All language subtitles for The Haunted Airman

Starting the bombing run now.

Basement 12.
All yours, bombardier.

Left, right.

Steady.

Left, steady, steady.

Steady!

Get us out of here, Juggler.

Don't worry, you'll be home for breakfast.

Bacon and eggs.

Stay alert.

Eyes peeled, everyone.

Juggler!

Juggler!

Get on this!

It's his back.

As I can feel the atmosphere,

here is the end of the world,

where the living dance with the dead.

Welcome to Lanfordack.

I'm Sister Grant.

Flight Lieutenant Toby Jugg.

Of course.

Mrs. Jugg?

Not in the Biblical sense.

Sorry?

She's my aunt.

Sister Grant knows perfectly well who I am.

I think that's a hint, Mrs. Jugg.

We do have electric light.

Lanfordack has its own generator.

But it's switched off at 7:00
each evening to save fuel.

All the torches were
commandeered during the Blitz,

so most of us now rely
on candles and paraffin lamp

and things like that.

People find they get used
to the dark pretty fast.

Initially, accidents and things
like that are to be expected.

That is why your mattress is protected.

So, no harm done, eh?

Nothing to worry about.

Not at all.

It's quiet here, isn't it?

It's almost as if there's no war going on.

One of the benefits
of being four miles away

from the nearest telephone.

Well, I suppose you can't
have a bunch of madmen

crossing lines with the normal people.

At Lanfordack, we don't use
terms like "mad" and "normal."

Everyone is psychotic to some degree.

That is human nature.

So says Dr. Burns.

Yes.

My new C.O.

He's been particularly keen to meet you,

the famous Toby Jugg,

Distinguished Flying Cross
and things like that.

"The Bomber Baron"?

Isn't that was the newspapers called you?

What the papers say in those rags....

It's not like that.

It's not like that at all.

I'm sure Dr. Burns will understand.

You know Mrs. Jugg, don't you?

Yes, she came down here three times.

And on each occasion,

Julia talked almost exclusively about you.

She's very fond of you.

Very impressive woman, your aunt.

Aunt only by marriage.

She's the widow of my Uncle Paul.

Yet for most of your life,
she's been your only living relative.

I might suggest, a mother figure.

I wouldn't say that.

As you wish.

How did that get here?

"l chiefly use my charm against
creatures that do people harm...

the newts, the toad, the vole, the spider.

And people call me
'The Pied Piper."'

"My dearest Julia, I'm settling in.

I have the room to myself
in the old library.

The books are all gone,

but the empty shelves all seem
to say the right thing to me,

'Fresh start.'

And I'm full of hope that soon
I will come home to you,

and we will have a future together,

not as aunt and nephew,
but as a woman and a man."

Mustn't forget between the toes.

How are you getting along
with Sister Grant?

All the chaps feel a bit left out
now that she's so full-time with you.

They're jealous.

Me and Sister Grant?

All the chaps like her.

Trust me, I won't get in their way.

That's why she feels safe with you.

You being....

Well, you know.

I flew my first stop in April, '42.

Completed my first tour in early '43.

Then I switched to low-level
strategic bombing.

Dangerous work.

That was how I bought it.

Go on.

I felt a sharp blow,

Iike somebody'd struck me hard
with a cricket bat.

Let's go back again.

You were very young when you joined up.

Why?

I just wanted to know
what I was capable of.

Life as a scientific experiment?

Just a bag of salts
and a few buckets of water.

And even when I was shot,

and I genuinely expected
I was going to die,

I had no mystical rush to the head.

And I was pleased at that.

Believers say atheism
doesn't survive the deathbed.

Well, I was happy to disappoint them.

And now?

Well, it's difficult to describe.

Cleared for takeoff.

Chocks away.

And he harks off.

"My dearest, I'm becoming
a connoisseur of silence.

I'm savoring yours.

What does its complex flavor add up to?

Even allowing for the erratic wartime post,

my proposal ought
to have received a reply by now.

But no.

Still waiting.

I hope there's nothing wrong."

Thank you.

Steven....

Juggler Jugg, the former Baron.

You smashed up German cities.

Iike a child knocking over sand castles.

Sorry, Juggler.

Not your turn today.

Peter Enfield, since you asked.

How long have you been here for?

Three months.

I was at Beacon Hill

when the whole place
was blown to smithereens.

After which, every loud bang
would shatter me completely.

A child popping a paper bag would
reduce me to a sobbing wreck.

I'm much better now.

I still hide under a table
when a door slams.

Transmit, "Mission accomplished."

Package delivered.

We've laid our eggs.

We've left our visiting card.

We've sown our cabbages.

All circuits down.

"My dearest Julia,

you know that feeling you get?

Someone is watching you,
and you look up, and they are?

Well, I feel like that all the time here.

Only, whenever I look up,
it's nothing but a shadow.

Of course, it's worse at night
because I can't sleep.

Or either I dare not sleep

because I'm having these
terrible nightmares.

No doubt, I would make
a very interesting case.

At least, I'm sure that's what
Dr. Burns would think.

Still no letter from you.

I hope all is well."

Have you had a letter from her?

You know how irregular
the post is these days.

In the meantime, I was
in the village last night,

and I took the chance to use a telephone.

So you spoke with her.

She's hopes we're both getting along.

If I can teach you to know
yourself a little better,

then perhaps you'll come to understand

rather than fear everything
you're experiencing now.

It's what Julia wants.

It's why you're here.

But you have to trust me.

You have to stay here and trust me
if you want to get back to Julia.

During the first year of the war,
I used to drive an ambulance.

I can still do the making with one hand.

Here.

Medically, this is brain damage,

the equivalent of a sharp knock
on the top of the head.

The slosh.

Cheers.

You should look into my eyes when we toast.

It's rude not to.

You know how the blind do it?

No, get your hands off me.

Are you feeling brave, Toby?

Go on.

You're looking very tired, Toby.

You are tired.

Now breathe in.

Relax and breathe out.

Close you eyes.

Feel your limbs getting heavy,

your fingers, your hands falling away,

the flesh on your arms,

the muscles falling from the bones,

your shoulders rolling back,

and the tongue rests
on the floor of your mouth.

Your eyes roll in.

And the only thing you hear is my voice.

Now sleep.

Can you hear me, Toby?

Yes.

Now open your eyes.

What is it, Toby?

What is it in the shadows?

Wake up, Toby. Wake up.

Amytal.

Hours of oblivion guaranteed.

Thank you.

I've run out of matches.

Nothing doing, Toby Jugg.

I know you smoke in bed.

But this place will burn
like a funeral pyre.

It's just to see with.
Perhaps you could leave your lamp.

A naked flame and things like that
in your condition?

There.

Now you don't need a lamp.

"My dearest Julia,

I've seen the grim things

that come and go
on the borders of the night.

I don't mind admitting it.

I've never been so frightened.

And my flesh creeps
at what they try to do to me,

to enter my body,

to possess my soul.

Why ever would they want me?

No, I must be going mad.

I wish I had somebody
to talk about this to.

How well do you know Hal Burns?

He comes on like some kind
of family friend, but....

Well, something isn't right
here at Lanfordack.

What will happen to me here?"

It's a terrible, awful thing
to have happened.

Peter told me he was
getting stronger every day.

He always tried to maintain
a gallant front.

I think that's partly why people
admired him so much.

Everyone, even Hal, is devastated.

Was there a note?

I don't think so, no.

Hal didn't explain much,
just that he blames himself.

He admits it?

He was especially close to Peter.

Now you've gone all tense.

I saw them together.

It was just before.

Chum?

Sorry, chum.

One of these days, my decapitated head

is going to be found
bleeding on a pavement.

And when asked how
I got that way, it will reply,

"Excuse me, but I seem
to have forgotten my body."

Mind like a sieve.

A postman collared me

while I was down
in the village this afternoon.

He gave me a letter for you.

Infernal blackout!

Could I borrow your light?

I've lost mine.

"How is the Juggler?

No doubt Dr. Burns fills your days.

Or you've been taken in hand
by that pretty nurse.

You never were much good at letter writing,

but it would be so lovely to hear from you.

I haven't had a whisper
since we parted."

Come out, you coward.

My dear Toby.

I must apologize.

I saw the symptoms you displayed
when you first arrived here.

And that's when I decided
to have your letters intercepted.

She writes that she's very well.

I'll send her yours tomorrow

with a note apologizing
and explaining everything.

Saying sorry, you couldn't resist
because you're a Peeping Tom?

Saying sorry,

but I needed to know
what's going on inside your head.

Because you aren't talking to me.
You were talking to her.

So you know everything.

Yes.

Julia....

Welcome back.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Not at all.

You forget, I've read your letters.

I'll see about tea.

Hal, I accept you acted
with the best intentions,

but you must admit you made it
hard for us to trust you anymore.

And if Toby can't trust you,

what use is there in him staying here?

Toby's free to leave any time,

of his own free will and with my blessing.

But you didn't, did you, Toby?

I feel safe with you here.

Well, it's unorthodox.

But if Toby believes he needs you,

then you're welcome to stay
as long as you like.

I shall write immediately and have
some of my things sent down.

I'll,

...go and fetch some paper.

It'll be a pleasure having you here.

Where have they gone?

Fore.

Toby, darling.

Are you okay?

Why don't you talk to Hal about it?

Don't be elaborate.
Don't be vague.

Be simple, which is very hard.

It was an evil night.

It was dark, and it was icily cold.

And I remember taking off and
feeling like I was just disappearing.

I was just being swallowed by the black.

The target was Cologne.

It was one of the big bombing raids

against factories and the goods yards.

But it was also at a time

that we'd catch the housewives
in their beds.

The flak was intense.
It always was over Cologne.

But it didn't bother me.

Sometimes before,

I'd have a premonition
that we were going to get it.

And usually, when I dropped the bombs...

...I felt relief.

But this time was different.

I felt the shock waves
when the bombs hit us,

and I just felt elation.

I felt intense joy

at the death and destruction
that I was delivering.

And....

I don't know how long that lasted for.

All my other feelings were so intensified

that my sense of time entirely disappeared.

It could have been less than a second,

but afterwards, I just felt empty
and painfully ashamed.

The nothingness of what I'd done.

But you were fighting
on the right side, the good side.

Well, even if I was,

what I did, what my job was,
what I was expert at,

what I did night after night
after night was....

I don't even know how to describe it.

Try.

I...

...obliterated.

I destroyed life.

At the start of your story,
you said it was an "evil" night.

It's just a turn of phrase.

So you don't reckon
that what you did was evil.

I don't know.

It doesn't mean, by the way,

that what you did was in any way inhuman.

Quite the opposite.

Evil is as ineffably human as love.

No!

You won't take me.

I don't even fear you.

These red welts....

I count one, two, three, four,
five of them.

At least.

The dead weight of your body
against the hard surface of the bath

killed the blood cells
in certain contact points.

Sores are already beginning
to develop around the dead tissue.

Is that a fact?

You know what Hal told us?
Your aunt and me?

It's precisely as they predicted
it would happen.

"By submerging himself in water,
Toby was symbolically enacting

a return to the security
of the amniotic fluid

in which we began
our career on Earth."

The bath was empty.

I told him.

I think he was disappointed.

He was trying to show off.

It was charming.

Said the doe of the lion.

I see.

No, you misunderstand me.

But then I think you always will,
won't you, Toby?

This is so bad.

You're corrupting me.

And you used to say
I was so sweet and harmless.

Aw.

I'm sure I meant it as a compliment.

It stung, all the same.

I can't feel anything down there.

But I can feel you.

Do you know why I've never been

much of a one for going out and about?

I just think most people do that
sort of thing to find their mate.

The crucial thing is just to
recognize it when it happens

and reach out and grab
your chance of happiness.

It's just that in my case
I haven't even had to leave home.

And I think that's why...

No, Toby.

Not now.

Why not?

It's nothing to be afraid of.

I've never been scared of you, T oby.

Drink up.

Cheers.

Shall I show you something?

Do you want to know how blind
people say, "Cheers"?

Wake up!

I get that way, too, chum.

Every time I dream that a bear
is eating my toes.

Here you go.

I hope you don't mind being third light.

What is it they say about superstition?

Product of an empty stomach
on an empty brain?

I flew with a rear gunner once
who believed in fate.

He nailed a horseshoe
to the lintels of his digs.

It fell on his head and cracked his skull.

Where are you going, Toby?

Just getting some fresh air.

No.

Don't be a silly boy!

Flying man who needs his wife.

It's my stuff.

Bastard!

Bastard!

Did one of those foolish boys lock you in?

They can be so very cruel.

You have to help me get out of here.

And what about your aunt?
You can't just abandon her.

She won't...
She can't listen to me.

She's been enthralled.

Yes. It is a terrible power.

Then she can't possibly understand.

These sorts of things are very difficult.

First, l....

I can't accept it.

Dr. Burns has been...

His relationship
with Mrs. Jugg is inadvisable.

I worry that the motives
guiding his concern for you

have become clouded.

It was Hal who locked me in here.

Dr. Burns did?

You have to help me.

I won't let you down.

I promise.

Don't leave me here.

Dr. Burns has a bicycle.

I can ride it down to the village
and phone the authorities.

I'll make an official report
and things like that.

You'll be out of Lanfordack in no time.

What if Hal comes back before you?

And what if he brings the shadows with him?

Shadows?

Hal Burns has confessed to me....

He told me his master
was the prince of this world.

You mean the devil?

Who else can control the shadows?

I'll be back.

I promise.

I'm sorry, Toby.

Stay away from me.

I'd never do anything to hurt you.

You keep your evil eye off me.

Toby?

Julia, save yourself!
Stay away from him!

Toby, it's very distressing

that you developed such
a distrust and dislike of me.

But I'm sure you'll understand
that as long as you remain here,

I will continue to treat your malady
in the way I think best.

Sally.

No!

No!

Good evening, Toby.

Toby?

Well, you've burnt your boats now, my boy.

Whatever you say to Julia,
she's just going to think,

"Poor Hal.
What a time he must be having."

I found this in your pocket.

I did wonder about returning it to you.

But the ideal relationship
between doctor and patient,

Iike that between father and son,
is based on trust.

Now, I trust you, Toby.

I trust you to do the right thing.

Toby?

Toby.

Hello, chum.

Pretty, isn't she?

It's lucky we don't take our mortal
injuries up over the river with us.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be
quite such a picture.

She wants you to know it's not so bad here.

What was that?

Peter?

I thought I heard something.

I'm sure I heard something.

It's a noisy old house.

It's okay.

My darling, it's okay.

It's all all right.

Hey, it's all all right.

It's okay, darling. It's okay.

Toby?

Toby!

Toby!

Toby, shh! Shh!

Toby, listen to me.

Darling, get off me.

Toby, please, darling.

Stop it.

Stop it, Toby.

Stop it!

Toby, get off me!

Get off me!

Toby, stop it!

Toby!

Stop it! Toby!

Stop it, darling!

Stop it!

Get off me!

Darling!