?
-My name is Theodoros.

-The clerk told me to come back.
-Oh.

Come in.

Ah, you are the monk with
a copy of an ikon to sell?

Yes, sir.

Well, you realize of course,

that copies fetch
very little money.

Well, let me see.

Hmm. Early Byzantine

or late Hellenistic. Hmm.

Was this painted
at your monastery?

By one of my brothers.

-From an original
which is there?
-Yes, sir.

As you see, it depicts
the Prophet Elijah
in a fiery chariot,

raising his hand in benediction.

Hmm. The original
must be very old,

and very holy.

There is no holier ikon
in all of Cyprus.

It is never left unguarded
for a moment.

How much do you want for this?

Would five piasters
be too much?

Three.

Four?

There is a great deal of work
to making a good copy.

Well, all right, four.

Eh. Which is your monastery?

The monastery of
St. Barnabas and Basil.

I don’t think
I’ve ever heard of it.

Where is it?

A day’s journey by bus.

And then one must walk.

It is in the mountains
about eight miles northwest

from the end
of the Paphos line.

Oh. That’s rugged country,
isn’t it?

We see very few people, sir.

Why do you live in such
an isolated place?

There was a quarrel over Church
doctrine some years ago.

A group of monks who disagreed
with the parent order

were put under a ban,

so they went away
by themselves

to establish their own
monastery.

Yeah, taking their treasures
with them, I suppose.

But I’m keeping you.

-Goodnight, sir.
-Goodnight.

Oh. Would you give me
your blessing?

Thank you!

Malvira, Malvira!

I can’t believe it!

The Ikon of Elijah!

And only a day’s journey
away from here.

And you have someone who wishes
to buy the Ikon of Elijah?

He will pay us a fortune.

When Paul comes in the morning,

tell him to get hold
of Mr. Chiringirian.

I shall leave at daybreak and
return the day after tomorrow,
in the morning.

And I shall have with me
the item

Mr. Chiringirian’s client
desires.

Oh, may I speak
to the Father Superior?

[monks chanting]

[man]
You wish to speak with me?

I’m very grateful that you have
received me, Archimandrite.

I’m Carpius, from Nicosia.

[Archimandrite]
Yes?

Yesterday, I bought an ikon
from the monk, Theodoros.

An ikon of the Prophet Elijah.

This is Brother Constantine.

He painted the copy you bought.

-It’s very beautiful.
-He must not speak.

He has taken a vow of silence.

It is really a very good copy.

And it troubled me that
I paid so little for it.

In fact, I scarcely slept
the whole night after he left.

I kept thinking
of the Prophet Elijah,

how he fled into the wilderness
to escape from the wickedness

of the priests of his day.

I don’t know how to express
my feelings, my emotions.

But, I feel a great
dissatisfaction with myself,

with my life.

I’ve not been as honest

in my business dealings
as I should’ve been.

I found myself questioning
the meaning of life.

It tortures me, Archimandrite.

I would like to seek
the true religion.

That’s why I came to you.

Can you help me?

My son, you are welcome here,
most welcome.

Please stay with us,
pray with us.

We will have plenty of time
to talk with you
and to ask God for guidance.

I’m happy that you found us.

Isn’t it strange that it was
this Ikon of Elijah
that brought me to you?

The ikon is highly
venerated here.

You see, just as Elijah
denounced false worship,
so did we.

And just as Elijah was forced
to flee into the wilderness,
so were we.

Then you feel the church
is in a state of heresy?

One night, in a dream,
or in a vision,

I stood in a dense white fog,
as cold and isolated

as the most desolate
of God’s creatures.

And through those vapors,
I beheld a most marvelous light.

And Elijah appeared unto me,

holding out his mantle
and saying,

"Thou art cold. Cover thyself."

I might say the same to you,
my son.

Thou art cold. Cover thyself.

We will show you to a cell now,

and send food to refresh you.

Then tomorrow we will talk.

There is an abundance
of time here.

And the hours flow as swiftly
and brightly
as wine into a goblet.

Archimandrite.
Would it be possible for me

to see the original
Ikon of Elijah?

Oh, yes.

There will be plenty
of time for that.

Eh, eh...

I couldn’t see it now?

It suddenly seems I’ve waited
my whole life for this.

Very well.

Come with me.

[prays silently]

What a great honor he has!

The responsibility of
guarding such a treasure.

An honor not lightly earned.

Brother Damianos would
give his life for it.

[Archimandrite]
Come now.

Come now.

Brother Constantine will show
you where you may sleep.

[bell tolls]

What do you want?

Uh, there is no need for you
to frighten me out of my wits.

I simply couldn’t sleep
in this strange place,

and I thought I’d
walk about a little.

I’m sorry, Brother Constantine.

[bell tolls]

[snoring]

[snoring]

[snoring]

[thud]

[Damianos]
Help! Help! Help! Help!

[thud]

It was an accident.

Don’t you see? [stammers]
It was an accident. I...

Carpius, why?

Why did you kill
Brother Damianos?

Kill him?
I didn’t mean to kill him.

I reached for the ikon and
he thought I wanted to steal it.

I only wanted to look at it,
touch it.

But he grabbed me by the throat.
I got frightened

and I hit him.

It-It-It was an accident.

I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry,
but it was an accident.

An accident.

Moses appointed cities of refuge
for the manslayer to flee to.

Sanctuaries for those
who kill accidentally.

You say you are sorry.

I shall choose to believe you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Nevertheless, my son, you have
sinned and you must pray.

Pray for divine forgiveness.
You must repent and pray.

Oh, I shall. I shall.

[Archimandrite]
Then, begin now, my son.

Pray, pray without ceasing.

We shall bring you food
and water twice a day,
and oil for the lamp.

What do you mean?

We shall feed you
as the ravens fed Elijah.

You shall remain in this cell
and we shall feed you.

As long as you live, this will
be your world and you will pray.

Pray for forgiveness.

[monks chanting]

[chanting continues]

So much for the Carpius Caper.

I’m sure it’s very
comforting to know

where you are going to spend
the rest of your life.

"R. Montague loves J. Capulet."

These teenagers,
defacing property.

Does it seem dark to you?

I’ll bet my assistant has
accidentally shut the tomb door.

I have a feeling it’s time
for me to say goodnight.

Help!