All language subtitles for So Sad About Gloria starring Dean Jagger (1973 full movie )

Doctor, just how would you assess her
chances?

The mind is a very unpredictable thing,
Mr. Wong.

However, if I didn't think your niece
was ready, you wouldn't be here.

I'm doing this badly, Doctor, but I'm
probably more concerned about my

to her release than I am with hers.

You know what I mean? How do I act?

Look, you're making a big thing out of
this.

Just be natural.

Act yourself.

Gloria is perfectly aware of her
condition.

Generally, her condition is perfectly
normal.

More normal than most of us.

All of us are afraid of death, Mr.
Wilmer.

Fortunately, we have mechanisms within
the mind to deal with this fear.

Gloria's mechanism broke down
temporarily.

That's all.

You see, she was present at your
brother's death.

Alone with him.

She watched him die.

That can be a profound emotional
experience for a child.

Through the years, she's kept that
experience.

Closed up in her mind.

Years later, that experience crept to
the surface.

But she confused her father's death with
her own.

These are things I've discussed with
Gloria many times.

And she understands?

Well, none of us really understand.

But she understands enough to deal with
her fear.

Yes, we'll be right down.

Are you ready?

I'm ready.

Doctor,

I'm talking only in normal
circumstances.

A certain degree of tranquility in
absence of unusual stressful situations.

Fear, Mr. Long, flowers from a variety
of seeds.

Her life should be in order, Gordon.

Well, Doctor, I suppose I'm what you
might call an...

Ordered person.

Since my brother's death, I've tried to
make some sort of order out of chaos.

The inheritance, the estate, what's left
of the family.

And Gloria?

Gloria. And Gloria, yes.

I would advise you to protect her from
financial matters.

You know she's extremely sensitive about
her wealth.

She sees wealth as a thief, an intruder
on her personal identity.

Mm -hmm.

As executor of her estate, it...

Shouldn't be too difficult for you to
shield her from this sort of thing.

Doctor, I'll try to make her life an
ordered garden.

Fine.

I'll be here.

If you need me, please contact me at any
time. Thank you, Doctor. It's a

pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your
help.

Gloria, you look beautiful.

How are you, dear?

I don't feel much like the madwoman of
Shio. How do you feel?

Afraid.

A little.

Maybe you two would like to have a few
minutes alone while I take the bags out

to the car.

I've already had a number of delightful
conversations with the good doctor.

Daily for almost 18 months.

Take care of yourself.

Doctor, thank you again.

Let's, uh, well, let's get started,
shall we?

Mary, I'll miss you.

Imagine spring.

I see it green with life.

It's time to go now, Gloria.

Take care Mary.

Dry springtime.

Now you'll be glad to get home, Miss
Jane.

I guess I feel a little giddy being away
from those watchful eyes.

But I feel free like that.

But there's still a fence around them.

I guess their freedom is just an
illusion.

Gloria, have you given any thought as to
what you'd like to do now?

All I've thought about?

Of course, Europe is cold. Maybe Mexico?

The world is yours, you know, honey.

Something more simple, I think.

Journey to Walden Pond.

I don't know.

Something terribly fundamental and
quiet.

And free.

And then, that evening, the strange
horses came.

What? Nothing, just a poem.

And then, late in the summer, the
strange horses came.

We heard a distant tapping on the road.

A deepening drumming.

It stopped, went on again.

And then at the corner, changed into
hollow thunder.

And we saw their heads, like a wild
wave, charging and... We were afraid.

We'd sold our horses in our father's
time to buy new tractors. And now they

strange to us.

Strange as fabulous steeds set on an
ancient shield or illustrations on a

of knights and so forth and so forth.

You know, you're crazy.

Yes, I think I am.

I'm crazy.

I've been getting by with a lot of years
now.

It's eternal, isn't it?

It's always been there and always will
be.

Like a stone myth.

Welcome home, Miss Wellman.

Thank you, Alan.

Can I take the bags on up to the room?

Yes, please.

Coming, Gloria?

No, you go ahead, Uncle Rick.

I think I'll walk around a bit.

Oh?

I'll be inside.

I was sent for you, ma 'am. It's getting
late.

Yes, thank you, Alex.

It's time to climb into that old womb.

I think so.

Is that a new sextant?

No, as a matter of fact, this is quite
old.

This sextant went all the way around the
horn.

You know, you're really a backwards
mariner.

Instead of sailing out into the world,
you brought the seven seas into this

room.

The mountains come to Muhammad.

The oceans come to Uncle Rick.

Haven't you ever wanted to take a real
voyage?

Seven -league boots only belong to a man
of means.

We're rich.

Not we, my dear.

What I have is yours.

You know that.

Everything belongs to the queen, dear
Isabella. I'm but a poor Portuguese

without a ship of my own.

Then I give you my kingdom, Portuguese.

You can have it all.

But there is a condition.

I've been thinking about that strange
horse that comes in the evening.

And I've decided I want one.

A horse to ride and love.

And you can have my kingdom for it.

My kingdom for a horse.

You're crazy.

That sounds just like the little girl
that I used to know, honey.

Nice.

Hmm.

Oh, my God.

Give him his mic on four. Cue him. The
governor has announced that a federal

grant for establishment of a regional
medical research facility has been

received and that Dr.

Max Swofford will head up the initial
planning team.

Now, on the local level, the
Metropolitan Criminal Investigation

that after five months, no leads have
developed in the much -publicized,

axe -slaying of Linda Gaines.

Public Information Officer Charles
Malloy says the division is still

conducting... an intensive
investigation, and will continue to do

case is solved.

And the Public Service Commission has
announced that Central Gas Company has

been turned down in its bid for an
initial rate increase for both

and commercial customers.

Hi.

You look like a girl who's never met a
man in a tree before.

There's a precedent, you know.

Maid Marian and Mr. Hood, I think.

Beautiful animal.

I feel his name is...

Shatterfax.

Like the great winged horse, Gandalf the
Magnificent rode across the winds.

His name's Merlin.

That's perfect.

Do you always sit in trees?

When I can't.

I'm just dying to know why a grown man
out in the middle of nowhere would be

sitting in a tree.

Especially that particular tree, which
happens to be my tree.

And I'm quiet because I have the good
sense not to ask a silly and absurd

question like that.

You asked.

I did not.

Did I?

Well, I sit in trees because it's, well,
sort of

philosophic.

Do you mind?

Why should I mind?

To sit in a tree is the only way that I
have to be both a part of Earth and a

part from it.

But when you sit in a tree, you've got
one foot in heaven and the other on

Earth.

Besides, trees have very sympathetic
souls.

Remember Tolkien's tree?

The ants wandering around looking for
their lost wives.

Tolkien knew about the soul of trees.

So did Steinbeck.

Is that actually your tree?

I mean, have you climbed it and
everything?

I guess maybe a thousand times.

I've got to be on my way.

My name's Chris.

Laurie is mine.

Goodbye, Chris.

Tomorrow, same time, same tree.

Isn't she pretty?

She's beautiful.

Oh, there's Alex at my martini.

I just can't believe it. Three years.

You've got about traveling all over the
world. I just can't keep up with you. I

know. It's not like so much time will go
by again.

I'm so glad to see you.

I was dying to tell you something. About
what?

Well...

Thank you, Mama.

I met this man.

Wow, it sounds like old times.

I remember when I used to say that to
you. I met this man.

Is he rich?

Inside he is, but not really.

He's a writer, a novelist. Do you love
him?

That was the question you were supposed
to ask first.

Well, do you?

In comparison to what?

Well, say in comparison to...

Fat Walter, that enormous teddy bear who
drooled on you in fifth grade.

Of the two, I think I love Fat Walter.

Second.

Seriously.

I love him as a human being.

He makes me feel so happy when I'm with
him.

Janie, I'm 29. I can't think of a man
without also thinking about marriage.

I always wondered about that.

Why are you never married?

Well, it's not that you haven't had
plenty of chances.

Even besides Fat Walter.

Are you asking?

I guess so.

Well, I guess it sounds like a soap
opera, but I never really was sure if a

loved me or my money.

What about Mr.

Mysterious?

Chris?

I don't know.

Really hasn't gone that far.

As far as I know, I'm the only one in
love.

He just sort of says nice things.

But I know he couldn't be that kind of
man.

Money doesn't mean that much to him.
When do you see him again?

Tomorrow.

And tomorrow.

And tomorrow.

Attention all units. Attention all
units.

Any unit in the vicinity of 1600
Shackleford Road, investigate a Prowler

Code 2.

That's the house where that axe murder
took place.

Car 42, we're in the area. We'll take
it.

You take the front. I'll take the back.

see anybody. Let's get him.

Oh, it's probably just a wino. We better
go report it, though.

It's been two weeks since I had my
dream.

What dream?

It's not exactly a dream.

Sort of something I see behind my eyes.

There's a railroad station.

All empty and old.

There's a man.

And a crate.

It's all mysterious and weird.

Was it a bad dream?

I don't know.

I think so.

But I met a man in a tree and the dream
went away.

I'm glad.

My bad dreams have gone away too.

Chris, there are a lot of things you
should know about me.

everything I need to know.

There's a garden blooming inside you.

Sometimes people know too much about
each other.

For us, there's no past, just the
moment.

Two human beings sharing a series of
moments.

What I feel is acceptance.

It's kind of rare, I think.

With you, I can be me.

I wore a lot of mirrors.

But I've thrown them all away.

Words, words without love mean nothing.

When you are far from me.

Obviously, he wasn't crazy about the
idea.

He gave me all kinds of reasons.

My marriage was out of the question.

Somewhere along the line, he even used
the word forbid.

My illness, I suppose.

That was the main thing.

Well, what did he say?

Nothing you haven't told me except how
much you've lived alone these last years

and how vulnerable you are and how you
might simply have rushed after the first

man that came along.

Chris, you don't think... No, crazy
lady, I don't think.

What brought him around?

Charm.

I buried him beneath an avalanche of
charm.

I said, yes, sir, and no, sir.

And I was able to guess the brand of the
sherry he served.

You scoundrel, I told you that.

All fair, as they say, crazy lady.

Tell me about the house.

Well, not your average run -of -the
-mill lover's bungalow. It's a little

smaller than the Chrysler building.

We'll fill it, you and I. I have enough
love to build the Chrysler building.

With plenty left over for the Taj Mahal.

We can spend a lot of time together.

When we're not in bed, I could work on
my novel.

Can't you type in bed?

Slows me down some.

It could be a labor of love.

We'll have our nights together.

You know, I think if I really work at
it, I can finish the book in a month.

I'll bring you coffee and slippers and a
robe and all my love to keep you warm.

Many a storm, that old house, and she'd
be good for many another.

Used to build them to last in those
days.

How long has it been vacant? Six months,
but don't worry.

She's as clean as a whistle.

I've had plenty of time to fix her up
from top to bottom.

Nobody's lived there since the murder.

Murder?

Well, now, looks like I let the cat out
of the bag.

Figured you told her.

What murder?

Well, I didn't think it was worth
mentioning. It's just that there was a

here once.

It was a long time ago. It's over and
done.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just
didn't think it was important.

I love you.

Never did catch him, though.

Never seen hide in the hair of him or
his ex.

How's the weather been, Mr. Ballinger?

Don't want to talk about the murder, do
you?

Well, you better get used to it.

Folks don't talk about anything else
around here.

Damn it, Ballinger, just give us the key
and go tell somebody else about it.

It's all right, Chris.

If you don't want the house, just say
so.

Couldn't care less.

Don't see why two people want to rattle
around a big old house like that anyway.

I light two cigarettes at once, like
Charles Boyer.

Really? You know, I set my nose on fire
one time.

Okay, here we go.

Oh, just kidding.

Did you know that?

Mm -hmm.

Like our tree.

You don't mind what happened here?

A little.

There are other houses.

Look, Chris.

You can't protect me forever.

Besides, I don't need protection.

Well, maybe just a little.

Now and then everyone's afraid of
something.

Thank you.

I don't get it.

Yeah.

Okay. Anybody?

Let's get upstairs and get some dry
clothes on. Wow, freezing.

Thanks a lot.

When you work, you really work, don't
you?

I'm sorry. I just want to get involved.

Do you hear music?

I hear great anthems of bells and
celestial choirs singing

Bach and Ragtime.

No, I mean really.

Like little bells.

Sometimes I think it's the wind.

I hear your heart.

It's a two -step.

Have you been running?

I ran down the stairs.

And the reason I ran down the stairs
is... Well, it probably doesn't mean

anything.

There's a man in the yard with an axe.

It doesn't have to be the man with the
axe.

I mean, there are an awful lot of men
with axes.

What can I say?

Well, you don't have to say anything.

What you might do is go outside and
chase away the man with the axe. You

to go outside?

Okay. You think there's a man outside
with an axe?

I saw him from the window.

I'm going to dig to my side to prove to
you that there could not possibly be a

big old bad man with an axe.

Looks to me like you got a problem with
the missus there.

Must have figured I was Jack the Ripper.

What the hell do you want, Ballinger?

Just thought I'd chop some logs.

Cold night's coming on.

Thank you, Mr. Ballinger.

That would be very nice.

I'm always around, missus.

If you need me, just call me.

Number's there in the book.

I'm sorry, Chris.

I really am.

Chris?

Listen, Chris, can you hear it?

What do you hear, Gloria?

The music.

Tell me how it sounds.

Oh, Chris, I do hear it.

music box.

A tiny carousel.

Oh, Chris, you must hear it.

Baby, there's no music.

Oh, Chris, what's happening?

Is it starting all over?

No.

It's his house.

I never should have brought you here.

Tomorrow we'll pack up and find another
place.

I can't spend my life running away from
every little noise I hear.

I'll be okay.

If not, I won't be okay anywhere.

Do you want to talk to your doctor?

No.

I'll be okay.

I haven't had breakfast in bed since I
was a little girl. I hope it's not too

bad.

You know, I was the only guy in college
who ever flunked home economics for men.

You didn't take that.

I did, too.

I finally passed it after the third time
around.

What time is it anyway?

It's almost seven.

Gloria, I'm sorry I got you up so early,
but I made a decision last night.

I think we should leave this house.

It was unfair to bring you here. I just
wasn't thinking.

I told you it was all right.

We're leaving.

What about your book?

I'm giving it to my agent. It's almost
finished.

There's enough there to spark a
publisher's interest if he's going to be

interested at all.

Chris, don't do this on my account.

Listen, I'm tired of working on a damn
thing.

Now, here's what we'll do.

I'll call your Uncle Rick and get him to
come stay with you while I'm gone.

Probably just tonight.

I'll be back before you know it.

And when I get back, we'll go find us a
place that doesn't have ghosts.

Just the two of us.

I'm glad you came by. How have you been?
You look beautiful.

Love, I suppose.

Hi, Chris.

Well, Janie, what brings you out today?

Just thought I'd drop by and check up on
you. See if you're being mean to Gloria

or beating her with chains.

Coffee? I'd love some.

How's the novel?

Oh, it's as finished as it's going to
get.

I'm taking you to New York this
afternoon.

Oh, I'm not delaying you, am I? No. If
you don't mind, I will have to pack.

This place feels really strange.

Is it haunted or anything, is it?

Of course not.

Methinks I'll protest this too much.

Janie, there was a murder here.

Well, not today, I hope.

A girl upstairs in the bedroom.

How? Just skip it, Jane.

Well, of course.

I remember.

There was an ax man.

They never did catch him.

Wow, then it was here.

Well, have you seen anything else? Leave
it alone, Jane. Oh, but I just... Damn

it, leave it alone.

Hey,

what's going on here, Gloria?

We're moving out.

Why? See Chris?

Oh, no. He's been beautiful.

We've been beautiful.

The murder?

I hear things.

I see things.

Janie, I'm frightened.

I feel like a little girl in a spook
house.

What do you hear?

Probably nothing.

Look, Chris was right. Let's talk about
something else.

I remember once when we were in college.

I hid under your bed, remember that?

Then you came in, got in bed, and then
when I thought you were asleep, I

moaning and pulling on your covers.

I remember.

I've never seen anyone so frightened.

I think about that every once in a
while, and I always feel so ashamed.

That was a long time ago.

I don't ever want to see you frightened
again.

Is there anything I could do?

Could I stay with you until Chris gets
back, or you come and stay with me?

No, thank you, Jane.

Uncle Rick is going to be here.

If there's anything to be afraid of,
Uncle Rick will chase it away with a

of rhetoric.

You're sure?

I'm sure.

Well, then I've got to run.

Now you tell Chris goodbye for me, and
then I wish his novel well.

He'll give you a call when he gets back.

Be happy, Gloria.

Oh, I know you will be.

But if you ever need me, please give me
a call.

Promise? I promise.

Prepare his living.

Yes.

How much later?

Oh, no. It's just I had this lovely
dinner prepared.

With candlelight.

Even your favorite cherry.

Of course I'm all right.

Yes, I understand.

Come when you can, Aquarius.

Hello, dear little lady.

That ain't no job for a lady.

Where's the old man?

He's inside.

That's funny.

His car ain't here.

Anyway, let me give you a hand with
these logs.

The men's work, that's what it is. You
can't come in. It's all right. Really, I

don't need any help. It's all right.
Just give me the wood.

I said you can't come in. I don't see
how these logs I'm carrying are going to

get in if I don't come in.

My husband wouldn't like it if he knew
you were in the house.

bad case of the scare, don't you, little
lady?

I mean, you're no harm.

Why are you always looking at me and
sneaking around?

Why don't you leave me alone?

Seems to me, alone is something you
already got enough of.

My husband's going to be home soon.

So I'm leaving in an overnight bag.

You see everything, don't you?

Most things.

But what I can't see is why he'd leave
you alone.

Give me the poker. We'll see what we can
do about this trouble you got.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Suppose you saw fear in her eyes.

Sam, but not that.

If I make you more afraid, I'll leave.

But I wouldn't want to be alone if I
were you.

Tell me what I can do.

I want you to go.

Oh, my God.

in another world now.

I doubt if she feels any pain.

Now we collect our reward.

Oh, dear God, I'm sorry I ever had
anything to do with this. Please forgive

God.

Now we can collect our reward, all that
money. All my life I've dreamed and

thought about all that money and now I
don't want it. I don't want any part of

it. You take it.

It's legally yours anyway. You take it.
You diabolical, sadistic, no -good son

of a bitch!

You take it!

Then I really don't need you anymore.

that we'll ever see Gloria again.

Not the Gloria that left here a few
months ago.

You see, she's in a catatonic state.

The shock was simply too great.

You see, the mind's resistance to fear
is like a tree's resistance to wind. The

wind may blow a few branches down, no
permanent damage is done.

The branches will grow again.

When the wind blows hard enough so that
the whole trunk blows down, well...

That's

a different matter.

But you will try.

Of course we'll try.

But I'd be deceiving you if we gave you
any hope.

I fully expect that Gloria will be here
for the rest of her life.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for your honesty, Doctor.

I appreciate it more than you know.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Goodbye, Chris.

I really am sorry.

Here's an interesting item. The
prosecuting attorney's office announced

afternoon that the brutal murder of
Frederick Willman was apparently

by his niece, former Gloria Willman.

Miss Willman has a history of mental
disorders and had been released from a

sanitarium only a short time ago.

A similar murder took place in the same
house only two years ago, with no

arrests being made in that case.

Well, that should be an interesting
house to rent.

This is Frank Hathaway, and now back to
music.

I left some things in the house.

Boulders and a typewriter. Get them for
me, will you?

Get them yourself.

Is it locked?

Locks never have done much good in their
place.

Left that stuff in the basement.

Wish I could say to you in my own way

Words nobody else

ever could say

Feeling your

warm embrace when you are far from me

This is my true love forever to be.

So be good to me.

I must have all your love for

today, tonight, and tomorrow.