All language subtitles for Theatre Macabre. s01e08.The System of Dr. Tarr and Professor Fether.eng

(suspenseful music)

- How do you do?

I'm Christopher Lee.

Are you feeling weary?

Jaded, drained, tired, exhausted,
depressed, or worn out?

In need of a complete rest,
perhaps?

I know just the place.

A quiet retreat in the South of France,

where you will receive
very special attention.

Put yourself into the clutches--

err, hands of my associates,
Professor Feathers and Dr. Tarr.

I was introduced to the system
of Dr. Tarr

and Professor Feathers
by Edgar Allan Poe.

Of course, some of the guests

do have certain eccentricities,

but we all dress for dinner.

Even though one does find the
attire somewhat restricting.

One thing about the
good doctors' guests,

they're all crazy.

Uh, to get out.

(upbeat music)

(radio turns off)

(engine revs)

- I don't know how you can
put up with me.

- Don't worry about that.

(engine revs)

(tires screech)

- [Paul] There's a detour.
I wonder where the road goes?

- [Lena] You know perfectly
well where it goes.

To the asylum.

WhY d0 you pretend?

(engine revs)

- [Mr. Rossini]
Listen to me, all of you.

You, the populafle,

listen, for I bring you
wisdom and knowledge.

The time has come.

At last, the truth shall be told.

I shall spare you nothing.

- Please come down, Mr. Rossini, please?

- [Mr. Rossini]
I won't come down.

- Please?

- [Mr. Rossini]
I shall stay up.

- [First Mental Patient]
You might fall, Mr. Rossini.

- I shall not fall because

the truth will give me wings

that will support me in my distress.

What shall I tell you?

Can you not see that
bread and spinach

are too important to be
left to the imagination

of fools and charlatans.

Hope and despair unite
the poor in their misery.

Give! Give to the poor and
those who live their lives

in rubber boots and
salad sandwiches.

Have you no pity?

Have you no shame?

When shall the cucumber take
its rightful place in society?

When shall the radish hold
up its head with pride?

Mea culpa, mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa.

Sing a dirge for the
public library.

(camera clicks)
Are they not--

(engines' roars and
siren drown Mr. Rossini)

Shame, oh shame,
here they are.

Look, all of you,

the librarians of my mind.

Look at them, like orange
and surround the sugar bowl.

I shall not give in.

You are all my witnesses,
all of you, do you hear me?

The keeper mentor.

Ah, fouling the air with his filthy smoke.

Oh, look at him, I say,
but shield your eyes.

- Come on down.
I beg you, Rossini.

You might fall and
seriously hurt yourself.

- That's half of a kettle
of pea soup if I had to.

Every single time.

I am a sane that large

(camera clicks)
in the world of cruelty

and unhappiness.

(camera clicks)
Why do you turn away?

My life, I fear, is an empty want.

Can these few moments
of liberty be so wicked?

Have you no compassion?

- Mr. Rossini, let me
come up there a moment.

- [Mr. Rossini]
No.

- Maybe you'd like it.

- [Mr. Rossini]
I won't help.

- I might do that.

- [Mr. Rossini] I just
want to rest my head.

Hey, something happening below!

Help, doctor,
help me.

Coronaries, protect someone
that you value, you see?

Doctor, don't you see?!

I am of value.

Anyway, that is my tree
and you can't come up

unless I invite you.

- [First Crazy Man]
Uh, let me go. I am--

- [Mr. Rossini] Curse you
all. You shall all perish.

To help me, I shall not give in.

(water hose bu rbles)

(Mr. Rossini groans)

Uh, shut it off. I shall not surrender.

This is my tree. I shall
defend it to the death.

(water hose bu rbles)

Lackeys of foulness!

Tear them!

(water hose burbles)
(Mr. Rossini groans)

(everyone mumbles)
(water hose burbles)

- Stop it! Stop it at once!

(water hose bu rbles)

Leave him alone,
foul people.

(Lena groans)

Stop, stop it.

Stop it!
Did you hear me?

- Go away! Go away,
this is my tree.

(Mr. Rossini groans)

I shall not surrender.
(groans)

I must surrender.

Ah' he"?! Help!
(Qroans)

- I shall fall.
- Let me go! Let me go.

You're not allowed to
treat people like this.

(Mr. Rossini & Lena groan)

(Lena screams)
(falling thud)

- Leave me alone.

Let me go.

- Just a moment, gentlemen.

That's quite enough.

You have no right to behave like this.

All of you.

Back to the sanitarium at once.
At once!

(engine revs)

My apologies. I must ask you
to forgive what has happened.

- Tell me why you treat them like that.

I think it's criminal the
way you behave. I really do.

- Oh please, that is
most unfair.

It really is, Miss...?

- Lena.

- Miss Lena,
for the mentally sick

the first thing is their welfare,

especially in the case of
many of the people placed

in this way.

And that's what's
offered in my new system.

A new endeavor system,

to be quite exact.

Let me show you,
show you my system.

It won't take a moment.

That's it. You seem to be in
a very tense state yourself,

it will calm you.

Please.
(engine starts)

This way.
(engine revs)

in this way.

It's main aim is never
to shatter the patient's

delusions.

We encourage them. You
appear to believe in them.

You could say we join in the game.

But all the time we keep
them under strict observation

so we know the moment

that they begin to tire
of their fantasies

as of course,
they all do eventually.

That's when we help them.

- And him?

- Ah, you mean Rossini?

He's our most exacting problem.
He's a special patient.

- Will you punish him?

- Hmm, it might be decided
by what was involved.

If I were you I wouldn't
worry about it.

A short course of
tranquilizers

and he'll be as right
as rain again.

You can be sure of that.

Now these patients,

you'll be able to see at
firsthand my system at work.

You see how completely
relaxed they are.

That's most important.

Come with me.

How are things going?

- Ssh.

Well, the foxes seem to
have gone off

or they're supposed to be coming
back sometime this morning.

- [Doctor] That must
hamper your researches.

- No, quite the contrary.

You see, all my data is
up to date.

Do you want to see?
- Yes.

- Ah.

The fox belongs to the
species dog.

The fox is larger than
most dogs

but sometimes it's
much smaller.

The fox has four legs unless
it's been damaged and lost one

by mistake.

Then it has three or
sometimes even two and a half.

(Lena gasps)

- Don't be afraid.

Let me explain.

It's only the patient showing the

Acute Reversible Syndrome
by which he is the viewer,

as well as the performer.

It worked in both together.

(eerie music)

Make a note of her fashion.

The patient's out as proposed.

(eerie music)

- Oh, please, Paul,
let's get back home.

(eerie music)

- Excuse me, both of you.

It's just that I forgot
to give you my card.

(engine revs)
I mustn't let you drive off

without it.

And when you want to come back,

I'll admit you straight away.

No fuss, no formalities.
See you soon then.

Goodbye.

(engine revs)

- [Lena] I'd rather be dead
than in that place. Dead!

(engine revs)

(upbeat march music)

(piano keys)

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- You came by yourself?

- Yes, Lena wouldn't come.

- That is most unfortunate.

(opera music)

Well, shall we proceed?

(operatic singing)

- He'll be able to make it.

- What do you mean whenever
it's a different case,

it's hard to follow.

I could be forced to finish
by my father.

- Wait, my dear fellow,
please.

Remember the trouble you
caused with those keys

the last time you had them,

letting those two gentlemen
out of the padded room

for an outing.

Come on along and sit down quietly.

It will soon be time for your tea.

I believe there are crumpets
today with strawberry jam.

Because of acute amnesia

combined with melancholic symptoms,

a really noticeable absence
of fault progression.

Amnesia often affects the
patient in this manner.

- [Paul] I think you may
catch cold, madam,

if you take any more off.

- [Opera Lady]
Oh, do you really think so?

You should take everything
you have off.

Saves so much time,
you see.

BYE bye.

- You should understand
that my present system

is largely based on the
self-help principle,

where the patient is
his own best physician.

This applies to a
surprisingly large number,

especially to those we are able
to trust to help each other.

That lady playing the piano,

a most interesting case
of compulsive paranoia.

She has the habit of
taking off all her clothes

and when naked she's
extremely violent.

We have to teach her the way
to behave without them.

So we acted on it,
you see?

- This game ever work?
- No.

Unfortunately she broke
the doctor's head open.

(door hinge squeak)

Our system of leniency,

it didn't work very
well either, I'm afraid.

- And your new system?

Excuse my curiosity,
doctor,

but I have my reasons for asking.

- Well, I don't mind
you being nosy about it.

I've grown used to that sort of thing.

And your particular reasons
are really none of my business,

I suppose. However I
can tell you our system

is really based on
fundamental principles.

We call it our improvement set-up.

- And what's that?

- It's a sort of coming home,

to life, don't you see?

Mr. Dipkin, have I repeatedly
not told you

to stay on the other side
of the house?

Then why don't you do it and
remain at the center, huh?

By wandering you
confuse everyone.

You really must try to
do what you're told.

Well, don't stand there.

Come along,
Mr. Dipkin,

you really must not go where
you're not meant to go.

You could get into trouble.

- [Several Mental Patients]
Let us out. Let us out.

Let us out. Let us out. Let us
out. Let us out. Let us out.

Let us out. Let us out. Let us
out. Let us out. Let us out.

Let us out. Let us out. Let us
out. Let us out. Let us out.

Let us out. Let us out. Let us out.

(suspenseful beat)
Let us out. Let us out.

Let us out. Let us out.

- You may photograPh

objects that I respect
as a professor.

Let me explain.

Professional jealousy.

A poor business.

APIJalling,

- Always the same.

- Yes.

- You smoke too many.

(piano keys)

- Please, patients,
silence.

(piano keys)

I have an important man here today.

(whistle)
(piano keys)

Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the honor

to present Mr. Paul Berrigan.

He's a distinguished
photographer and newspaper man.

He's here to look into
our wonderful new system.

Go ahead, Berrigan, I give
you my full permission.

(mental patients reciting "Hamlet")

Though surprisingly,
we find that all in all

a bit of play-acting
helps to give that little

touch of reality in a situation
where nothing is real.

- Ah, and on the way with you.

- Project it, say it again.

- Say...
(grunts)

and make it good and loud.

Come on, you incessant
fellow, move!

- I'll move you, you total fool!

- No, now, gentlemen,
enough of that.

Be calm, be calm.

You mustn't mind them.

Their play-acting is keeping
their minds on the move

and making them think
of other things

than their own
problems.

It's all part of my system,
Mr. Berrigan.

To get the sick mind to heal itself

by not allowing it to stagnate.

(huffS)

Next you will be turning up
in my sleep.

- Qh_-
- Morphine will help that.

Morphine, come along.

(eerie music)

- Please excuse us if
the waiting is very long.

Maybe it's my father
who's to blame.

It could be that he'd like you
to join us on my birthday.

I was perfectly sensitive
up in making the fact

and the reasons for keeping
me away from the piano,

although you can help
me to convince my father

to make me play.
(laughs)

- You're upsetting the patient.
No more.

(opera lady mumbles)

Come along.

(mild music)

- Mustn't be naughty.

' [Lisa]
(mOGnS)

Am I too depraved
without clothes?

The disguise, I mean.
I'm frigid, you see.

That'll explain why I wore these.

It's foolish,
and as for trying

I like the men to see what
they're missing. (chuckles)

I know a place above
the veranda.

We could go there and
play such lovely games.

Even better, we go to
the swimming pool.

It's fun there.
(playful chuckling)

You like that?

- Yes.

- Oh, we're going to have a lovely time.

(suspenseful music)

Come on. Let me help
you off with your shirt,

it could get in the way.

I'll leave your arms in it,
that way you'll be my prisoner.

Lie down.
(moans)

Am I too heavy for you,
or do you like it?

I haven't played games
since February. (moans)

(water bubbles)
(Paul heaves lightly)

Please stay as you are.

I'm just beginning to
play this game.

You'll see.

I'm very good at playing.

(Lisa moans)
(mild music)

(Paul moans)
(water bubbles)

(Paul moans)

(mild music)

(Paul moans)

(mild music)

- Lisa.

No games today, Lisa.

There.

I wanted you to meet Benny.

He's most intelligent.

(suspenseful music)

Please.
(suspenseful music)

We use Benny in our researches.
I'm afraid he suffered.

But not too much,

he's the sanest person in
the whole place.

He's become quite a friend of mine.

(distant siren)

You really must go immediately.

You better look, you must
leave this place at once.

- There's no danger.

(distant siren)

- [Doctor] I hope you
make a friend of Benny.

He's a bad enemy.

Goodbye.

(door lock clicks)
(suspenseful music)

(Benny chatters)

(mental patients shouting indistinctly)

(glass breaking)

(mental patients shouting indistinctly)

Come on. Get out of here.

(mental patients shouting indistinctly)

They're trying to take
over the hospital. Come on.

(mental patients shouting indistinctly)

(opera music)

(mental patients shouting indistinctly)

(a woman screams)

Hurry.

Trousers.

Gown.

Bring in the patient.

Please inject him.

- [Paul]
No, no, hold it a minute,

you're making an awful error.

You know me, doctor.
I'm not a patient.

- That's not so, you've
been mocking at my methods.

Proceed at once.

(Paul groans)

(Paul screams)

It's an unhappy business.

It could be most awkward for us

holding an uncertified
person as a patient.

- We'll have to do something about that.

(doctor groans)

(footsteps)

- [Doctor's Assistant]
She mustn't leave here.

- [Doctor]
Certainly not.

She will have to have
some treatment.

- [Doctor's Assistant]
I shall leave that to you.

- [Doctor]
Good afternoon, Ms. Lena.

I'm afraid I have some
unpleasant news for you.

Paul is most unwell.
I'm afraid you can't see him.

- But let me look.

I don't expect you to say no.

- He can't say anything
or do anything.

Total relapse.

Not much hope, Ms. Lena,
I'm afraid.

Come, I'd better take
you to him.

(suspenseful music)

- No! No! Let me go!
(screams)

Please, let me go!
(screams)

Stop it!
(suspenseful music)

(bang)
(woman screams)

- Perhap all of us have
to do something crazy

from time to time,

to keep ourselves from
going mad.

(closing music)