All language subtitles for The Witchs Mirror [El Espejo de la Bruja] (1962)

From the dawn of man
to the present day,

magic and witchcraft have existed,
along with its practitioners,

magicians, sorcerers, and Warlocks.

This mysterious order,

within which the most
devoted officiants are women,

is formed by the initiates
from a vast field of secret knowledge

which form the so-called
Hermetic or Occult sciences.

They are guilty of countless crimes
and hideous practices.

They blaspheme, they sacrifice
children before they are baptised,

swear in the name of Lucifer,
kill people and have them cooked,

live on carrion
and the bodies of hanged men,

kill with poisons and spells,
cause madness.

Hundreds of other horrors
plague the history of this cursed order.

To perform their diabolical acts,

witches use the furnace,

the broom, skeletons
of children and animals,

untanned skins of all kinds,

carafes and vessels
of a thousand forms,

secret powders
and dreaded poisons,

and an infinite variety
of deadly herbs.

Such things are used
by the common witch.

But only those of the highest order,

the witch endowed with truly
profound knowledge

in the Hermetic Science,

can use the magical object,

full of infinite powers and properties,

invented by a great magician
of ancient Persia...

The mirror!

THE WITCH'S MIRROR

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Look!

- All I can see are strange figures.
- This!

This is an evil sign, Elena.

A symbol of doom.

Look carefully at the black blot.

It's an omen.

- A great danger hovers over you.
- Oh, no!

Death prowls around the rooms
of this house.

Wait.

We must find out
who wants to murder you.

Murder me? But why?

Quiet.

Come. Come.

O Great General
of the Netherworld,

Almighty Satanachia,

through my magic mirror,

reveal to me who intends
to hurt my goddaughter.

The powerful spirits
have listened.

- But, i...
- We will find out everything.

Everything-

Look. Look!

- Eduardo? My husband?
- The man who wants to kill you.

No.
It's impossible. No!

Elena...

The great and almighty spirits
do not deceive us.

Through my mirror,
they tell us the truth.

But I know he loves me.
Why would he kill me?

I love him, too.
It's impossible.

You're wrong.

Look at the mirror again.

Look carefully.

Who is that woman?

- Your rival.
- But I don't know her.

- I've never seen her.
- She doesn't know you, either.

But, unwittingly,
she can do you great harm.

- Godmother, help me. I'm scared.
- |t's not that simple.

It's no easy task
to change what is written.

You've always helped me.

And I will keep doing so,

for as long as the powers of
Lucifuge allow me to.

Adonai has revealed the truth.

A deadly truth.

Death is lurking
and it's after you, Elena.

- Why don't you play another tune?
- Don't you like it?

- I hear it day after day.
- You used to ask me to play it.

Perhaps,

but things can change.

Yes, you're right.

Things can change.

I'm off to bed.

O Adonai!

I, your humble servant,
ask you to give me courage,

strength and determination.

I need to protect Elena from the
terrible harm that's threatening her.

I ask you to declare me capable enough
to fend off the menace

that is looming over
my goddaughter.

No-one has the power
to change superior rulings.

Your goddaughter must die.
Do not interfere!

Unless you are prepared
to suffer punishment from your Master.

Thank you, dear.

Adonai, Adonai.

Elohim.

I beg you.
I beseech you,

from the burning depth
of my loyal heart,

to protect my goddaughter from
the terrible harm she's about to suffer.

Don't let her die, Adonai.

Your goddaughter must die.

I'll take those away.

I don't know how you can
bear their scent. Especially at night.

I like tuberoses, Eduardo.

Can't you leave them here?

As you like.

What's the matter, darling?

Nothing.

You look very beautiful tonight.

Your first compliment
in a long time.

Good night, my love.

That glass of milk
will give you a peaceful sleep.

Eduardo...

You despise me, don't you?

Eduardo.

I've always loved you.

Always.

Why are you doing this?

You...

Why?

Why?

Almighty spirits,
Miriam, Belial and Abaddon,

let me speak to Elena's soul.

Elena. Elena!

What?

Can't you see me?

I couldn't help you.

You were marked by fate.

I couldn't help you
when you were alive,

but I promise to avenge your death.

- Good evening, Sara.
- Good evening, sir.

Thank you so much
for waiting for us.

As you may have guessed, this
wonderful creature is Deborah, my wife.

I hope I can be
equally useful to her.

- It'd be a privilege.
- Thank you, Sara.

My husband has told me
so much about you.

She's my housekeeper.
A trustworthy member of this house.

She's been with me for many years.
A good and loyal person.

Sir confounds me
with such undeserved praise.

I'm just doing my duty.

I hope we get to be
very good friends.

I'd be very honoured, miss.

You must have received the telegram
that announced our wedding.

Yes, I have. But it wasn't necessary.

- What do you mean?
- I had already guessed.

How did you guess?

Sir, a man like yourself
couldn't remain single for long.

See? Even your housekeeper
says it in front of me.

She sure knows you.

- Will you be having dinner?
- No, it's pretty late. You may go to bed.

She's a strange woman,
but she seems nice.

Very nice and very helpful.

Good night, sir.

Good night, madam.
I hope you'll be happy here.

Thank you very much.

Frankly speaking,
I didn't like her at first,

but, with time,
I learned to appreciate her.

Well! What do you think
of the house? Do you like it?

Very much.
I was looking forward to seeing it.

And I was looking forward
to sharing it with you.

I love you so much, Deborah.

Nothing or no-one could have
stopped me from making you my wife.

And now you are.

Your wife forever.

Before, no matter what you said,
I couldn't and wouldn't believe you.

It'd have been unfair, dishonest.
You were married to another woman and...

That belongs in the past.

Let's talk about the future,
not the past.

Come, I'll show you the house.

I want you to get
acquainted with the house.

Well, all the rooms
are pretty much alike.

- I bet this is our room.
- No.

It was...

- It was her room.
- May I see it?

Not now, another day.
Tomorrow?

You're so silly, darling.
Do you think it will upset me?

You know I've never been jealous.

Especially now that,
unfortunately, she's...

I'm sorry, Eduardo.

What's wrong?

Nothing.
But I felt a draught.

An icy draught that stopped me.

The window is shut.

There couldn't be a draught in here.

I must have imagined it.

Deborah, listen!

What a beautiful mirror.

We can look at it some other time.

Come on, let's go.

Such a wonderful mirror.
What a nice, clean room.

It seems like someone's looking
after this room.

Tu be roses were
the favourite flowers of...

Why won't you say it?
Your wife's favourite flowers.

Do you think saying it
will upset me?

Don't be silly. There's no harm
in speaking the truth.

Because you do love me,
don't you, Eduardo?

If I didn't love you,

do you think you'd be my wife now?

Now, tomorrow and forever.

I'm sorry, Eduardo.
We shouldn't...

It's my fault.
I'm acting crazy.

Will you forgive me?

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Being in her room is upsetting you.

The room you both shared,
wasn't it?

- Maybe that's it.
- Then I'm proud of you, Eduardo,

for being a sensitive man,
respectful of his past attachment.

You're right, let's leave this room.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, Sara. Where's the mistress?

Downstairs, in the dining room,
waiting to have breakfast with you.

Thank you.

- Good morning, darling.
- |t's already late.

- Where did you get that music?
- It was here, on the piano.

- Why? Have I done anything wrong?
- No.

That was the favourite
tune of... Elena.

I promise not to play it again.

But you'll have to do me
a favour, too, Eduardo.

Yes, of course.

Remember I said
I wasn't oversensitive?

Well, it's not true.

I realised
I'm quite the opposite.

I'm suffering, Eduardo.

Since I came to this house,
I suffer horribly each time

I'm reminded of the woman
that was here before me.

I promise she will never be
mentioned again.

Thank you.

Sara!

Who put these flowers here?

- I don't know, madam.
- Listen, Sara.

I actually don't care
who left these flowers here.

Just don't let it happen again.
I hope I've made myself clear.

I don't want to see tuberoses
in this house ever again!

Very well, madam.

What's wrong, madam?

There's something horrible
in this room.

I don't see anything odd.

Look, they've withered
in just a few seconds.

This is absurd, impossible.

Since Mrs Elena's death, strange
things are happening in this house.

Especially in this room.

I don't like this room, Sara.
Even less so after what I saw.

You'll help me change it
and we'll burn all those things.

As you wish, madam.

But will Mr Eduardo agree?

He will.
I'll make sure of that.

And don't forget, Sara,
no more tuberoses!

Yes, madam.

Today is the Day of Jupiter.

A full moon rises on the horizon.

All the aromatic plants offer
their blood and perfume,

to soak the shrouds
of our deceased.

I, faithful slave of your rulings,

invoke and beseech you,

to allow me once again

to speak with the soul
of my innocent goddaughter Elena.

Thanks to our
immortal spirits, Elena,

I have been able to invoke you.

I just wanted to tell you
that no-one...

No-one can harm you anymore

and he who killed
your body will pay for it.

Revenge will fall upon the person
he loves the most.

- Do you know where my husband is?
- No, madam.

- Or when he'll be back?
- I don't know that either, madam.

What's wrong?

I have the feeling
you're worried about something.

Yes, we must discuss
something very important.

Something of great interest to you.

To me? What is it?

Did you know Elena kept a diary?

A diary?

Come.

It's impossible.
I don't understand.

I just put it here, on the table,

- the moment you walked in.
- Calm down, you're nervous.

Yes. Very odd things
have been happening.

The disappearance of the diary
is yet another.

You may think I'm hallucinating...
That's not a hallucination!

You saw for yourself
how the fire went out for no reason!

Calm down. Calm down.

It makes sense.
In a closed room like this,

a fire can easily go out
due to a lack of oxygen.

But what about the missing diary?

It's probably somewhere else.
We'll find it soon.

You don't believe that yourself.

I'd rather not believe.

A bit of cognac will do you good.

Here.

You know, Deborah,

I've been thinking. I think it'd be
best for us to move out of this house.

No, Eduardo, you must understand.
I'm not afraid.

- You act like you are.
- Maybe I am.

About the diary...

Did you read it?

I didn't have time.
The moment I was about to, you came in.

All right.

Let's forget about all this.

Deborah, I told you
not to play that tune!

Somebody's playing the piano.

This is not possible, Deborah.

We're letting our nerves
get the better of us.

Eduardo,
there's someone in the house.

Yes, someone's trying to play with us.

I'll find out who's doing this.

There's no-one here.

We will soon discover who it is.

Don't be afraid.

We're behaving
like frightened children.

Yes, we might be...

But why are these things
happening today?

The fire goes out.
The diary disappears.

The piano looks like
it's being played by invisible hands.

You heard it, Eduardo. You saw it.

Deborah...

- The dead don't return.
- Why do you speak of the dead?

Because we're both
thinking the same thing.

That she may rise from
the dead and come play the piano.

Why do you think of her
when speaking of the dead?

You're thinking of her.

No, it's a mere association of ideas.

It's because she's dead.

What if Elena is here
among us, Eduardo?

Remember the piano.

Deborah, I'm a man of science.

A medical doctor.

I cannot believe in ghosts!

Who's there?

It's me, sir. I thought
you may need something.

No.

- Nothing.
- Good night.

You realise that everything
which scared us a moment ago

must have a logical explanation?

Eduardo, what did you expect
to find in Elena's room?

I don't know.

I admit it was foolish to go there
in search of something or someone,

when there can be no-one there.

Did you hear that?

That's nothing, Deborah.

It's the sound of normal things,
like wind, rain, thunder...

What about the groan
that seemed to come from her room?

Please, Deborah!
Get a hold of yourself!

There's no point in saying
all this, Eduardo. You can't fool me.

You're afraid, too.

Me? Afraid?
Afraid of what?

Of that.

Did you hear that?

It must be her, Eduardo.

- It must be her. Yes, it is!
- Shut up, Deborah. Shut up!

No, Eduardo!

It is her. And she's after me!

- Let's get out of here.
- No!

She returned because she wants something
from us. Something from me!

I won't give up my love for you.
It's mine!

Deborah!

Deborah, don't!

Where are you?

Talk to me.
Where are you?

What do you want from me, Elena?

Deborah!

Deborah!

Deborah!

Deborah!

Deborah!

Elena,

you may rest now.

You've been avenged.

Have something to eat, madam.

You can't go on like this.
Refusing to eat.

Take it away.
I don't want anything.

Excuse me, sir.

Thank you so much.

Nobody could take better care
of my wife than you.

Please, Eduardo.
Don't light the lamp.

I understand your reasons
to remain in the dark, but...

Don't. I beg you.

You must get over this.
Everything's not lost.

It is for me.

Deborah,

do you want to recover your face?

Don't be cruel.

Why would you ask me such a thing?

Because I feel I can give you back
your face. The beauty you once had.

Why do you lie to me?

Listen.

After days and nights
of intense research,

I've finally found a formula

that will help us
reach our wonderful goal.

I can give you back
your flesh and skin,

which were the most beautiful
in the world.

Enough.
Stop hurting me.

No-one can do what you say.
Not even you!

- Deborah...
- Stop tormenting me!

You know this evil came from her.

She wants to punish me
from beyond the grave.

I must think
like a man of science.

I'd feel miserable if I did nothing
to repair such a terrible injury.

No, Eduardo.
Say no more.

It's impossible.
Impossible!

Deborah.

At the very least, let me prove
my love to you.

I love you more than ever.

Can you love me like this?

Trust me.

Soon, very soon,
you will be beautiful once again.

Deborah.

Deborah.

"Mysterious Disappearance of
Two Corpses from the Morgue.

"This case has some
truly unusual aspects.

"Both were the corpses
of young women."

As you can see, Gamboa,
this case makes no sense.

Who could possibly
be interested in corpses?

Well, someone
who can sell them, Inspector.

Sell corpses?

You can be sure that if you
ever tried to sell me a corpse,

I wouldn't buy it.

I'm sure you wouldn't, Inspector,

but a doctor would,
in order to practise anatomy.

Well then, Gamboa,

investigate this if you want,
and let me know what you find.

All right, Inspector.
Excuse me.

Who'd ever think
the remains end up here?

Ever since the accident,
I despise fire, Gustavo.

But, in this case,
I have no choice but to use it.

This other body
will meet the same fate.

It will take me
three more days at most.

It seems like a crime
to suspend the treatment,

now that we've had a glimpse
of its extraordinary potential.

Professor, surely you cannot think
of interrupting your work

only because you've run out
of supplies for the skin grafts?

Let's be completely honest here.

I'm going to be honest
with you, Gustavo.

I trust no-one.

But I know you can help me
solve this problem.

The process we have begun,

you will keep repeating it,
until we are crowned with success.

- Do you agree?
- Sure.

As long as it's worthwhile
taking the risk.

I'll give twice what
I gave you before. Agreed?

Thank you. I've always
appreciated your gratitude.

Who is it?

- Who is it?
- Eduardo, it's me.

I'm preparing some saline solution.
I'll come and open up for you now.

Get out.
She must not see you.

Deborah, I told you
not to come to my laboratory.

- Why have you come down?
- I know I shouldn't,

but I haven't seen you all day.

When will the next operation take place?

Tomorrow.

It will be a turning point.

I live in hope.

I'll go.

I'll see you later.

I've been thinking
about our conversation.

I think I know the perfect place
to carry out our plan.

Where?

FUNERAL PARLOUR

First, two corpses
were stolen from the morgue,

and now, another.

This is more than
a mere coincidence, Gamboa.

That's exactly what I think,
Inspector.

Let's not forget that,
in both cases,

the corpses in question
were those of young women.

We must find the motive.

This is not the kind of of fence
we'd expect from common thieves.

Even less so that
all these are women's corpses.

This is a most unusual case, Gamboa.

Yes, sir.

I'm sure that behind all of this

hides an abnormal person,

or some kind of maniac.

- Is this a bad time?
- No.

My wife's still anaesthetised.

You may speak.

We're done for the night.

- Was it successful?
- Yes.

There was no problem whatsover.

I have good news.

- What is it?
- |t's about a girl that just died.

A pianist. Very beautiful.
Very young.

She had a heart condition
and had a final attack today.

- That's what the medical certificate says.
- Where is this girl?

In the apartment next to mine.
She was my friend.

The wake is today.

- How are we going to do it?
- Not there! Afterward.

Once she's buried in the cemetery.

Cover those remains
and put them away.

I'll take Deborah to her room.

- Beautiful hands.
- The hands of an artist.

They remind me of other
hands I knew well.

Yes, I see.

Those of your wife
before the accident.

No.

They remind me of the hands
of my first wife, Elena.

They were just as beautiful as these.

I need these hands, Gustavo.
I need them!

All you have to do
is make up your mind.

I've made my decision.

Tomorrow...

The burial is tomorrow at six o'clock.

O Great Spirit of Darkness,

leave your abode
and bequeath me your advice

on how to destroy
this man's evil wiles.

A man who went mad

trying to give a new face
and hands to that evil woman.

You have heard my voice
and my grievances.

I await your advice.

That which belongs to the dead
shall be returned to the dead

on the night of a Wednesday moon.

The Black Night of Mercury.

Tell me then, has the hour of
my revenge finally come?

Thank you, Noble Spirit
of Eternal Darkness.

I know you are infallible.

I hope the watchman
is keeping an eye out.

With the money I gave him,
he should keep watch for a week.

You said this girl died
of a heart attack?

According to the medical certificate,
she died of a coronary thrombosis.

We must hurry.

We're almost done.

What was that?

Did you hear anything?

Yes, a noise.

- We must hurry.
- No.

The knocking is coming
from down there!

- Someone's knocking down there!
- Shut up! Don't shout.

I keep hearing that knocking.
It's getting louder!

- Can't you hear it?
- Yes, I can. So what?

Do you think it's coming
from the coffin?

Of course, where else
could it come from?

Restrain yourself.
We must keep digging.

But...

I can't take it!
I can't take it!

Stop it, Gustavo!
Give me the crowbar.

Give me the crowbar.

She's alive!

This woman has been buried alive.

A case of catalepsy
was taken for a heart attack.

- She's alive.
- So...

I have a live woman's body!

A body no-one will ever claim.

For the rest of the world,
she no longer exists.

Her hands...

The hands I need, they're mine!

For Deborah.

Let's get her out right now,
before it's too late. Hurry!

This injection will keep her
in a state of catalepsy. Alive.

Professor...

That means you'll amputate
both hands while she's still alive.

- Exactly.
- But that's atrocious.

It would be atrocious
if she could feel the pain.

She'll be sound asleep.

She won't know or feel
she's losing her hands.

I could never dream
of such a privilege.

A live transplant.

They're the same.

Identical to Elena's hands.

I'd never find more
beautiful hands for Deborah.

No, Professor.

Not in my presence.

Go away.

Tomorrow will be the most
wonderful day of my life,

and you'll be able to share
with me the joy of this miracle.

Yes, Professor. Good night.

From death's wastes,

I'm creating life

and beauty.

If you want to save your soul,
you must turn yourself in to the police,

and report
Dr Eduardo Ramos' crimes.

Aren't you
the doctor's housekeeper?

Why are you asking me to do this?

I've already told you.
To save your soul.

Fool.

You think
you've achieved your goal,

but you don't know,
you're digging your own grave.

Elena, your time has come.

I invoke you.

I thought I'd find you asleep.

It's useless. I can't sleep, Eduardo.

This will all be over soon, Deborah.

- But when? When?
- Today.

Tonight.

This will be the end
of your suffering.

I'll operate on your hands
and finish your face.

Really? Or are you just
building up my hopes?

No.

Today's procedure
will be a long one. Very long.

I trust you, Eduardo.

But, if something unexpected...

If she appears again.

Look, Eduardo! Look!
There!

It's her! It's Elena!

Deborah, there's nothing there.
Nobody's there.

But I saw her in the garden.

Look again and you'll realise
you were wrong.

How strange.

Nobody's there now.

But I'm sure I saw her.
I swear I did.

No.

It was your imagination.
But it's over now.

Come, let's go.

I was expecting you.

These are the hands
your husband wants for Deborah.

But she'll never use them.

I have other hands
in store for her, Elena.

Now leave your hands
where the other ones were.

Your very own hands
will avenge you.

You may now rest in peace.

Return to your abode.

Can I see them now?

Yes.

My hands...

It's true.

You didn't lie to me, Eduardo.

I have my hands again.

Try to move your fingers.

The other one.

I can't thank you enough
for what you've done for me.

Don't worry,

the scar on the join
will disappear, little by little.

Finally, I can caress you
once again.

Eduardo!
I wanted to caress you,

but these hands suddenly
acted on their own.

I couldn't control them.
I had no power over them.

I suppose it's normal.

It'll take some time
getting used to them.

What a strange feeling.

They seem to have
a will of their own.

I'm not ordering them to move.
I don't want them to move!

They move on their own.

Don't worry. You will soon
control every movement.

Try now.
Keep them still!

See?

Yes.

Now, I want to touch my bandages.

Now, I'll lower my hands.

Eduardo, when will you take off
this horrible bandage?

Tomorrow.

In its place, you'll see the
most beautiful face on earth.

Now, you need to rest,
my darling.

Deborah!

Stop that music!

I can't, Eduardo! It's not me!

It's these hands!
I can't stop them!

I'm sorry, Deborah.

I can't stand that music.

It drives me crazy!

Please forgive me, Eduardo.

- I didn't want to do it.
- Swear you won't do it again!

How could I say that now?

You must turn yourself in
to the police

and report
Dr Eduardo Ramos' crimes.

To save your soul.

To save your soul.

You must turn yourself in
to the police

and report
Dr Eduardo Ramos' crimes.

To save your soul.

To save your soul.

To save your soul.

Elena. It's Wednesday.

The Black Night of Mercury.

Elena! Elena!

Can't you hear me?

It's Wednesday night.

The Night of Mercury.

Elena.

You must hear me.

It's your night.
It's our night.

The full moon is already out.

The forces of evil
are with us tonight.

Yes, to destroy our enemies.

The evil rays of this moon

will return to the dead
that which belongs to the dead.

Forces of evil,

creatures of darkness,

show me your power.

Elohim!

Lucifuge!

Satanachia.

Open all the doors of disgrace!

You know everything, gentlemen.

Everything!

This is the most atrocious
statement ever heard in this place.

I told you in the end
we'd discover it was a criminal maniac.

Let's go get him. We must stop
this dreadful massacre.

- You're coming with us.
- Yes, sir.

Everybody must be armed
and expect the worst.

Yes, sir.

- Where's the mistress, Sara?
- She's in the lab, sir.

Deborah!

What are you doing?
Why are you here?

What am I doing?
I know what you've done. Look!

- Deborah, i...
- What have you given me?

The hands of your victim.

I have the skin of a dead
woman on my face. Murderer!

- Deborah...
- Let go of me, don't touch me!

Deborah!

Deborah!

Deborah.
Deborah, listen.

- Listen. Listen to me, please!
- Get away from me!

- You're a criminal!
- I know I am, but I did it all for you.

- For you, Deborah!
- What have you done?

You made a face and hands for me
from the remains of dead women?

My face is probably
as disgusting as theirs.

You'll see for yourself.

I'm taking off the bandages.

You will be convinced
of the beauty of your face.

- I don't believe you.
- Yes, you will.

May my magic mirror be remade.

Grant me that request,
forces of the night.

A miracle come true, Deborah.

Come here.
Come, look in the mirror.

Look!

Nothing matters anymore!
Nothing!

You have nothing to blame me for.

Dr Ramos!

- Where's the doctor?
- In his lab.

Come this way.

It's locked.

Thank you, Eduardo.
Thank you!

Now you see? I couldn't let
anything stop me.

You were my first concern.

This is the proof of my love.

No-one can love you
more than I do, Deborah.

Eduardo!

Deborah!

This is unbelievable, Gamboa!

- We must find that monster.
- This way.

Eduardo!

Deborah, why?

I didn't want to do it, I swear.
It wasn't me!

It was them.

These hands.

These damned hands!

That which belongs to the dead
shall be returned to the dead.

Madam...

this is incredible.

Never have human eyes
witnessed anything like it.

From the dawn of man
to the present day,

witchcraft and magic have existed,
along with its practitioners,

magicians, sorcerers, and Warlocks.

THE END