All language subtitles for hfds 1988

This is the dead of night

It has nothing to do with time

It can happen in sunshine
or in moonlight

in the best of weather
or the worst.

For the dead of night
is a state of mind,

that dark, unfathomed region
of the human consciousness

from which all the unknown terrors
of our lives emerge

The dead of night exists in all of us

and no one knows at what strange

unexpected moment it will make itself known

And so tonight, for your entertainment

three tales: one of mystery
one of imagination and one of terror

How'd did you get way out here?

Well, I'll tell you why I came.

One of the fellows in town that buys eggs from you

said he saw an old wreck of the car.

That it was in the barn, and so I figured maybe
there's something left of it,

you know, that I can put together.

Well, I got one, I don't think
you'll thing much of it though.

I'm sure I'll never know
how I got to a time and place

no one else in the world remembers.

I only know it started on a Sunday morning
in an old barn off the country road.

My name is Frank Cantrell.

When it happened I was a senior
at Pointe College

in Hylesburg, Illinois, my hometown.

Oh my God.

It's a Jordan, all right,
and a Playboy.

A Jordan Playboy, I can't believe it.

How long is it been here?

Happened in '26 as I recall.

What happened?

This dude was racing a train
out on the country road

and he tried to beat it to the grade crossing,
and he didn't make it.

The engine hit the rear wheel
there and flipped her over

killed both him and his girl.

Young folks too.

Not really older than you are.

How much?

E-h,

I'll let you have it for $100.00.

Mister, you got a deal.

It's none of my business, but...
what do you want it for?

I'm gonna restore it.

Go on.

Make it run again?

More than that I'm going to put it back
just the way it was in 1926.

Well, she's all yours now.

And so she was, all mine

Right real wheel and spare

hopeless wads of wire
spokes and twisted rims

the body caved in and the motor a mess

I didn't mind it a bit

I traded a Winton name plate and
hubcaps plus the sacks and hood

to a man in Fairfield, Connecticut
for two Playboy wheels

and they arrived rusty

some of the spokes broken and loose

but just what I needed

And I restored that car
sanded off every scrap of paint

took out every dent and bump
welded every tear

and burnished ever weld

It took a long time
but at last it was done: repainted

Every nickel plated part restored
re-nickled and repaced

The seats reupholstered

Everything complete to the final
missing part

a Jordan radiator cap

which i traded a Duesenberg floor mat

Just for the fun of it I decided to put
the old licence plates back on

and even had the original ignition key
in its old leather case

at least, I thought it was just
for the fun of it

Frank, you'll get a ticket
using those old plates.

Oh, I'll be okay just this once, mom.

I'm only going to Creswell
along the old country road.

The old country road?
But why go that way?

You can get there, to Creswell
on the highway in less than 10 minutes.

I can't go that way, mom.

Why not?

Llsten, look at this car, it's exactly
the way it was in 1926.

I can't drive it on
a four-lane highway.

Heck, back then this car was new
that old road road was the highway.

I bet it was driven there many a time.

Anyway, that's where it has to be,
and that's I'm going to take it tonight.

It was grand to drive along that
old road with the top down

the summer air streaming over my face
and through my hair

the air alive with the heavy
fragrances of summer darkness

I wasn't even thinking
just living and enjoying

I don't know when it happened exactly

but the first evidence came

when I saw those headlights
moving toward me

Holy mackerel, a Moon.

A Moon Roadster.

Woo.

A Hayne Speedster?

Get a horse

I've read about time with a capital T

but can't say I ever really knew what it meant

However, that night as I left
the old country road

and drove into Creswell

I thought maybe I was beginning to understand

I remembered what someone had once said

I think it was Einstein or somebody like that

He compared time to a winding river

with all of us in a boat drifting
alone between two high banks

And we can't see the future
just beyond the next curve

or the past beyond the curves in back of us

but it's all still there
as real as the moment around us

to which I now add my own theory

That you can't drive into the past
in modern car

because there were no modern cars then

And you can't drive in 1926
along a four-lane superhighway

But my car and I, the way
I felt about it anyway

were literally rejected that
night by our own time

Moving along that old road
for the summer evening

simply drifted into the time
my Jordan belonged to

Hey, that's my car

Hey

Hey, just what do you think you're doing?
That's my car

Taking it on a stretch, you jerk.

What?

Hey, wait a minute

Take it easy

What for?

Of course, it was Vince driving
like a fool, as usual.

It's a good thing
you weren't hit, young man.

That Vincent is the wildest
driver in the whole county.

One of these days he's going to kill
himself and that girlfriend of his.

I wouldn't wonder.
Was that your car he took?

Because it sure looked like his.

No, it was mine.

I just parked it here a few minutes ago,

then I heard the people
coming out of the theater,

and then he's...

Yes?

Maybe he'll bring it back.

Why don't you go down to the
station house and report it?

Use our name if you like.

We saw the whole thing.

No, it's all right, I'm...
sure he'll bring it back.

Thank you for your help.

I'm afraid we didn't give you much.

You change your mind though and decided
to report it our name is Dorset.

- Mr. Dorset.
- Thank you.

Good night, young man.

Good night.

My grandmother used to live in Creswell

was a boy I used to visit her
and play with the boy next door

when he visited his grandparents

Their name was Dorset

knew these peaople
but they didn't know me

Of course, how could they have?

They wouldn't even meet me
for another 40 years

No, I would be 12 years then
and they would be in their 80s

There was nothing I could do
about the theft of my car

Report it to the police
try to explain to them who I was and where they coud reach me

show them my driver's licence
with the date on it?

Somehow I knew my car
wasn't coming back

so all I could do was walk

and wonder what I was going to do now

here in Creswell
on a summer night in 1926

30 years before I was born

I knew that I shouldn't have gone there

but I couldn't help myself

If I went up on that porch and rang the bell
a man or a woman would answer it

and maybe a 9-year-old boy sleepig upstairs

would call down to ask who it was

A 9-year-old boy, who one day
was to become my father

But I couldn't go up on that porch
and ring that bell

I knew that

I was here by sufferance or accident

I drifted into this time
but had no right to intrude on it

Id spent the night in Creswell
a visitor from another time

And just as mysteriously
and unnoticeably as I had drifted there

was back again
back, where I belonged

met Helen McCauley when school
started up in September

She was i my economics class

What's that?

A sophomore, I learned, though
I didn't remember seeing her around before

which, in a way
is the point of my story

- Hey
- Hi. - Hi, grandma.

Have a good swim?

Oh, beautiful.

You ready for a bite to eat?

Oh, we sure are.

I'm famished.

Well, you just dig right in.
There's plenty for everybody.

Oh, don't worry, he will.

- Honey, will you go get those
other sandwiches up there?
- Sure.

Say, Frank, Ellen tells me you're interested
in old cars.

Yeah, I restore them.

Oh, you got anything good
going for you right now?

Yeah, I'm working an old Duesenberg.

Oh, that sure is it good old car.

Yeah, it is, but it will never replace
the one that was stolen.

Stolen? When was that?

It'll be six months ago now.

Maybe 50 years.

What?

Nothing.

What kind was it?

Probably never heard of it.
It was an old Jordan Playboy.

Never heard of it?

Kid, I've got one.

No.

Surprise.

And you thought I just brought
you over so they could look at you.

Wait, you've got the a Jordan Playboy?
It's not just ordinary Jordan.

Come on. It's in the garage,
I'll show you.

I don't say it's in running condition.
Far from it.

But it's a Jordan and a Playboy,
and I've had it since I was 20 years old.

Beautiful.

Oh, Lord, that's a beautiful automobile.

Yes, it is.

It surely is,
and I'm glad you think so.

You know, not many young people
would appreciate it.

You know, there's an ols ad, one of the
famous ads for the Jordan Playboy,

an the headline reads
"Somewhere West of Laramie

and it goes on to speak of,
"this brawny, graceful thing

"That revels with the wandering wind

"And roars like a Caproni biplane
"And roars like a Caproni biplane

Say, listen, Frank, do you think you could get
this thing running?

Oh, for sure.
I restored mine completely.

Well, then, I want you to have it

It's all yours.

Oh no, I can't. It's priceless.

On no, no, no, no.

Now listen to me.

If you can get this car running
and looking good again,

all I want is the joy of driving it
just one more time.

Mr. McCauley, what's the
original paint job on this?

Oh, it used to be
a beautiful forest green.

I'm sorry, I was a...

I just picturing you driving it
around when the Jordan was new.

A car like this must be quite a temptation
to open her up now and then.

Now and then?

All the time.

Oh, if my parents had only known.

Do you know that he almost
got us killed one night

just before we were married?

How?

Foollishness.

Just plain foolishness.

We were racing the train

We were racing?

It was the thing to do in those days.

I don't remember being asked.

We almost beat it too.

We were actually a head of it. We were actually
ahead of it, and then we came to grade crossing.

No gates, just the crossroad
going right across the tracks.

And I started to turn
and in that last instant

in the very last fraction of a second
I knew we couldn't make it. We were just too late.

So, I didn't turn and we tore
around the road beside that train.

The engineer leaning out of his cab,
shaking his fist and cussing us out for all he was worth.

Where did that happen?

Just outside the town
coming home from Creswell.

Listen... did something delay you that night?

I mean, just a few seconds, just long enough
so that you knew you couldn't try
and cross in front of that train?

I don't know.

Like what?

Like someone running out in front
of your car and doing like this.

No, Frank, I'm afraid not.

Why?

Oh, I just kind of figured
that's the way it happened.

It's not important.

You know, I don't even remember why we were
in Creswell that night.

There was no question now
The licence plates were identical

These are the Jordan's old plates?

Yeah, that first ones
that she ever had.

If you'd been killed that night
Helen wouldn't be here.

Frank, we gotta get going.

Huh?

We've got to get going, we're late.

Oh, Okay.

I'll get her running for you,
Mr. McCauley

and fix her up just the way she was.

Give her a second chance, eh?

Or a third.

don't believe that the Jordan Playboy
is anything more than metal

glass rubber and paint formed into machine

And yet, I can't stop myself from feeling

that when that old Jordan
was restored by me

given a second chance, as it were

it went back to the time and place

that would give Vince McCauley
and his girl a second chance too

Because someone on the July evening in 1926

had dashed in front of their car
delaying them for two or three seconds

had intruded on that time
just long enough for Vince McCauley

to change his mind about trying
to cross in front of that train

lived to marry the girl beside him

and eventually have a granddaughter named Helen

the girl I was one day going to marry

And just like her grandparents
did almost 50 years before

we'd leave on our honeymoon
in the very same car

this brawny graceful thing which
revels along with the wandering wind

and roars like a Caproni biplane

My beautiful Jordan Playboy

Peter... Peter.

It's all right. It's all right.

Karel, please go back to work.

Don't speak now.

Shh. Shh.

It's just a little...

- It bit my throat.
- It's nothing.

No, God.

Listen to me.

- I'm going to die.
- Listen to me.

- I'm going to die
- We will not give in to superstitions

I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

- I'm going to die.
- Alexis Alexis

Whoa.

Cook, inside.

You, on your way

Put it on the desk, Karel.

It will do its work, Dr. Gheria.

For my wife, yes.

Sir?

It will reassure her.

That is all I can expect of it.

Sir, you do not believe
that it will stop it?

I do not believe there is
anything to stop

apart from a venomous insect
or a rodent.

Sir, we searched madam's room.

That will be all, Karel.

Yes, sir.

Sir?

Marie and Cook wish to be discharged.

I've dissuaded them 'til now, but
I don't know how long it'll last.

Oh, Karel?

Yes, sir?

Inform the servants that if they do not stop telling
the townspeople what has occured here

they will not have to seek discharge.

They will be freely granted it.

Yes, sir.

Oh.

Peter!

Michael.

Michael.

Professor.

I knew you would come.

I can't tell you
how pleased I am to see you.

Oh, what's wrong?

Your letter only said
that Alexis was not well.

Let us talk in the study.

I imagine you were surprised
to see me answering the door.

Well, I did wonder where Karel was.

He's sleeping, poor fellow.

He's been doing the work of four.
All the other servants have left.

Why?

Sit down.

Did you notice how empty
the streets were?

Yes, I did.

Where are all the people?

Huddling, terror-stricken
in their houses, I expect.

I don't understand.

Did you see all what is hanging
on the windows and the doors?

Michael, I'm on the brink of madness.

Alexis is being destroyed by a vampire.

What?

Each day she sinks deeper.

I can't deal with it.

I simply can't deal with it.

Professor, sit...
sit down, please.

You've been attacked as well?

Michael, I just don't know
what to do anymore.

I've had every inch
of countryside searched,

graveyards ransacked,

crypts inspected. Nothing.

Yet there is something...

something which is
draining us of life.

I can't see it.

I can't hear it.

I can't do anything.

How can I save her?

God, how long has she been like this?

Days and days.

Retrogression has been constant.

Michael?

Yes?

You'll be fine.

Just fine.

I don't understand why you
didn't call me sooner, professor.

But never mind.

She'll be all right now.

Tonight we'll watch together.

This will help to keep us awake.

Thank you.

Professor, why don't you try to get
some sleep?

I will watch for a while.

It would do no good.

That's good.

I can scarcely taste it with
that stench of garlic in the air.

Yes, my flesh reeks of it.

I do not know what will
happen to this town until...

this creature is
discovered and destroyed.

The people are paralyzed with fear.

I just wonder... has it been
anywhere else in the village.

It does not need to go
anywhere else.

It can find everything that
it craves within these walls.

Now, when Alexis and I are dead
and it will go elsewhere,

the people know that.
They're waiting.

What about Karel?

Have you ever considered...

No, no. He's as terrified
as we are.

He puts a cross around his neck.

He seals the windows
and the door of his...

...of his room with garlic.

Indeed, he has even... put one
of these monsters to rest himself.

No, Karel will not endanger us.

I've...

It seems impossible that
men of science like us...

How could science affect this horror?

Science does not even believe
in its existence.

If I was to get the topmost men of
science into this room they would say,

"My friend, you are deluded...
There is no such thing...

. as a Vampire

Michael?

Michael?

Karel? Karel?

Karel?

Karel, It's come again.

Oh, dear Lord.
Karel, it's... it's possible?

We searched the graveyards, the cryprs.

Is it possible it's still in this house,

in the attic,

in the cellars?

I don't know, sir.
I never thought of that sir.

Look Karel search

It's our last chance.

One more night she'll be gone!

I'll look in here.

Doctor

Sleep well, my dear.

Your nightmare has ended

or will it just begin
when you learn
that your lover is dead?

Hello?

Alma?

Oh, hi

How you doing?

I'm fine. Did you just get in?

Yeah, a couple minutes ago

Oh, how was the flight?

It was okay

Good.

Alma, what's wrong?

Well, nothing is wrong. Nothing.
I'm just... I'm little tired.

You didn't call your mother, did you?

No.

Alma

Please stop worrying about me.

That's a good one

How am I supposed
to do that after what we've been through?

You mean since Bobby died?

You know, I'll never understand you

What is there to understand?

I mean, you know, for the last two months

if I so much as even hinted
about he was gone, I mean

you were
just geting all over me.

just wasn't ready to accept that then.

I never should have taken this trip

Just stop worrying about me.

Not as long as you continue to keep
seeing those phony psychics and spiritualists

Do you understand?

There won't be any need
for that anymore.

Alma, call your mother, please

If you don't, I will

All right.

Now you promise me that you'll do it?

Yes.

John, yes.

Okay, I'll call you tonight

I command thee, Eurynomos,
to do whatever I desire.

For thou art conjured by the name of
the everlasting and living and true God, Paleoram.

Come fulfill my desire and persistent
to the end in accordance with my will.

I conjure thee by him
to whom all creacures are obedient,

but the ineffable name Taragramitan

by which name the elements are overthrown,
the air is shaken, the sea is turned black,

fire is quenched,

the earth shudders
and all of the host of things in heaven,

of things in earth, of things in hell
do tremble and are not confounded.

Eurynomos, Prince of Death,

return my son
who drowned by accident.

command thee Return him to me now

Return my son to me

My son who drowned...

by accident!

command thee

Hello?

Is someone there?

Who is there, please?

Mommy..

Mommy, it s me

Mommy...?

Bobby?

Mommy?

It's you. It's really you.

You're alive.

Mommy... please, I'm so cold.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Sure.

Bobby.

Bobby

Bobby.

Bobby,

my love, I was so desolate without you, dear.

How desolate I was.
Bobby, I couldn't live without you.

Mommy, it's okay.

- Stop crying.
- Bobby...

It's okay. I'm back.

But how? How?

Bobby, how?

Where? Where were you?

What happened to you?

Tell me.

I... woke up and... remembered who I was
and left their house.

I walked mile...
miles and miles in the rain.

Whose house? What house? Where?

What house?

The name was Green or Breen.

I don't remember.

Please, mommy, it's so cold.

It is cold.
Just a minute.

God, it is cold.

Come on, I'll get those
wet things off of you.

I'm going to take care of you
my Bobby.

Bobby's home.

I kept your room just the way
you left it.

I never touched it.

Come on, it's right down here.

There.

Now, let's get the wet
sweatshirt off of you.

Okay. Now tell mommy, darling,
exactly what happened.

Well... I remember water...
cold water...

and I couldn't breathe.

There were these people.

They found my lying on the sand,
and... and they picked me up.

On the beach?

Yeah.

I knew you didn't drown.
I knew it.

I knew it all along.

For the longest time, Bobby,
I thought you were dead.

Dead?

Bobby you're alive.

You're alive.

You're really alive. By baby is alive.

Oh, you're so alive, Bobby.

You're alive, you're alive...

I'm so hungry.

We're gonna give my Bobby
anything Bobby wants.

I'm just glad that he's home.

In the morning we'll take you
to Dr. Croswell, okay?

Why?

Oh, to be sure you're all right.

Tell me about those people. You said
the name was Green or Breen or something?

I think so.

I'm gonna telephone them right away in the morning
and find out Why they didn't call the police.

Oh, but they did, mom.

No, they didn't
or the police would have phone us.

Us?

Your father and I.

Where is he?

He's on a business trip.

can't wait for him to the telephone. Oh boy.

He's not gonna believe me.

Okay, Bobby, now what
would you like to eat?

I don't know.

Oh, come on. Some soup?
Or cocoa?

I know.

One of those sandwiches you love.

Oh, that is a good idea.

If I told your father about you
eating tune fish at this hour...

Mommy?

What, darling?

How many doors in the house?

What?

How many doors in the house?

Well, that's a funny question.

I don't know. I think you'd know
as well as I do.
There's the front door, right?

Then the garage door
and the family room door.

That makes three.

- Darling, are you sure that your...
- You said that I was a good boy, mummy?

Of course you were a good boy.

And did you love me?

Did I love you?

- I do love you, darling,
from the bottom of my heart.
- And were you nice to me, mommy?

Why are you asking me these questions?

Were you nice to me, mommy?

Yes, of course I was.

Why was I in the water? Why did those
people find me on the beach?

I don't know.

I guess, you were playing on those rocks.

Was I allowed to do that, mommy?

No, I told you not to.

You told me never to play
on the rocks?

Eat your sandwich, darling.

I don't want it.

- You said you were hungry and is the...
- I don't want it!

Okay.

You make a suggestion and then
I'll make you whatever you'd like.

I want to play a game.

A game?

Hide and seek.

You're tired.

Why don't we get some sleep
and then in the morning

I'll wake up and we'll play
every game you like, all right?

I want to play a game now!

Bobby!

Mom mommy You have to find me

Bobby, it's time to bed. I want you
in your room right now.

Bobby, where are you?

This is no time for games.

You're cold, mommy

Bobby?

Bobby, stop this

I want you to come right back here

Bobby, please, don't do this to mommy

Bobby, for the last time.

My God.

Bobby, what are you doing?

Aren't you glad the lights
are out now, mommy?

Does that make the game more fun?

You're going to hurt yourself in the dark.

Let's play hide and seek now, mommy.

All right, this is it.

The game's over. No more game playing.

Oh, yes, there will be, mommy.

Bobby, stop this

That's the way you used to
talk to me, isn't it, mommy?

Please, you're frightening me.
You could of

You could have hurt me before inside.
Don't you realize that?

Oh oh

You almost killed me

Mommy
you couldn't find me

Help me Help me

Alma?

Alma Alma what?

John? John?

Oh my god, what's wrong?

Alma, what is it?

God John he's back

Bobby's back.

Bobby s dead Alma

No, no, no, he didn't drown.

Some people found him down the beach.

What are you talking about?

- He is alive
- Alma, please

No, he is alive. Some people found him.

What are you trying to tell me?

He didn't remember who he was
until tonight.

Until tonight?

Listen, John...

What is it?

There's something

What is it, Alma?

I think...
I think he's losing his mind.

I don't even recognize him.
I don't know...

Do you know...
Do you know what he just did?

Do you know that planter at the top of the stairs?

At the top of the stairs?

He just pushed that down on me.

Pushed it down?
Pushed it down on me

He just he's he now is running
around upstairs in the dark

In the dark?

He insists on plaing some game.

Insist on plaing some game?

Why are you repeating everything I say?

Repeating everything you say?

Oh, I fooled you, didn't I?

Oh, you're not very good at
hide and seek, are you, mommy?

So let's switch places now
and I'll find you

Okay mommy I'm starting to count

Ten nine eight seven six

five four three two, one

Ready or not, here I come

Better hide, mommy
I'm almost there

Is this where you are mommy?

Are you hiding in the kitchen?

Am I hot or cold?

Oh Look what I found

a big sharp knife

But where is mommy?

I know maybe she's in the closet.

Yes that would be a good place

A closet is a good place to hide.

Isn't it mommy?

Isn't it?

Wait, I think I hear you upstairs.

Ha You fooled me mommy

You made me think you were downstairs
when you were upstairs all the time

Well here I come ready or not.

Oh

Bobby knows you're in here, mommy

He's going to find you.

You shouldn't have hidden
like that mommy.

Bobby didn't like that

so Bobby is gonna punish you.

Oh, what is this?

Just what I need.

Bobby is gonna get you

Bobby's gonna get you mommy.

I'm coming to get you, mommy

Fooled ya

Gotta get out of here.

Gotta get out of here.

No, it's not.

Surprise

You lied mommy

Bobby didn't drown by accident.

You knew that.

Bobby drowned himself

to get away from you.

You see, Bobby didn't
want to come back, mommy.

No, Bobby hates you, mommy,
so he sent me instead.