All language subtitles for I.Madman.1989.720p.AAC-RARBG

Evening, Dr. Kessler.

Front desk.

Yes, ma'am.

Well we'll certainly
check it out.

- Yes, right away.
- Problem, Lyle?

Miss Wells in 413.

She claims that there
are some animal noises

coming from the room next door.

She thinks it might be a dog.

She says it's keeping her awake.

Are you going to check it out?

That's Dr. Kessler's room.

You know how he
feels about people

going into his room
when he's not in there.

The man hasn't had--

The man is a weirdo, Lyle,
and a troublemaker.

And if he is keeping an animal,

he'll be out on the street
before morning.

Damn.

Oh, God!

Let me out.

Good God!

It's a child!

Lyle, it's me.

Call the police.

Just do it.

Hello?

Richard?

Hi, I'm not here right now.

So after the beep,
leave your name,

number, and a brief message and
I'll try and get back to you. Thanks.

Hello, Richard.
It's me, Virginia.

Um...

Well, I just thought maybe
you'd like to come over

for a beer or something.

I thought maybe
you'd be home but...

I'll be up for a while.

So if you get home before...

you know, too late,
just give me a call, okay?

And, um...

Ow.

Who is it?

Police.
Open up.

Richard.
Come on up.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you okay?

Yeah, why?

You sounded a little
agitated on the phone.

No.

That was just my phone voice.

Can I get you a beer
or something?

Yeah, I'd love a cold beer.

Then why don't you
just go sit in there

and I'll go get it for you.

"Much of Madness, More of Sin"?

"Tortured and ridiculed by
the scientific establishment

"for his investigations into the
creation of superior life forms,

"noted zoologist Dr. Alan Kessler
continues his experiments

"in the cloaked secrecy
of his basement laboratory.

"Finally, after years of
failure and frustration

"he manages to successfully mate
his own seed with an egg excised

"from the ovaries of a jackal,

"and plants it in the womb of
an unwitting human surrogate."

A little light reading, honey?

So what, scared yourself again

and lured me over
with a cold beer

so you wouldn't
have to be alone?

You caught me.

Honey, how can you
read this crap?

I don't know.
It's some thing....

It's like potato chips,
I just can't stop.

Potato chips?

I don't know,
this one was different.

It was really special.

- Very well written.
- I'll bet.

So, um.

What happens?

- With what?
- The book.

How does it end?

The surrogate dies in delivery.

Dr. Kessler has to raise
the creature as his own son,

but it's an evil,
it's a wild thing.

And he can't control it.

I know the feeling.

So...
One night, somebody...

lets the jackal boy escape.

And Dr. Kessler goes out looking
for it and he hunts it down.

Corners it in an alley.

And he begs it to
come home with him.

But it hates him.

It hates him for bringing it
into this world.

It turns...

and it leaps,
and screaming in agony...

Hell, I don't see
what the problem is.

It's not like he asked you
to marry him or anything.

- Yeah, well...
- Excuse me.

We've only been seeing
each other for six weeks.

He already wants me to meet
his parents over Christmas.

Crimson Falls, Ohio.

I don't know, sounds like
a pre-proposal to me.

Pre-proposal?

Excuse me.

I think I'll take these.

All I know is if I had a guy
like Richard on the line...

I'd reel him in.

Yeah, I can see you
in a muumuu and curlers...

scrambling up eggs
for your husband.

You don't know it, girl,

but deep down underneath all
this chic cosmopolitan savvy

beats the heart of a
submissive hausfrau.

Well, Richard's really special,
but I think I'll just take it slow.

All I'm saying is
if I had Mr. Right...

I'd be home packing my bags
for Crimson Falls.

You're sure not gonna meet him

putting in 14 hours
a day at this dump.

Maybe not. But I'm more likely
to run into a gorgeous guy

in a bookstore than a
smart guy in a singles bar.

Hi, Mona!

Hi.

Well then again,
I could just kill myself.

What the hell
are you looking for?

I'm looking for this book
called I, Madman.

I've been looking
for it everywhere

but I can't find it.

It's by this guy.
His name is Malcolm Brand.

Oh, that's charming.

No, don't knock it,
it's really good.

It's horrific.

It makes Stephen King
read like Mother Goose,

but it's passionate.

It's sort of like Poe.

- I never heard of him.
- I hadn't either until yesterday.

He wrote two of them, this one,
and one called I, Madman...

which came in with
the estate sale. Crap!

- Where are you going?
- Upstairs to have another look.

You sure are spending
a lot of time trying

to find something
called I, Madman.

- You find it?
- No, I didn't.

Well maybe somebody bought it.

Yeah, maybe.

Aye, his mouth is stopp'd;
Honest lago hath ta'en order for't.

He is dead, my lord?

Had all his hairs been lives,
my great revenge

had stomach for them all.

Alas! He is betray'd,
and I undone.

Out, strumpet!

Weep'st thou for him to my face?

O, banish me, my lord,
but kill me not!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Oh, well you didn't miss much.

- Yeah, I can see that. Did he call us?
- No.

-Being done, there is no pause.
-But whilst I say one prayer!

It is too late.

I know about 20 people
who'd like to do that.

No, Collette's all right.

Any comments?

- No.
- Bravo!

Collette, Michael,
very good work.

Incidentally our own
Ms. Berkowitz is going to star

in a new made-for-
television movie:

No More Yesterdays.

Congratulations.

You should have
gotten that part;

you're absolutely
perfect for it.

- Come on, Lenny.
- No, really. Perfect.

No.

Collette's really talented
and very beautiful.

So are you.

I hate her.

How about dinner?

We'll talk about her
behind her back.

No, I can't.
I have plans with Richard.

Oh.

Getting serious, huh?

Maybe.

Okay, we'll take
one more couple.

Kelly and Martin, please.

- All right!
- We're off the hook!

Look at this.

We're not going to
get to do our Cyrano.

I bought a new nose
and everything.

Hi, it's Rich.

Something came up here.
I pulled a narcotics stakeout.

So I'm going to have to
pass on dinner.

I'll try and stop by afterwards,
but if it's late, well I'll call.

I miss you and
I love you, honey.

Goodbye.

Oh, Mona!

Hello, Anna.
It's been a long time.

Stay away from me.

But I fixed it, Anna.

What do you mean?

Look.
A clean slate.

And a fresh palate.

Jesus!

What are you doing?

I was just...

making a fire, and I...

I heard a noise.

Yeah, I knocked.

Honey, you've got to keep
your front door locked.

Something on the stove?

Oh, yes, I...

I was making some tea.

Great.

You okay?

Yeah.
Why?

I don't know.

I just...

You just seemed to be
away there for a while.

I'm sorry, I...

How much do you
love me, Richard?

On a scale of 1 to 10?

20.

Enough to cut off your ear?

No.

Yes.
I don't know.

What kind of an
idiotic question is that?

It's just this book I'm reading.

This guy, he's a poet.

He's a doctor, really,
but he sort of dropped out.

Anyway, he's madly in love with
this actress named Anna Templer.

She won't have anything
to do with him because

she thinks he's really ugly.

She just can't get past it.

So he cuts off his ear?

It's totally hopeless.
He's desperate to please her.

Then one night
he's been drinking heavily.

You'd have to be more than just
insane to have these thoughts.

He goes into his closet digging
around for his old medical bag.

He finds it, takes it out,
over to a mirror.

He pumps his face full of Novocaine,
and then, with his scalpel

begins to slice away
his features one by one.

And he's crazed with love!

So he slices off his face?

Great! The guy's never heard
of a candygram or flowers?

It's only a book, Richard.

It gives me the creeps.

Okay, we won't talk
about it anymore.

You know, you always get weird
when you read that shit.

But, uh...

If it'll make you
feel any better...

first thing after breakfast...

I'll cut myself shaving.

Come here.

That's really sweet of you.

I stood in the shadow of an alley,
watching and waiting.

Watching and waiting
for that special one.

It had to be a woman's.
I knew that for sure.

Only she spends the time
caring and cultivating...

and combing the silken crown.

A downy frame around a painting
as beautiful as the portrait itself.

They were all out.

The jet-blacks.

The mousy browns.

The bleached blondes.

But none was right...

until Red came along.

Good old Red.

It was perfection.

Soft as cloud and
brilliant as sun.

Her flaming crimson
torch of feathers.

Ready and ripe for easy picking.

Oh my God!

Can't somebody call the police?

Please....

Just a little something
to help you sleep.

Now...

I would like you to count
backwards slowly from 100.

99.

98.

97.

96.

95.

94.

93.

92.

91.

90.

89.

88.

87.

86.

85.

82.

81.

80.

You like the color, Anna?

Miss?
Are you getting on or what?

Jesus Christ, Mona!

I'm sorry.

I thought he was
in the back with me.

He scared the shit out of me.
Where did that cat come from?

I found him.

I figured we could keep him here.
He's mouse patrol.

- Oh, God.
- Boy, are you jumpy.

What are you doing here?

I thought you weren't coming
to work till 4:00 today.

Oh, God, the book.
First edition Hemingway.

Old lady Vettey came in
yesterday after you left.

She had a shit-fit when
she saw that stuff

hadn't been unpacked yet.

- What stuff?
- You know, that stuff upstairs.

The estate sale shipment.

Oh, yeah.

I'll clean this up.

Okay, I'll unpack the stuff.

"Malcolm Brand"?

"Malcolm Brand."

Yuck, who'd want to buy
a used sex manual?

Mona, where did you
find this book?

What are you talking about?

Didn't you leave this
outside my door last night?

This is the book you're
looking for, right?

Well, I didn't find it.

- Yeah, Channing's desk.
- Detective Channing, please.

- He's not in.
- Hi, this is Virginia Clayton.

I called before.
I'm a friend of Richard's.

- Is he back yet?
- No.

But I gave him your message
about a half-hour ago.

I know. But it's very important
that he calls me back.

All I can do is give it to him again.
I'm sure he'll call you back.

- Yes, thank you.
- Okay.

Have him call me back
as soon as possible.

Okay.

...completely bald.
A chrome dome, a cue ball.

But just look at these results!

With daily applications of our
advanced formula, hair growth...

Do you like the music?

Why are you doing this to me?

Lovely.

Please...

leave me alone.

You'll come around, Anna.

You will love me.

No, I don't love you.
I'll never love you!

You can't mean that.

911.
Is this an emergency?

Yes, there's a murder.
It's about to happen, I think.

- The address, please?
- On Wilshire and St. Paul.

The Piano Repair Restoration.

Can I have your name, please?
Your name, please?

Stop it!
Stop it!

I closed the book.

Stop it!

Step back, please.
Navarro's already upstairs.

Forensic's been there
for about a half an hour.

Come on, this way.

Step back, please.

Here you go.

Watch your heads, boys.

- Frank.
- Yeah?

- Any news about the witness?
- Not a word.

Check this out.

- Hey, Channing.
- Hi.

Hello, gentlemen.

Bag those up, please.

- We got anything?
- Well, not much.

Male, probably 6'2" or 6'3".

- Didn't leave any fingerprints.
- Look at this.

Son of a bitch
sliced his ears off.

Excuse me.

I believe that shade was down.

Virginia?

It's me, Richard.
Open the door!

Did you see it?

- Did you make the call?
- Yes.

Can you identify him, honey?

Richard, I'm so scared.

It's okay.
It'll be all right.

All-righty.

How about...

that?

Yeah.
That's the right shape.

Uh-huh.

But they have to
be closer together.

Closer together, all right.

No problem.
How about that?

Yeah, that's it.

Terrific.

Let's work on the nose.

There's no nose.

No nose.

He usually wears a scarf over
the bottom half of his face but...

But he's showed me
a couple of times.

He showed you?

That he doesn't have one.
Not yet, anyway.

- He doesn't have one what?
- A nose.

I mean, it's like his hair.

He didn't have that either
until he killed Collette.

- And now he's got that guy's ears.
- Collette Berkowitz, the actress?

She was in my acting class.

You're saying it's the same guy
who killed the Berkowitz woman?

How do you know that?

Because he showed me
this morning, on the bus.

Virginia, honey,
we're not following you here.

Why don't we just
take it from the top, okay?

- It all started with the book.
- A book?

Richard knows about it.

It's this weird book
that I picked up where I work.

- Somehow this character got out.
- He got out?

He got out of the book.

It's like...

One minute I was
reading about him,

and the next minute he was
standing right next to me.

He thinks that I'm this actress
named Anna Templer.

She's in the book, too.

And he doesn't have a nose?

He doesn't have anything.
He cut it all off.

His hair, his ears, his lips,
and his nose. Everything.

And now he's going
to go around...

and take things
from other people

so he can like graft them
onto his own face.

Miss Clayton, why would he....

Why would anybody
do such a thing?

Because he thinks
that it will please me.

He thinks that
it will please Anna.

But because he thinks I'm Anna,

it's really the
same thing, right?

I want to thank you very much
for coming in.

Look, I mean, I know this
must sound really crazy.

No, no, no, no, really.
You've been a big help.

Really.

Detective, when you have a moment,
my office, please?

Can you give me
a minute here, please?

Yeah.
Sure.

What is happening to you?

Look, Richard,
I know it sounds crazy.

You're damn right
it sounds crazy.

If you don't believe me,
you should just read the book.

It's all right there.

I don't have to read the book.
It isn't real!

Sorry to interrupt.

Garber's waiting, Richie.

Look, I know you
had a terrible night.

Why don't you wait
downstairs for me

and when I finish
with the lieutenant...

we'll go home and
we'll try and figure out

just what you think you saw.

Please, just wait
for me downstairs?

Okay, Richard.

Going down?

Why don't you leave me alone?!

Why are you doing this?

Stay away from me!

I want you, Anna.

- You're all I ever wanted.
- Stay away!

This isn't happening.
This is just in my mind.

Things will be better, Anna.
I promise.

Soon you'll love me
as much as I love you.

No, I'm not Anna!

I'll have your heart
one way or another.

Just go ahead and kill me, then.
Get it over with.

Get it over with.

Are you all right?

Sure you're all right?

"Non-fiction."

Look, Mel, I don't want
to hear from strikes.

Look, Mel, I don't give a shit
about your labor problems!

I've got orders to fill.

I need 1,000 copies of
East Of Edith by Friday

or I'm finished
with this business!

Yeah, but look,
have the wrappers been printed yet?

Look, check the warehouse.

I think we got a load of that
Western title that didn't sell.

Yeah, Long In The Saddle.

Yeah, just switch the covers.

Oh, Mel...

Mel, nobody's going
to know the difference.

Nobody gives a shit, believe me!

Look, I got someone in the office.
I'll call you back.

- Are you Sidney Zeit?
- No. I'm Nelson Doubleday.

What can I do for you?

Well, actually, sir,
if you don't mind, I...

I have something
I'd like to show you.

- I only publish smut.
- No, I--

Look, honey,
I would love to chat with you,

but I've got a lot
of work to do here.

Did you publish this book?

So my moniker's all over it.

So what is it to you?

I want to know
about Malcolm Brand.

Look, I wasn't married
to the guy.

I just published a
couple of his books.

Please.

You doing a paper or something?

College?

I don't know what to tell you.
The books speak for themselves.

The guy was a lunatic.

Spent the last year of his life
in a rubber room.

That's where he
wrote the last one.

One day he just took a powder.

Walked right out
through the gate.

Nobody paid any attention.
Found him nearly a week later.

Said it was exposure,
but they couldn't be sure.

Why not?

Because by the time
they got to him,

his body was ripped apart...

by some animals.
Probably a pack of hungry dogs.

He was a weirdo, all right.

I remember once...

- right after his first book....
- Much of Madness, More of Sin.

Yeah, that's the one.
Did pretty well.

He even had a
bit of a following.

Anyway, I got him an assignment.

A short story.
Esquire, kiddo.

And we're talking
about the mainstream.

And they wanted him.

So Malcolm started working
on her right away.

Two months later,
he returns the advance money

and tells me he
can't finish the story.

And get this: Claims the characters
were talking back to him.

Refusing to do what he says.

One even chased him out of town
for a couple of weeks.

The monster from the first book.
You know, the jackal boy.

Claims he had hated him.

Was hunting him down.
Some return of evil for evil.

You published this
book as nonfiction.

Both books were nonfiction.

Malcolm insisted.
Claimed they were confessions.

He was a ranting schizophrenic.

Of course, nobody believed
anything he said.

So this stuff in the book,
about what he did to himself...

Oh, jeez, yeah.

He messed himself up
pretty bad, all right.

Yeah.
Yep.

Okay.

You got the coroner on three
and your girlfriend's on one.

All right, just call me if
you find anything else.

Dr. Price, could you hold on
for just one minute?

I appreciate it.
Thank you.

Virginia?

Why didn't you wait
for me downstairs?

Where the hell are you?

Listen, Richard, you're never
going to believe this.

- I know where he's going.
- What are you talking about?

There's going to be
another killing, tonight.

Another guy.

A Mediterranean type.

Olive skin with a
strong Roman profile.

Brand's going to follow him home
from a bar downtown on Grant.

Virginia, I can't talk
about this now.

The phones are
ringing off the hook.

I've got two murders to solve‒

Damn it, Richard, listen to me!
I'm telling you, it's Brand.

He's back to finish
what he started,

what he wrote about
doing in the book!

And I'm telling you that
I don't believe in ghosts!

Just hold on for
a minute, all right?

Dr. Price, thanks for....
Oh, shit!

Fuck!

- Waiting for a bus, little girl?
- Jesus Christ, Lenny.

Hey, I'm sorry.

So what's going on?
You waiting for someone?

No.

Well, yes, actually.
I was waiting for an old friend.

That's something
about Collette, huh?

- It's a terrible thing.
- It's horrible.

I was thinking of picking up
a pizza and going home.

You're welcome to join me.

I mean, if your friend
doesn't show up.

Thank you, but I think
I'll just wait here

for a little while longer.

Thanks anyway.

Okay.
Sure.

- Well, some other time, then?
- Okay.

- I'll see you in acting class.
- Okay. See you later.

Lenny?

Lenny?

Lenny?

54-1. 54-1.
Advise for code four.

- Evening, Lieutenant.
- Evening.

- Okay, what do we got here?
- Another mutilation, sir.

He got the nose this time.

I understand we
have a witness?

Yes, sir.
She's right over there.

Oh, hell.

- Sir?
- Nothing.

- Where's Channing?
- He's on his way.

Come here.

Virginia? Thanks, I've got it.
It's okay.

Richard, Richard,
do you know who that is?

That's Lenny,
from my acting class.

- What are you talking about?
- I knew this was gonna happen!

It's word for word
out of the book.

The bar, the alley.

I couldn't do anything!
I couldn't make it stop.

It's okay. Just come over here
and tell me what happened.

Damn it, Richard, where were you?
Why didn't you listen to me?

- Why did you hang up the phone?
- I didn't hang up on you, okay?

It was crazy when you called.

I just hit a button and--

And you just couldn't
deal with it, right?

You couldn't deal with it.

That there might be some
truth in what I'm saying!

What's the matter with you?

I'm sorry, okay?

Maybe I should have
looked into this thing

- a little bit more than I did.
- Yeah.

Garber had us running
down other leads.

He's my boss,
what am I supposed to do?

You should just read the book,
Richard, please!

And then we'll talk about it.

Okay, all right,

I admit there are
certain similarities.

I'll even go as far as to say...

that maybe there's some
kind of copycat killer out there.

Somebody who's read the book
and is getting off on the gore.

I don't know.

That's fine, Richard,
but it doesn't explain

Malcolm Brand showing up
in my apartment.

Look, let's just try and
stick close to earth

for the time being, all right?

Now what we have to do
is we have to figure out

when this maniac
is going to strike next.

Well...

It's right here.
It's here in Chapter 8.

"I watched her before.

"Perched behind her desk,
lonely lady librarian,

"love-starved swan.

"How I imagined
her sweet, full lips

"burning passionately
against her pillow

"late at night when
the stone-cold cats

"ceased standing guard
over her lust."

He means the library.

I mean, it's all right here.

Right down to
the stone-cold cats.

He means the lions outside
the steps of the main branch.

Do you see?

So what happened in the end?

To the girl, I mean, Anna.

You don't want to know.

Yes, I do.

He cuts out her heart
with his scalpel,

and he wears it around his neck.

Like a crucifix.

Close to his own heart.

- Hello?
- Looks like we're in luck.

Garber's gonna let us go for it.

He's even throwing
in some uniforms.

That's great news, Richard.

It took some doing,
but he's desperate.

And if we're wrong....

No, we're not wrong.
I'm positive about this.

He'll be there tonight.

All right, the library
closes at 8:00.

Can you be there
in one half hour?

In half an hour?

Okay, okay,
I,ll be there.

Mona, I'm gonna leave
work a little early tonight.

- All right?
- Fine.

Okay.

- Mona, is there something wrong?
- No, nothing.

Nothing's wrong.

Just 'cause you've walked around
here like a zombie all day.

You haven't said two words
to me since you got here.

I'll be stuck here
doing your work

while you run all over the city
fighting crime or something.

It's the estate sale stuff.
I forgot to unpack it.

The least you can do is
let me in on what's going on.

I will.
I'll call you later.

And that stuff, I'll unpack it
tomorrow morning.

Okay?

No, forget about it.

I'll finish it off tonight.

All right.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

And I'll call you later.

Okay.
Thanks, Mona.

- Yeah.
- Bye.

Okay, Joey, the place is secure.

Everyone should be out
in four minutes, you got it?

Marian...

If you see or hear anything,
anything at all, you let us know.

- We'll be listening on that radio.
- Okay.

The rent-a-cops
have all been briefed.

Business as usual.

Good, you understand that?

It's possible that this guy's been
watching you for a few days.

So we don't want you to
do anything unusual.

What you normally do
when you lock up,

that's what we want
you to do tonight.

All right, kids, showtime.

There, almost set.

- You're sure you're okay?
- Yeah.

Here we go.

- Is everybody ready?
- I think I....

- You're sure you want to do this?
- No.

Not particularly, but I'm
the only one who fits the suit.

All right?

Oh, my God,
it's really dark down here.

Hello?

Hope you guys can hear me.

Okay, I'm in the
microfiche room.

Wait.
I think I hear something.

- Where is she?
- Shh, shh.

It's footsteps.

There's somebody
out in the hall.

- They're coming closer!
- That's it, go!

Richard!

He's in the room.

Richard, he's in the room.

Freeze, police officer!

Coffee?

I'll have a uniform
take you back to my place.

And I'll be there
as soon as I can.

What, that's it?
You're just gonna give up?

He didn't show up.
What can we do?

Listen, Richard,
it's gonna happen tonight.

I mean, maybe not here,
but somewhere.

If it hasn't happened already.

I mean, you know, there's more
than one library in this city.

Not with cats
on the front steps.

Come on, Virginia,
we gave it a shot.

It didn't pan out.

We can't stake out every building
in the city with books inside

based on some cryptic passage
from a 30-year-old novel.

Now go back to my
apartment, all right?

We'll talk about it later.

Right, later.

Vámonos, Richie.

You got some shit to shovel.

Channing, I want to talk to you.
Now.

"Librarian.

"Love-starved swan.

"Passionate lips.

"Lions...

"and cats."

Get off the phone, Mona.

Detective Channing's desk,
Detective Fishman speaking.

Hi, Virginia.

No, he's in with the
lieutenant right now.

Sure.

Okay, I'll get it to him.
'Bye.

Fishman.
Where you going?

- Important message for Richard.
- Wait a minute, let me see that.

Yep, Richie's nutty girlfriend.

Believe me, you won't be
doing him any favors

by bringing this to him now.

Mona?

Mona?

Mona, are you back there?

Mona, I'm sorry.

I knew you'd come, Anna.

It's our wedding day.

No.
Oh, no!

Somebody let me out of here!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Anna!

Stay away from me.

Finally your heart will be mine.

Don't!

Virginia, move away.
Back away.

You all right, baby?

- Sweetheart?
- See?

Son of a bitch!

Head more canine than human.
A scrawny, growling, evil thing.

Conceived much of madness,
more of sin.

It lived, it lived!