All language subtitles for Burn.Witch.Burn.1962.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG.Eng

[narrator]
Ladies and gentlemen,

the motion picture
you are about to see
contains an evil spell,

as used by practitioners
of witchcraft for centuries.

Even today in many parts
of the world people practice
black magic and witchcraft.

Charms, amulets,
voodoo candles, grave dirt,
and locks of hair

are believed to ward off
evil spirits and spells.

You may doubt
the effectiveness
of these spells, but

through every civilization
people have believed
in witches.

Could they all be wrong?

I don't think so.

For I have seen its power
proved too many times.

I am now about to
dispel all evil spirits

that may radiate
from the screen
during this performance.

Oh, creator of Hecate,
Damkina, Marduk's messenger,

Tem, Khepera, Ra, Khnemu,

Beelzebub in the netherworld,

Satan in Gehenna,

controller of
the seven thousand

and seven curses
and talismans,

and who is known
to obedient disciples
as Gangida,

hold all your powers
and those of your do-bidders,

and their familiars,

and cast a protecting
shield above those
gathered here present.

Pull back from airy bodies
those vested with evil.

Grant, oh, magnificent one,
no harm from the spells
about to be witnessed.

Direct them not.
This faithful servant
begs for thy favor.

[speaking foreign language]

And now, with a free mind
and a protected soul,

we ask you to enjoy
Burn, Witch, Burn.

[Norman] I do not believe.

I do not believe.

So, to recap.
Four words necessary
to destroy the forces

of the
supernatural witchcraft.

Superstition, the psychic,
etcetera, etcetera.

And these quote are,
"A morbid desire
to escape from reality."

Unquote. And can
only exist in an
atmosphere of belief.

Belief is vital.

Deprived of that acceptance,
it reveals itself as another

futile attempt to control
one's environment
and the forces of nature.

Each day, science...

Do you include
domestic superstitions
like,

walking under ladders,
or the third match,

or people who
wear good luck charms?

Well, they're all based
on primitive beliefs.

While actually
denying any belief,

people guard themselves
by saying there may be
something in it.

And so they wear
protections.

I think it depends on how
personal the belief is.

A friend of mine in the
Air Force used to carry
a lock of his wife's hair

under his flying helmet
for good luck.

Did it work?

No, he was killed.

So, each day, science,
founded on years
of research and truth,

emerges with feats which put
our old-fashioned magicians
to shame.

Aladdin rubbed a lamp
and a genie appeared.

Today we can press a button
and the whole of mankind
is obliterated.

[school bell ringing]

Well, there's magic for you.

The disappearance
of another hour.

Miss Abbott.
Will you collect the
test papers for me?

Yes, Professor Taylor.

[Norman] Mr. Jennings!

No paper?

No paper.

Try pressing a button.
Maybe one will appear.

I might press the button that
removes you from the class.

See that you read
and outline chapter six

and chapter seven
over the weekend.

And chapter seven goes
for the rest of you.

Thank you, Margaret.
Have a nice weekend.

I shall be busy
with chapter seven.

It's a very short chapter,
Miss Abbott.
And a very long weekend.

Well, you certainly
made a fool of yourself.

You didn't do
so badly, either.

Sitting there,
mooning at Taylor
all through the lecture.

It just so happens
that I admire him.

Anything wrong with that?

Not at all.

But there's a very
thin line between
admiration and infatuation.

Oh, don't be so stupid.

- Have a nice weekend.
- Thank you, sir. Good night.

Norman!

Mmm-hmm?

Are we still for bridge
at your house tonight?

Of course. It's Friday.
I'd forgotten. Sure, why not?

Oh, Evelyn thought
Tansy might still be
under the weather.

No, no, no. She's fine.
Came back from
the cottage last night.

Good, good.
Well, I don't know.

Friday night never
seems the same without
a game of bridge.

- [Norman] Hi, Evelyn!
- Come on, Harvey.

Right.
Well, about 8:00 then?

Fine.

Bridge is on.

It infuriates me
to think that

Taylor might be
selected for promotion
before you.

The scholastic average
of his students

is better than that
of any other professor.

Including your husband?

I didn't make
any exceptions,
Evelyn.

Well, he's made
very rapid strides here.

The fact is,
Norman and Tansy
are newcomers.

We play bridge with them,
we work together,

but we still don't
accept them.

Well, I could never accept
a woman like Tansy.

She doesn't seem
to be interested
in anything.

She spends most
of her time at that
cottage of theirs.

It's a logical excuse
to avoid getting involved
with us

and our committee teas.

- I wish I had one.
- Oh, rubbish!

We've contributed more
to this college in 15 years

than Taylor could
give in a lifetime.

Just because he manages
to charm better grades
out of his idiot students,

you and Lindsay stand
to be pushed aside.

Nobody's being
pushed aside, Evelyn.

Taylor hasn't been
appointed yet.

Darling!

[cat meowing]

It's you.

Tansy!

[Tansy] Coming!

Hi.

Hey, you're supposed
to act interested.

Wasn't I?

One day I shall burn
all your stuffy old books.

They invade every corner
of our lives.

You know what?

You need rest.
Or some excitement.

I'm not quite sure which.

I'll settle for dinner.

Oh, how I hate
these Friday nights.

It won't be that bad.

I am sorry, darling,
I can't help it, but these
women make me nervous.

Oh, they're all right.

You know, Norman,
I can cope with many things,

but not with petty scholars
and their jealous,
bickering wives.

It's all a question
of adjusting.

Well, I try.
So help me I try.

But when you have
a middle-aged Medusa
like Evelyn Sawtelle

hissing away at the thought
of your gaining a chair
in sociology.

I wish I was as
certain as you are.

Oh, you'll get it.

Evelyn knows it,
Harvey knows it
and Sister Flora knows it.

And those three
make a solid majority.

And what about
Hilda Gunnison?

Stuck with her devoted Harold
and resenting the fact
that he openly admires you.

Harold does?

It's true, Norman.
Quite true.

- You know what I wish?
- Hmm?

I wish we were
three thousand miles

and two years away
from this place.

Jamaica. A field trip.

We could breathe.

Jamaica also had
its malaria and its poverty.

You're an incurable romantic.

You're pining for
that old warlock, Carubius

and his phony black magic.

Don't scoff, Norman.

A male witch.

That's what's
wrong with you.

He's cast his
spell over you.

You're enchanted.

And you are.

-Harvey.-[Harvey] Yes, dear?

You've trumped my ace.

Off with his head.

It would be off
with mine, Lindsay,
if I'd done it to you.

Next time, Evelyn,
try some of your
hypnosis on Harvey.

Plant the suggestion
to play only
the right cards.

How is the hypnosis, Evelyn?

Planning to put
the entire board under

and make them give
Harvey the chair?

Lindsay, just play.

[softly] Did I say something?

Yes, dear,
you said something.

Go on, Lindsay.

Yes, quite.
The rest are mine.

Oh, I knew it.

I think we ought to take up
hypnotism, darling.

We might get
a rubber occasionally.

You can't have everything.
Not even by hypnosis.

You can hypnotize the bad,
but you can't hypnotize
the cards.

[Lindsay] It's simply
a question of remembering

how the last hand
was played.

How the packs got together.

How the shuffle habits
of the dealer disarranges
the factors

according to the bids.

[laughing] And, well,
there you are!

And where exactly is that?

Where I always suspected.
Lindsay has put a jinx
on the cards.

Lindsay, what have you been
keeping from me?

[laughing]

I always suspected
Lindsay was a dark horse.

[laughing]

Well, I think
it's time for a snack.

Oh, that's
a bewitching thought!

We are not through, yet.

Oh, don't hurry.
I have to put
the coffee on.

We'll help you.

Twelve hundred it is.

Does that mean us, too?

You've forgotten the cups.

When do they decide
about the chair, Norman?

Early next week, I think.

Do you think
you'll beat out
my brother-in-law?

Lindsay, just eat.

I think I will,
they look delicious.

You don't really deserve it,
you know.

- Oh?
- You've got
too much already.

A beautiful wife,
this lovely house and
that cottage by the sea.

Your excellent thesis
and your ability to
interest the students.

Now what's the answer
to it all, eh?

Have you sold
your soul to the devil?

- [clattering]
- Careful, Tansy!

-Well?
-Heart and soul. Here she is.
My good luck charm.

[Lindsay] You certainly
seem to lead a charmed life,
I must say.

Old Lindsay can
have his theory.
I'll stick to hypnotism.

Good heavens,
look at the time.

I've got a lot
of work to catch up
on in the morning.

Have you lost something?
Tansy?

What?

I said,
have you lost something?

Oh, yes.
A shopping list.

Make another.

Well, there was
a phone number on it.

A dressmaker that I wanted.

It hasn't jumped
in there, has it?

No.

You'll find it
in the morning.

Well, I'm off.

I'll be up in a moment,
darling.

Tansy!

Tansy!

Tansy!

What?

Where are my pajamas?

They're in the wash.
Get a clean pair.

What are you doing?

Where did this come from?

What is that doing
on the bed, Norman?

Well, mine got stuck,
so I had to move yours.

What about this?

It's a souvenir.

Of what, for heaven's sake?

Of our stay in Jamaica.

It was a gift from Carubius.

Something to
remember him by?

He wanted me to have it.

It certainly looks like him.
Is that the only reason
why you'd keep it?

Do I need a better one?

It's supposed to
mean something,
isn't it?

Of course, darling.

It's a good luck charm.
That's why you're
so successful.

Come on, dearie,
time to go to bed.
After all, three is a crowd.

Did you find your list?

No. I'll make another.

[doorbell ringing]

- Cleaners.
- Oh, good morning.

Thank you.

Okay, thanks.

Oh, wait a minute,
will you?

[gasps]

Next Thursday afternoon
will be all right, sir?

- Yeah, sure. Thanks.
- Good day.

Well?

Well, what, darling?

- I have to put these away.
- In a moment.

- I want to get lunch, Norman.
- In a moment.

[laughing nervously]

- You look so grim.
- What's the meaning
of all this?

I simply must put
these away, Norman.

All right,
what do you want?

The truth.

I told you.
They're souvenirs.

The truth!

All right.
I was trying to use
conjure magic.

Trying to work spells!
Trying to
change the future!

That's what you
really want to hear,
isn't it, Norman?

That's exactly what
I don't want to hear.

Then believe what
I told you last night.

About one dried up spider,
yes, but not all that rubbish!

Graveyard dirt,
things from...

What do you want
to believe?

I want some kind
of explanation.

Well, isn't it obvious?

I'm a witch.

I'm not finding
this very amusing.

Norman, I only have
so many answers.
Take your choice.

What do you mean?

Are you trying to tell
me that you've been
attempting witchcraft?

I can't believe it. Why?

How did you ever begin?

Does it matter, Norman?

Yes! And knowing what you
do about its background?

Well, when you say it
like that, of course
it sounds ridiculous.

Ridiculous?
It's stupid!

But, Norman, when you
want things to happen
or not to happen

to someone you love.

Oh, Norman,
the things I did.
They seem to work.

What things?

At least, most of the time.

Don't you see
the very exceptions

prove the things you
were doing didn't work?

There were other evil forces
working against us!

I can't believe it!

A woman
of your intelligence.

Is this the way
you've been spending
your time at the cottage?

And I thought
that you were...

I'm sorry.
You must've been
very bored.

Darling...

Now look at all that.

You can't be serious
about it.

From the moment
we arrived here
we've been faced

- with such hostility
from the faculty.
- Hostility?

Yes!
Their hatred and
their petty jealousy.

- I was afraid they
would destroy us.
- Tansy.

You're imagining
these things.
What's got into you?

Is this some kind
of a joke?

Norman, I feel very
strongly about this.

Well, when did
this all start?
And why?

Two years ago in Jamaica.

When you almost died
in that terrible accident.

You were dying, Norman.

The doctors had
given you up.

I was frantic, desperate.

I kept saying to myself
over and over,

"Let me die in his place.
Oh, dear Lord,
let me die in his place."

And then, suddenly,
I thought of Carubius.

And of the time we
watched him bring a
young girl back to life.

Whom the entire village
thought dead.

[Norman]
That girl was in a trance.

No, Norman!

A catatonic trance!

She was ice cold, Norman.
Dead.

And then...

Remember we saw...
We saw the girl's mother
and Carubius stand over her.

And her mother cried out,

"Take me, I am old.
She is young,
let her live."

And Carubius
worked his spell,

and the old woman died.

And when she died,
the girl opened up
her eyes.

She began to
breathe again.

I thought of that
moment, Norman.

I was willing to die
to save you.

But you're here
and very much alive.

I know, but you
regained consciousness.
I didn't have to use it.

But I know, Norman,
without a shadow of a doubt
that it would've worked.

And I was so desperate.
I was ready to try it!

I'm sure you're convinced
I'm quite insane.

I'm not convinced
about anything.

And if we were to investigate
all the strange rituals

performed by women
based on their
so called intuition,

half the female population
would be in asylums.

I don't know what to think.

All right.

It may have worked then,
but there's certainly
no need to use it now.

-Yes, there is, Norman...-Give it up!

-No! No, Norman!
-You understand?
Completely!

Norman, I will not be
responsible for
what happens to us

if you make me give up
my protection!

Tansy, for God's sake!
Protections for what?

Oh, so everything you've got
out of life is just the result
of your ability, is it?

Last night I was
your good luck charm...

Look, I'm not
arguing with you!

And you think everyone
loves you here at Hempnell,
don't you?

Well, let me
tell you something.

That faculty would've seen
you dead a long time ago
if they could've managed it!

Now stop it!
You're being hysterical!

-No, I'm not!
I'm telling the truth!
-Just because you're...

Insane?

Oh, Norman.

[crying] Oh, Norman,
I love you so much.

I know. I know.

Oh, Norman.
What should I do?

What should I do?

Are you sure
that's everything?

You've had me tear up
the whole house,
haven't you?

[gasps] Norman, your picture!
Norman!

No, no, not your picture!

Tansy! Tansy!

No, Norman,
not your picture!
Norman! No!

Norman, not your picture! No!

Oh, no!

[mouthing] No.

Don't you sense something,
Norman?

[screeching]

[phone ringing]

Hello. Hello.

[woman breathing heavily]

Hello, who's there?

[woman] Don't you know
who this is?

Haven't you been waiting?

Look, who is this?

Oh, it's been such torture
waiting for this moment,

knowing that soon... Soon I'd
hear your voice again.

And I'd hear you whisper,
"I love you."

What?

Come to me and take me
in your arms.

Oh, Norman. Norman...

I need you.

Norman, don't you know
who this is?

No, I do not!

After all you've done to me.

After you've undressed me
with your eyes a hundred...

[dramatic music playing]

Who was that?

Nobody.
It was the wrong number.

Did you burn everything?

Yes. Everything.

Wake up, you bloody fool!

This is a restricted area.
You're not supposed
to be doing 60!

I wasn't doin' no 60,
neither!

- Yes, you were!
- I shan't stop for
you next time.

[Flora] Norman!

Are you all right?

Oh, yes, I'm all right.

I could've sworn
nothing was coming.

Fool.
He might've killed you.

How's Tansy?

She's fine.

She seemed a bit
under Friday night.

She's probably worried
about her no trump bid.

She needn't be.
I think she plays
extremely well.

[woman on PA] Attention,
please! Will Mrs. Carr come
to her office immediately?

Will Mrs. Carr come to
her office immediately?

Sounds like trouble.

- Thank you.
- Not a very good start
for a new week.

No. Must hurry.
I'm late.

I think it's about time
we got a few things
straightened out, Taylor.

I agree.

You can start by apologizing
for your behavior on Friday.

Start by apologizing?

Look here, I know what
you're trying to do to me.

Why you recommended
I be removed
from your course?

Why you continually fail
all my test papers?

I fail your test papers
when you submit them

because they're simply
not good enough.

And I recommended
transferring you

because I thought
your antagonism towards me,
conscious or otherwise,

has prevented you from
doing any serious work.

- Hello. Lab please.
- Well, that's one
way out of it.

- If it helps salve
your conscience.
- Now watch it!

You deliberately
base your tests
on lectures I've missed!

Attending lectures
is your responsibility.

I can only teach,
I can't absorb the
knowledge for you.

Hello, Bates.

Will you get me those
two slides for
this afternoon's lecture?

All right, thanks.

You've discriminated
against me from the moment

- I began dating
Margaret Abbott.
- I've what?

You've influenced the other
professors against me.

Anything to have me
thrown out of college

so that you could have
Margaret to yourself!

Do you realize the
seriousness of such
a disgusting accusation?

- It is disgusting!
- Get out!

At first I was willing
to give you the benefit
of the doubt,

but on Saturday night,
when I told her how
much I loved her...

- Saturday night?
- She suddenly pushed me aside.

Started whimpering
your name!

She was crying!
And then I knew.

She laughed at me.

Taunted me with all
the sordid details of
your nasty, little affair.

Get out.

You better reconsider,
Taylor, and fast.

I want those
passing grades
I deserve.

Perhaps the dean would be
interested in my story.

Come in, Harold.

Did you hear any of that?

What you mean,
you and Jennings?

Hmm.

No. Another matter,
and quite serious.

It concerns you
and Margaret Abbott.

Margaret? She's certainly
in the limelight this morning.

This can't be
treated lightly,
Norman.

She's in Flora Carr's office
at this moment.

In a dangerously
hysterical state.

She claims you've
violated her.

I've what? Harold...

- She must be mad.
- Possibly.

But we've got to
handle this carefully.

Remember,
she's Flora's ward.

You better come with me.

Do you realize the enormity
of this accusation against

Professor Taylor, Margaret?

I thought a great deal
before coming to you

but I had to
tell the truth.
I'm frightened.

Harold's told you everything?

Margaret...

Look at me, Margaret.

When was all this supposed
to have happened?

[Margaret] Saturday night.

On Saturday night
I was at home with my wife.

And I suppose she'll share
your lie to help save your
precious reputation.

Is this the way you repay
kindness and attention?

Kindness! Attention!
They're just words
to hide the truth.

And I've always
respected you.

Kindness and attention
from a teacher to a student,
and nothing more.

You were with Bill Jennings
on Saturday night,
weren't you?

- That's a lie!
- He was making love to you.

That's right.

Try to pretend I'm
the kind of girl who gives
her favors to everyone.

He's just told me
you were with him.

All right. I was with him.

But we weren't making love.

Don't you remember
what you told me?

No one else must touch me.

No one else must touch me!

Control yourself!

[phone ringing]

Professor Carr here.

Well, can't it wait?

Very well.

The dean.

Better come with me, Norman.

I'm staying here.

It's imperative.
It's about this matter.

[Flora] We shan't be a moment.

I'm telling the truth!

- Coming?
- I won't be long.

The dean wants
us now, Norman.

I won't be long!

It's no good going
on with it now.

You could see the
state Miss Abbott is in.

- You phoned me on
Saturday night, didn't you?
- It's a lie!

You made
a disgusting proposition.

And when I was
about to hang up,
you used vile language.

Vile and filthy!

And this from someone
that I sincerely admired.

Well, I didn't know what
I was doing! I didn't know.

I didn't know.

Something came over me,
I...

[crying] I had to call you.
I had to.

Margaret.

I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.

[wind howling]

I've spoken to
the dean about you.

Bill...

And he agrees that...

That you were
treated unfairly.

What about Margaret?

Was she treated unfairly?

Margaret's confessed that
the whole thing was a lie.

A lie?

Everything's a lie to you,
isn't it, Taylor?

You're very familiar
with lies.

That's all you really know
how to do, is teach lies.

You like teaching girls,
don't you?

I've watched you,
we've all watched you.

You're very successful
at teaching people
how to lie.

[crying]

Mr. Gunnison...

Harold, get over here
quickly, will you?

I've got Jennings here.
Yes, he's just tried to
threaten me with a gun.

No, no one's hurt.

Yeah.

You think you'll
get away with it,
don't you?

I'll spread the
truth about you.
I'll see that it gets out!

You won't get away with
what you did to Margaret.

You won't be able to lie
your way out of it
this time, Mr. Taylor.

[Tansy] I tell you, Norman,

I will not be responsible
for what happens to us

if you make me give
up my protections.

[thunder clapping]

- Norman?
- Oh, hi.

Something's happened.

Happened?

Something has happened.

No, nothing's happened.

What is that?

I don't know.

Oh!

It's a recording
of a lecture I gave in
Manchester last month.

I want you to hear this.

Who sent it?

I don't know.
The dean, I suppose.

There's no signature on it.

It's on official notepaper,
isn't it?

Don't play it, Norman.

Now, don't start again.

Norman, please.
For my sake!

Tansy, I'm playing
it for your sake.

Norman, please!

[Norman] You find
in certain neurosis there is
a danger of temporary relief.

Neurosis based on rejection,
frustration, lack of love,

loneliness makes the subject
pursue strange occupations
which are inexplicable

to the adjusted mind.

Well, to begin with,
superstition.

A working definition
might be misguided,
unobjective science.

More simply,
the morbid desire to
escape from reality.

It is a science devoid
of all empirical values.

A science completely based
on a priori evaluation.

Upon investigation
into the origins of
most superstitions,

it is found that in the main
they're derived from

beliefs in primitive
states of culture.

- They've ceased to be part
of ritual practice...
- [clattering]

...and have merely become
irrational beliefs, exercising
no useful function...

The superstition that
spilling salt
brings bad luck

- dates from the time when it
was believed that...
- [shrill tone ringing]

...partaking of salt was
considered protection against

evil spirits, witchcraft
and other evil influences.

And the fact that there are
a number of superstitions
connected with mirrors

is derived from the belief
that a man's soul is visible...

What are you doing?

What's the matter with you?

Oh, I have a headache.
I guess
I better get an aspirin.

There's something
I want you to hear.

- No.
- I'll keep it down low...

- Norman, no.
- Why not?

Oh, you're so blind.
So blind!

What does it take
to convince you?

Come over here, Tansy,
I want to talk to you.

Why? So you can give me
the benefit of your
brilliant logic?

[ringing]

Don't answer it.

Hello?

Hang up!

Hello?

[shrill tone ringing]

Hang up, Norman!

Hang up, Norman!

Control yourself!

[groaning]

Oh, no.

[thudding]

Norman, don't open the door!

Norman, please!

[Tansy] The phone.
Where's the phone?

[Norman] Oh, blast!

Norman, don't open the door!

[wind howling]

[thunder clapping]

I'm not going to say
that I think there was
something out there, Norman.

I know that's what
you expect me to say,
isn't it?

Yes. Yes.
I mean, it was just
a coincidence.

The tape and the phone call
just got on my nerves.
That's all.

And the storm
just happened to
blow out the lights.

You see,
I'm not so bad, am I?

I think we could
do with a drink,
don't you?

Let me die in his place.

Hear me? Let me
die in his place.

What? Did you say
something, darling?

Oh!
How about a drink, darling?

You don't think
I've drunk enough,
do you?

- No.
- I'm nearly falling asleep.

No, one more won't hurt.
Here.

What about you?

I'll share yours.

Here's to you.

To us, Norman.

Here. Have some more.

A little more.
A little more.

There. A little more.

What are you trying to do?
Make me drunk? Huh?

Pretty sneaky, we women.
Drink up, darling. Here.

That's enough.

[coughing]

Hey, hey, hey,
easy does it.

Now we're joined
in spirit, Norman.

A very special spirit.

Very special.

[Tansy echoing]
Norman! Norman!

Norman, all that is
mine is yours, Norman.

And all that is yours
is mine.

Everything you have is mine.

You'll give it to me
without hindrance

and of your own free choice.

All that you have
is mine, Norman.

Say it. Say it.

All I have

is yours.

All that you have is mine.

[Norman groaning]

[gasps]

Oh, no.

Uh, mmm...

Tansy.

[Tansy on tape]
This is goodbye, my darling.

It's really the
only way for me.

Loving you as deeply as I do.

It's the only way to defeat
the horror that attempted
to destroy you last night.

Yes, I shall die
in your place.

You have so much
to offer this world.

I've gone away
so that this terrible curse
can no longer touch you.

And by midnight
it will be finished.

Over.

There is nothing
you can do, Norman.
Nothing.

Oh, I do love you.

I love you.

[recording ends]

There is nothing
you can do, Norman.
Nothing.

Oh, I do love you.

I love you.

[car approaching]

- Tan...
- Are you all right?

- Hilda.
- I've been trying
to phone you all the morning

but your phone's
out of order.

We've got a meeting
in the dean's office.

That's why I'm here.
I said I'd let you know.

Hilda, have you seen Tansy?

There is something wrong.

Harold saw Tansy
this morning getting
onto the coach.

He thought she was
going to the cottage.

- The cottage?
- Said she seemed upset.

It's that dreadful Abbott girl.

I'm surprised Tansy
believed any of it.

She ought to be
put in a rest home.

The Abbott girl, that is.

[Tansy] I tell you, Norman,
I will not be responsible
for what happens to us

if you make me give up
my protections.

I shall die in your place,
my darling.

I shall die in your place.

By midnight it
will be finished.

Over.

There is nothing you can do.
Nothing.

[honking horn]

Tansy!

Tansy!

Tansy!

Tansy!

[continues honking horn]

Tansy!

Hi there. Are you okay?

Yes, I'm all right.

Come on, chump.

Me and my mate here,
we seen you okay.

We thought you was passing.
Plenty of time to pass.

[groaning] I was trying
to signal my wife.

She was on that bus.

You were lucky
all the way, mister.

Anyhow, the damage
don't seem too bad.

The suspension's gone though.

I must get going.

Mister,
the only place you got
to get going is the doctor.

I'm all right.

Look, you may be
all right outside,

but maybe you got
internal injuries.

Yes. Do you know where
I can get a hired car?

Give me a lift
in your truck.

Look, mister, the first
thing you gotta do is make
us some papers, huh?

All right, say the
whole thing's my fault.

Company rule, mister.
It ain't going to take long.

Tansy!

Tansy!

Tansy!

Tansy!

Tansy!

[echoing] Tansy!

Tansy!

Oh...

[panting]

"In the house of the dead
in the place of the dead."

[owl hooting]

[grunts]

[door creaking]

[bell tolling]

[Norman sobbing]

Oh, darling...

Your wife's certainly
in a very bad state of shock.
Not reacting at all.

What really happened?

We had an accident.

[doctor] As long as you hold
back information from me,

I'm afraid there
isn't much...

I told you,
we had an accident.

All right,
you had an accident.
It may be true.

I'm not a psychiatrist,
but I've been dealing
with people for a long time,

and I can usually tell
when they're trying
to hide something.

And you're trying to hide
something from me.
What is it?

Why has your wife been
in the sea since the accident?

She's so clammy.
Clothes damp,
smell of the sea on them.

I don't want to interfere
with your job,

but your wife may be in
a very serious condition.

The very thing
you're withholding could
be the key to her recovery.

All right.
I don't know how
to explain this.

[Tansy] No.

Tansy.
What is it?

Tell nothing.

Tansy, I don't understand.

Take me home!

Your wife's in no condition
to go anywhere
except to a hospital.

Take me home!

I'll call for an ambulance.

No, I'm going
to take her home.

The decision's yours
to make, of course.

But I must remind you
her condition may be worse
than we both think.

By not telling the truth
and authorizing
immediate confinement,

you could be taking away
her one chance of recovery.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

[operator] Number, please.

Operator?
Connect me with the
General Hospital.

No!

Tansy, what are you
doing out of bed?

Norman, I'm all right.
Really, I am.

Oh, darling, you look awful.
You must've had
a terrible time.

You don't remember?
Anything?

It was like a nightmare.

A terrible nightmare.

I remember being
pulled out into the water.

Deeper and deeper.

I kept calling out for help.

I kept crying out
for help, Norman.
No one heard me.

No one heard me.

Oh, I'm so tired.

Yes. Come on up.
Come on, I'm going
to take you back to bed.

Come on.

[dramatic music playing]

Is this what you're
looking for?

[chuckling] Oh, why, Norman...

I thought you
were a burglar.

What have you there?

Oh, it's a candid snap
I took last week.

Now, it's ruined.

Never mind,
I have the negative.
I'll make another...

Or was it this?

What is it?

A rather unique recording.

What sort of recording?

Let's hear it.
Shall we?

[Norman] You find
in certain neurosis there is
a danger of temporary release.

Neurosis based on rejection,
frustration, lack of love,

loneliness, it makes
the subject pursue
strange occupations

which are inexplicable
to the adjusted mind.

Well, to begin with,
superstition.

Working definition might be,
misguided,
unobjective science.

More simply,
the morbid desire
to escape from reality.

- It is a science...
- [shrill tone ringing]

What's the matter, Flora?
Does it bother you?

No. It simply began
to get on my nerves.

That's all.

And what about my nerves?
And Tansy's?

- Why, whatever are you
talking about, Norman?
- Why did you hypnotize her?

Why did you try to drive
her out of her mind?

[laughing]

Am I amusing you?

Yes, you are, Norman.

I knew you were naive,

but I didn't know you were
as naive as all that.

After all that's happened.

You mean to tell me that
you still put it down
to natural causes?

There's nothing unnatural or
supernatural about hypnosis.

You're behaving like
a frightened schoolboy,
Norman.

Frightened of being wrong.

And you...
You are wrong.

I did not hypnotize Tansy.

She attempted to
kill me tonight,
under your influence.

Isn't that a bit absurd?

Why should I do
such a thing?

Why should I
want to kill you?

Yes, why?
I know you've resented
us from the beginning.

Resented everything
we stood for,

and that resentment's
turned into hatred,
hasn't it?

A hatred which has made
you lose all reason.
Yes, I can see that.

Or was it because
of your precious Margaret?

Do you believe
that I raped her?

Fear. Fear of losing
your position here.

Fear of someone younger
taking your place.

And you knew Tansy
was emotionally upset
and you used it.

It wasn't difficult to work
on her imagination.
On her weakness.

Knowing that if my wife
was proved insane
I was finished here!

But a logical mind like yours
would be strong enough to
prevent any interference!

No, Norman!
You protest too much!

Why does it upset you
so much to think that
there's such a thing

in this world as witchcraft?

It's one of the oldest
religions in the world.

It just depends
on what you believe in.

There's an explanation
for everything in science.

[laughing] Oh, really.
Such tenacity.

Any theory,
however improbable, wild,
and coincidental,

so long
as it fits into your
tidy view of things.

What're you doing?

What about the accident
with the truck, Norman?

What truck?

Yes, isn't it odd
that I should know
about it?

How does your
Aristotelian mind
account for that?

Don't be ridiculous.
The papers could've
got hold of it.

They didn't.

[Norman] What are you doing?

Preparing to
prove something.

Preparing to prove,
my dear Norman,

that you really
do believe in magic.

These, as you can see,
are tarot cards.

You know their significance,
of course.
They represent your home.

And this, of course,
will represent Tansy.

There...

Now!

You stupid woman!

Do you honestly think that
I believe any of that rubbish?

Yes, it does
seem like nonsense,
doesn't it?

Just a silly woman
setting fire to some cards.

[screeching]

Stop it!

But why?
You don't really
believe in this, Norman.

You couldn't be concerned
over a few bits
of burning paper.

Just a woman's eccentricity.

It's too late
to help Tansy.

Or is it all
in your mind, Norman?

Are you imagining things?

Do you really believe
your home is burning?

Will you ever know, Norman?

Will you ever be sure?

Is your house on fire?

Is Tansy dying?

You're raving mad.

[laughing]

[grunts]

Burn, witch, burn.

[Norman chattering on tape]

[Norman] On investigation
into the origins of
most superstitions,

it is found that in the main
they're derived from beliefs

in primitive states
of culture.

They've ceased to be
part of ritual practice,

and have merely become
irrational beliefs...

exercising no
useful function...

[shrill tone ringing]

Norman!

[squawking]

[screaming]

[squawking]

[coughing]

Norman!

[Norman chattering on tape]

And then they are no longer
really taken seriously.

[shrill tone ringing]

[eagle squawking]

[eagle squawking]

[screaming]

[rattling]

What's going on around here?

I've just seen Norman tearing
across the college grounds
like a man possessed.

What are you
doing with this?

Oh, just running
Norman's speech,
that's all.

Do you realize you've got it
switched through onto
the public address system?

It's booming out
all over the grounds.

Really? How silly of me.

- I never could work...
- No, no...

[Norman chattering loudly]

[shrill tone ringing]

[silence]

Flora, what are you doing?

[tape recorder stops]

I'm sorry, Lindsay.

I imagine I've been
working too hard.

I've been trying
to tell you that
for a long time.

I knew, dear.
Quite right.

Perhaps we'll take a trip.

Why are you
looking at me
like that, Lindsay?

Is something wrong?

No, I don't believe so.

You're rather pale and
your hands are trembling.

What are you
troubled about,
Flora?

Nothing.

I'm merely exhausted,
that's all.

Let's go, shall we?

Oh, by the way,
Gunnison tells me

they've decided who
to give the chair to.

Oh? Harvey, I suppose.

No. I thought
it would be Harvey,

but the dean
changed his mind.

It's going to
Norman Taylor.

I doubt that.

What do you mean?

Nothing. Except that
the dean will probably
change his mind again.

Wait a minute,
you're not goin' in there!

My wife's in there!

Norman! Norman!

Norman!

- Darling!
- Thank God.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, yes.

What happened?

The fireman said
it was the oil stove.

[Lindsay] Norman
may be a bit young,

but he's a good man,
don't you agree?

Oh, yes.
A very good man indeed.

Who the deuce has
left the door open
at this time of night?

Come away, Lindsay.
Don't go in there.

Let the caretaker worry
about that.

Well, there's no excuse
for this sort of thing
and I shall report it.

Lindsay!

[screaming]

Flora! Flora!

Flora!