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THE HORRIBLE DR. HICHCOCK

You won't feel anything. It'll
be just as if you were asleep.

Anesthetic, please.

This new anesthetic
slows down the heartbeat.

We must operate before the
heart rate goes back to normal.

Scalpel.

We have guests at home, and my
wife would never forgive me if I was late.

- Professor?
- Yes?

Excuse me. Inspector Scott is
here. He would like to talk to you.

Let him in.

How are you, Inspector?

Do you think that poor
fellow will make it, Inspector?

It was a nasty wound,
I did everything I could.

All we can do is
hope for the best.

- Thank you, Professor.
- Good night, Inspector.

You should feel relieved
now that the professor...

... said he did everything
he could to save him.

Your father will get
better, you'll see.

- Good evening, Professor.
- Good evening.

- Martha?
- Yes, sir?

Please tell my wife that I am very
tired and that I went to my room.

Everything's ready
upstairs, Professor.

Thank you, Martha.

My apologies,
but I feel a bit tired.

- Oh no, we must apologize.
- Goodbye.

We have abused your kindness.

- See you soon, dear.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- See you.

- See you soon.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Madam.
- I'll see you soon.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye to you.

Thank you, Doctor,
you're a miracle worker!

No. It is only science
your father must thank.

It is a great
triumph, Professor.

Perhaps it's not a miracle,
but it certainly looks like one.

The human body is
rather jealous of its secrets.

People wasted so much
time trying to study the soul.

Alas, the material element of our
beings is still an unknown universe.

Had you not slowed
down the heartbeat,

the patient would not have survived a
surgical procedure so close to the heart.

I'm not sure about that.

Evidently, my new anesthetic slows
down the general dynamics of the organism.

Professor, the patient
is in the operating room.

Good!

Margaretha!

Margaretha!

Margaretha! No...

But what...

No!

- Bring those downstairs.
- Very well.

- Your coach is waiting.
- Thank you, Martha.

Is it your final
decision, Professor?

Yes, Martha, I've
made up my mind.

I already gave my
resignation at the clinic.

Everything here reminds
me of Margaretha.

Everything.

I trust you'll take care
of the house, Martha.

Of course.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

By the way, please
take care of the cat.

Jezebel? Don't worry.

Goodbye.

I hope you will be
happy in my home.

I will be happy anywhere
if we are together, dear.

We should be there.

I want you to deliver the rest of
our baggage tomorrow morning.

- Here.
- Thank you, sir.

Come, dear.

What a tyrant nature is.

She only needed a few years to give the
garden such a wild-looking appearance.

Look.

There's a light in that window.

- Who could it be?
- Probably Martha, my housekeeper.

- A lightning storm!
- Let's go inside, quick.

Just a moment, dear.

I'll make some light.

Martha?

Martha?

My, what a storm!

Is that her portrait?

Yes, it's her.

Come, dear. Sit down now.

Wait for me, I'll
go find Martha.

- Martha?
- Please, don't leave me alone here!

Don't worry, Cynthia.

- That's Jezebel.
- He scared the wits out of me.

Jezebel! Here, Jezebel! Come on!

I guess he's
become a little feral!

Good evening, Martha.

Welcome back, Professor.

This is my wife Cynthia.

Cynthia, please meet
Martha, our housekeeper.

- Nice to meet you.
- I apologize for the chaos.

I only had enough time to
tidy up the rooms upstairs.

- I prepared some food.
- Thank you.

- You must be hungry, dear.
- No, I'm just tired.

Then, with your permission, I
will escort the lady to her room.

What was that?

It's nothing, Madam,
just my sister.

I kept her here
for all these years.

I'm going to take her back
to the hospital tomorrow.

She's mentally ill.

Very well.

Let's go upstairs,
dear, come on.

Why did Martha give
me such an odd look?

Martha might seem odd,
but she is actually very kind.

Come on, dear.

This is your room.

It'll look more cheerful when the
gas lighting appliance will be fixed.

It's quite beautiful.

Was this her room?

Yes.

Forgive me, but this house
gives me a weird feeling.

I feel like a stranger, as if
everything were hostile to me.

Even the cat.

You are just a little tired.

Tomorrow you'll see
things in a different light.

Yes, of course.

Martha is going to bring you
your suitcase.

If you need anything,
the bell is next to the bed.

- Thank you.
- Good night, my love.

Good night.

Bernard, is that you?

- Good morning, my dear.
- Good morning.

Let's sit.

Is something wrong, Cynthia?

I didn't sleep well.

What happened?

Didn't you hear
anything last night?

No, nothing.

Someone tried to get
into my room after you left.

That's absurd, dear.

I can't imagine who
could have done it.

I don't know, I heard some footsteps
and saw the doorknob turning.

Cynthia, you were very tired last night.
Perhaps it was just your imagination.

No, I am sure there was
someone outside my room.

That's nonsense, Cynthia.

My room is next to yours,
and I didn't hear a peep.

Forgive my reaction, dear,
but going back to my old clinic...

... after all these years
has made me nervous.

What is it?

A male nurse from the clinic, a certain
Franz, would like to talk to you urgently.

Excuse me, dear.

I must go to the hospital at
once, dear, I will see you later.

We're invited to the opera
tonight, I couldn't say no.

- I will pick you up at eight o'clock.
- Yes.

Your room is upstairs.

Why is this door locked?

It's always been locked.

- A magnificent show.
- Oh, truly.

- A truly splendid performance, really.
- Very much indeed.

In my opinion, they really
emphasized the romanticism of the plot.

Yes, a superb interpretation,
no doubts about it.

- Don't you agree?
- A huge performance, don't you think?

Huge, on par with
the size of the soprano!

Professor, an urgent call
for you from the clinic.

An urgent call from the clinic, I
hope you'll forgive me but I must go.

- Would you take her home and then join me?
- Of course, Professor.

- See you later, dear.
- See you later.

After you.

I was in Vienna when I found out that
your husband had decided to return here.

I immediately
requested a transfer.

His experiments have
always interested me.

So I guess you also find medical
science as charming as a beautiful woman.

In Vienna I studied with Professor
Freud, a doctor of great intellect.

Have you ever heard of him?

No.

I used to admire Professor
Bernard, but now I envy him.

Thank you.

- I hope I didn't bore you.
- No, Doctor. Quite the opposite.

Would you allow me
to escort you inside?

No, thanks, you'd better not.

My husband is waiting for
you at the clinic, remember?

Good night.

Good night.

Death will take
you in your sleep!

In your sleep!

A sleep as deep as death!

A sleep as eternal as death!

Just like death!

Just like death!

Death!

Ah, it's you.

- Martha...
- I heard a noise and came to investigate.

Please, light the way to the house.

Let's go.

You may go now.

- Could you take the cat with you?
- Very well.

Martha, how long will
your sister be staying here?

My sister?

I took her to an
out-of-town clinic last night.

He's gotten old.

He's not the same as
he was, he let her die.

Why didn't you use your
anesthetic? It could have saved her.

No. I won't use that
anesthetic ever again.

It hasn't been perfected yet.

It could be fatal.

Good night.

Do you need anything, Professor?

I know I'm not wrong, Bernard.

I'm completely sure
of it, I'm telling you.

I only saw her for one second,

but the fear I felt is
permanently carved in my mind.

This is totally ridiculous.

My dear, you haven't been
feeling well ever since we met.

The shock caused by your father's
death has rattled your nervous system.

And since you left the clinic
you haven't recovered completely.

I know it sounds absurd, but I really
did see her, you must believe me!

I almost died of fright.

I waited for you all night long,
but I didn't hear you come back.

I came home very late.

Bernard, all these portraits of
her, even here in your own room...

I know you adored her, dear.

But please, try to understand.

Wherever I go, I feel that her eyes are
following me and spying on my moves.

Don't think about it.

I must go.

Please, Cynthia, remember
that when I am not home...

... I don't want anyone
to enter this room.

I will see you at dinner.

- Good morning, Madam.
- Good morning.

To what do we owe your visit?

I must talk to your husband.

- He is not home, is it an urgent matter?
- No, nothing urgent.

- Please, have a seat.
- Thanks.

Do you like it here in London?

Is something wrong?

Doctor, do you
believe in ghosts?

Of course not.

Neither did I, until yesterday.

Since I moved into this house I live in
terror, and I started believing in ghosts.

Last night, with my own eyes, I saw
a dress hemline and a pair of boots.

What do you mean?
It's impossible.

It must have been
a hallucination.

I know you won't believe
me, but I'm telling the truth.

Kurt, do you find my
husband to be a little peculiar?

Well, no more than
any other man of genius.

- Why do you ask?
- Nothing, just a silly idea I had.

- Would you like something to drink?
- No, thank you.

I must go back to the clinic.

By the way, Cynthia, you can count
on me if you ever need anything.

Thank you, Kurt.

Goodbye.

I think I must go
back to the clinic.

Do you really have to go, dear?

Yes, I have some patients in critical
condition, I must see them before tonight.

You have changed so much.

I feel like I don't mean anything
to you anymore, Bernard.

Perhaps it was a mistake
bringing me here.

Nonsense, my dear.
I'm just a little nervous.

My hands are not as
capable as they used to be.

Don't come back late, I'm
afraid to stay here alone.

Would you like me to ask Martha
to spend the night with you?

No, no, not Martha.
I'd rather be alone.

Very well, dear, as you wish.

Come back soon,
I'll be waiting for you.

Then I'll bid you good
night when I get back.

Professor Bernard!

What is it, Dr. Lowe?

Nothing.

I'm on duty tonight.

I heard some noises, but
I had no idea it was you.

I just meant to check
the blood coagulation.

I'd have helped you
if you'd called me.

I did not know you
were working tonight.

It's not a pressing
matter, anyway.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I came to bid you goodnight.

Where have you been?

Martha didn't tell us the truth
about her sister leaving the house.

- She’s still here.
- Did you see her?

Yes, I went down to the garden
and I saw her through the window,

but she had her back to me.

That's strange.

There's something else, Bernard.

Where does that door lead to?

- Which door?
- The one over there, with the big mirror.

It's my old laboratory,
I'd like it to remain locked.

Bernard...

Something has changed
since we came here.

Why don't we leave
this place tomorrow?

I left this house once already
and I am still regretting it.

Don't you ever
ask me that again.

Good night.

Margaretha!

Margaretha!

Margaretha!

Cynthia...

Cynthia!

No!

She must have fainted!

Help me, quick!

Keep treating the patient
with the same cure.

Did you hurt
yourself, Professor?

My cat Jezebel did it.

Professor?

Yes, Franz?

Professor, the
operating room is ready.

Very well. Have the
patient brought in.

Prepare the plasma for the
transfusion and get the anesthetic ready.

I'll be down shortly.

Is something wrong, Professor?

You must have already
understood why I'm worried.

- My wife.
- Your wife?

Yes.

When I met her she was
being treated for severe shock.

I fell in love with
her on the spot,

and I tried to persuade myself
that she was completely cured.

She seemed to me a
fairly well adjusted woman.

A little impressionable,
perhaps.

Now she's obsessed with
the idea that I don't love her.

She thinks I am still in
love with my first wife,

and that Margaretha's
ghost is haunting her.

It's your fault, Professor.

- My fault?
- Yes.

Your wife feels like a
stranger in that house.

You wanted everything
to remain exactly as it was,

and that makes her think
you're still in love your first wife.

Cynthia sees her as if
she was a living rival,

and her subconscious
materializes her doubts.

That is absurd.

What's wrong with taking
Cynthia to that house?

I see it as a place
filled with memories,

and I assure you not all
of them are that pleasant.

Alas, I can't run away forever.

Maybe moving to a different
house would do the trick.

Perhaps.

How are you, dear?

How are you feeling?

Where am I?

What happened to me?

Nothing, my dear.

You just haven't been
feeling well in the last few days.

You even fainted last night.

You were in a pitiful state, look.

No, it's impossible.

As I predicted, your
nerves are failing again.

In any case, you
should not worry.

It will be over soon.

Here, my dear, drink
this. It will make you sleep.

Yes, good girl.

Now you are going
to sleep soundly.

Yes, I feel sleepy
already. So very sleepy.

Martha, do not disturb
my wife. She's asleep.

By the way, I think it would be better
for you to leave the house for a few days.

I'm sure you understand.

You can come back
to work next week.

As you wish, Professor.

I'd like to add that I will never forget
everything you did for me and my poor wife.

Professor?

- Professor?
- Huh? Oh.

- Professor?
- Yes?

- Franz is here.
- Ah.

Franz!

Did you find my bag
of surgical instruments?

There was nobody home.

There was nobody...

- Are you sure?
- Nobody was there.

I rang the bell and then circled
the house from the outside.

I called, but nobody answered.

If I may, Professor, maybe
your wife went out for a walk.

She never leaves
the house by herself.

I must run home and
see if something's wrong.

You understand, don't you?

Please, take my place.

Cynthia...

He looked away for an instant and I
poured the milk into the flower vase.

Calm down, Cynthia.
If your husband...

You're not really
thinking that...

I don't know what to think, Kurt, and
you're the only person who can help me.

- Only you, do you understand?
- Yes, Cynthia.

The other night I woke
up in a ghastly place.

Bernard was there, looking at
me with the eyes of a monster.

Suddenly I felt his hands on my throat,
the grip getting stronger and stronger!

I can't remember anything
after that. I must have fainted.

- And then?
- Nothing.

When I woke up this morning,
Bernard was there looking at me.

He went to get
that glass of milk.

I pretended to drink
it and fall asleep.

I will have it analyzed.

But if it ends up
being nothing but milk,

will you be convinced of how
absurd your suspicions are?

Try to stay calm
for the time being.

These hallucinations
will gradually fade away.

Yes, I know how
real they seem to you.

Cynthia.

I was worried for you.
What are you doing here?

Your wife came looking
for you, Professor.

I thought it best
to keep her here.

Thank you.

I think we'd better
go home, dear.

Let's go, Cynthia.

Where's Martha?

I let her go.

- Did you fire her?
- Yes.

I didn't think you'd feel sorry, I actually
believed it would make you happy.

There is enough toxic
concentration in this to kill a horse.

Are you sure?

I ran three different tests and
they all gave the same result.

Maybe that milk was meant
to put someone to sleep,

but it surely would have
turned into an eternal sleep.

But then, Cynthia...

God, don't let it be too late!

No, you will not escape!

I will bury you alive!

Just like I was buried
alive twelve years ago!

You tried to steal Bernard
from me, and now you will die!

You will die!

Buried alive!

You will die!

It's no use running!

You will die!

Help!

Margaretha...

Everything will be
like it used to be.

Help!

I will restore your beauty
with her young blood.

Yes, kill her! Kill her!

In her you were only
seeing me! Only me!

Bernard! No, no, no!

No!

No!

Stop!

Cynthia!

- Cynthia...
- Thank you, Kurt, thank you.

I owe you my life.

You're safe now, Cynthia.

The past is burning, and
the nightmare is finally over.

THE END