All language subtitles for The.House.By.The.Cemetery.1981.720p.BluRay.x264-GECKOS

Steve, where are you?

Steve!

Come on, I want to go home!

Shall we go?

Steve?

I'll never
come here with you again.

Never, I said.
Come on. I'm scared.

Steve, come on,
I want to get out of here.

Steve...

Steve, where are you?
Please, answer me

I'm scared!

Bob, did you put
all your things in the box?

Honey, you still have
to pack away your toys.

Dad needs to leave...

Bob...

What's wrong? Are you asleep?
Can you hear me?

Mum...

What's the matter?

Mum, why does that girl
keep telling me I shouldn't go there?

What girl, Bob?

The one standing
at the window in that house.

We don't have time for games, honey.

I guess she had something to do.

Or maybe you never saw her
in the first place.

Yes I did... I saw her face.
She was waving.

And did she say anything to you?

She said that
I shouldn't go over there.

Why did she say that, Mum?

Maybe she wanted to be friendly

and she didn't want you to pack away
your toys like you're supposed to.

Come on, lazy bones.

May...

May!

Time to go home, May.

No, I can't go now.

I can't.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Lucy still hasn't made up her mind.

You have a lot of guts picking up
the reins of someone else's research

at its most critical point.

Especially when that
someone else was Eric Peterson.

You're the only man

who can keep this project
from going down the drain.

You were Peterson's protégé
and also one of his best friends.

Now his death is also
an integral part of this research.

Let's be clear, it was always
going to come down to you.

But I know
you'll do an excellent job.

Well, I'll try.

Why do you think
a man like Peterson would hang himself

after slaughtering the woman he loved?

I really have no idea.

And to think his research
was to do with suicide.

It's a terrible tragedy.
And a bizarre one.

- Apprehensions?
- Yeah.

It's scary.

I really cannot understand it...

He seemed like
such a well-balanced person,

he loved life, he loved learning
and communicating. And loving.

You'll get to the bottom of this.

I wish you the best of luck.
Taxi!

I will come visit you, Boyle.

I adore New England.

I'll be looking forward to it, sir.
Bye-bye.

Norman, what's taking you so long?

I'm coming.

- Why are you taking the plants too?
- I don't want them to wither.

- Are you really sure?
- We made our minds up.

The car is already fully loaded.

By the way, have you been
to see Mrs. Peterson?

No. Why? No need to.

All his reference material
is right there in the library.

Well, after all,
he was a colleague of yours.

They'd separated over 20 years ago.

He was living
with his young assistant, wasn't he?

Yes. Her name was Sheila.

They adored each other.
And then he slaughtered her

before hanging himself.

Then, after Mum changed
her mind the 10th time,

the place was already rented

So, where are we going to live?

In an even nicer place,
thanks to professor Mueller.

- Otherwise, you sleep in a tent.
- I wish!

From New York to New Whitby,
400 miles exactly.

- Are you feeling tired?
- No, a little nervous.

Come on. You're going to love it.
Smell that country air.

There's the agency.

Stay right where you are, Bob.
We'll be right back.

Okay.

I'm so late. I'm sorry.
Mr. and Mrs. Boyle?

- I'm Laura Gittleson.
- Nice to meet you.

You could start
to fill this out and sign it.

Sit down, please.

So you both came, in the end.

It's good to have a change of scenery.

Anyway,
I didn't have the house cleaned,

it's been left in spotless condition.

They did tell you
you're staying in his house?

Of course, you've been there
before haven't you, Dr Boyle?

No.

- Get the keys, Harold, please.
- What keys?

- The Freudstein keys.
- Oak Mansion, Harold.

Yeah, sure, okay. Oak Mansion.

Well, how do you find
our little village?

It's not New York,
but I am sure you'll grow to like it.

I hope so.

Bob...

Bob

I'm here. Behind you.

On the other side of the street.

- Hello.
- Hello.

My name is May.
I've been expecting you.

My name is Bob.

My dad is Norman Boyle,
he's a scientist.

Yeah, I know.

But I thought I told you not to come.

Mummy didn't want to,

but Daddy says he has to do some
important research for a Museum.

You shouldn't have come, Bob.

You two just follow me.
That's my car over there.

- Bob!
- Mummy!

- I saw the girl from the white house.
- Why did you get out of the car?

She gave me this doll to play with.

She was waiting for me.
She lives here too.

They will reconnect the telephone
by Friday at the latest.

- Thank you very much.
- Not at all. My pleasure.

- I'll find you that babysitter.
- That's very kind of you.

Goodbye, then.
Hope you enjoy your research.

If there's anything else,
you know where to find me.

Damn tombstone.

- Now tell me... are you happy?
- Yes, I am.

- Norman.
- What?

This house is exactly like the one
in your photo in New York.

Yes, it's possible.

It's typical example
of the local architecture.

There are probably hundreds
of houses like it in the area.

Are you alright?

Don't you want to unload the car?

All done.

Now you have water in the kitchen.

You know... maybe Bob and I
should have stayed in New York.

For God's sake, Lucy.
Stop this, please.

After all, 6 months
goes by real quick, doesn't it?

6 months won't be enough.

I want to find out why Peterson
hanged himself right here.

You'll end up in trouble.

Listen, honey,. I understand.
This whole thing shook me up too.

I am scared and yet curious.

But I need to get to the bottom of this.

Bob's always bringing home that trash.

This doll scares me!

You're just tired, darling.

You should take those pills
your doctor prescribed.

They can provoke hallucinations,
that'd be worse.

It's this house.
It terrifies me.

It's only a house.

The air smells of... death.

Maybe the girl was killed right here!

- This door is nailed shut, how come?
- I'll open it for you.

You know what?

I will open it right now for you.

I'm sorry,
I'm causing you so much trouble.

- No trouble at all.
- No.

Go and fix the rooms first.

Tonight I'd rather sleep in a real bed.
Wouldn't you?

The car gets to the finish line...

Alright.

He won! He's world champion!

Bob...

Bob, look, it's time for nap, honey.

No. I want to play.

- Hi...
- Hi.

Are you Mrs. Boyle?

Yes.

I'm Ann.

Mrs. Gittleson sent me over.

I'm the babysitter.

Ann!

It's alright. You keep the car.

But you'll need it to get home.
Really. It's okay.

- I can take a bus.
- But they only leave once an hour.

I feel like a walk.
I'll do some shopping.

Who was it?

Mrs. Gittleson. She didn't see me

Or she turned the other way
on purpose.

- Or maybe you need glasses.
- Maybe.

- Are you on top of it?
- Yeah. I feel a little bit better,

now that I know
that Ann is looking after Bob.

- I'll see you tonight.
- Okay.

In the last two months,
he had changed a lot.

He came in less and less

and I had the impression he was
growing obsessively jealous of Sheila.

Dr. Boyle,
you will pardon my indiscretion.

Please.

What was he so eager
to discuss with you back then?

Back when?

When you came to visit him
with your daughter.

Don't you remember?
Last October, I think it was.

I never paid a visit to Dr. Peterson.

In fact, this is the first time
I've set foot in this town.

Are you sure?

Yes, of course. Positive.

And anyway,
I have a son, not a daughter.

Strange. I could have sworn.

Mr. Wheatley, you called me.

Our precious Daniel Douglas.

If you need any books, documents,
reference material of any kind,

feel free to call on our Mr. Douglas.
He really is precious.

Everything's the way
Dr. Peterson left it.

Those are his notes.

I didn't dare move
any of his materials.

Are you going to carry on
Dr. Peterson's research?

It looks that way.

Over here you'll find
all the medical reports,

death certificates,
and lists of missing persons.

What did Peterson need
that material for?

That was not his research.

I don't know.
He asked me to get it.

I told him that...
the material wasn't pertinent.

- And?
- Well, he...

He answered that he was doing
a little private research.

- Do you know anything about it?
- No.

But I'm sure
it's something fascinating.

Well...

If you need me,
just ring that bell.

You know where
he hanged himself?

From there.

Do you know who that lady is, Bob?

- She was the wife of Dr. Freudstein.
- Who was Dr. Freudstein?

- I can't tell you.
- Why not?

She's really not buried there.

Oh, I know.

She's not buried there.

"September 24th 1873,"

"Dr. Jacob Freudstein
is hereby banned"

"from practicing
the medical profession for life."

Bob?

Ann?

Bob?

Ann?

Lucy!

Lucy?

Lucy.

Lucy...

Hi.

How do you feel?

Better.

- Have Bob and Ann come back?
- Not yet.

Norman, let's ask Mrs. Gittleson
to find us somewhere else.

I can deal with a graveyard
next door, but a tomb in the floor?

It's just something
you'll have to get used to.

- This ain't New York.
- I know.

Most of the old houses
in the area have tombs in them.

- No way!
- It's because of the winters.

- Is that so?
- Yes, the ground freezes.

Come on, Lucy,
no more ghost talk now.

And, well, darling, now we try
to solve the cellar door mystery.

Nope.

We're home, Mrs. Boyle.

- Daddy... Daddy!
- Hi Bob.

Today I saw
my new friend May again.

And she said to tell you 'Hi'
and also Mummy.

What are you doing?

I want to show Mummy
there's nothing behind the door.

How about giving me a hand?

Let's try this key.

Did you see the girl
he was talking about?

No.

- Weren't you with him?
- Yes. All the time.

Bob found it.

Thanks.

Rusty as all.

Who knows when the last time
they opened this door.

- Do you see anything?
- Just a load of old junk.

- Should I come with you?
- No. Stay with Bob.

Norman! Ann!

- Why did you shout like that?
- It was just...

Norman... Help me!

Daddy!

I see.
I'll tell Mrs. Gittleson.

Please tell her we want to move out
no later than tomorrow.

Yes, very well.

Well, would it be difficult
to find another house?

I can't really say,
but I don't think so.

Don't forget,
no later than tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Very well.

I'll call her
and tell her to sort it out.

I'll do it now.

That Freudstein...

That damned house...

No. No.

- It was inevitable.
- What?

That they want to leave
the Freudstein property.

Oak Mansion, Harold.

How many times do I have to tell you,
the house is now called Oak Mansion.

Yeah, of course, Oak Mansion.

Call it what you will, but
it has always been Freudstein's house.

May.

We have to.

I suppose so.

What are you doing?

- Watching the house.
- You can't see it from here.

Time to go to bed.

Don't go inside.

Whoever you are, don't go inside.

Is anybody home?

Mrs. Boyle?

Ann?

Mrs. Boyle?

Ann!

Mrs. Boyle.

Good morning, Ann.

Good morning.

What are you doing?

I made coffee.

What a shame you didn't come with us
to the restaurant, last night.

Well... At least your parents
must be glad you paid them a visit?

Do you live far from here?

- Norman.
- Yeah?

That girl is a real weirdo.

- Do you think she's dangerous?
- No.

She looks so strange.

- Is it interesting?
- What?

Did you find anything interesting?

I don't know.

Peterson was reading up
about a certain Dr. Freudstein,

a turn-of-the-century surgeon,

who had a penchant
for illegal experiments.

What did that have to do
with his research?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

I guess Peterson
was going off the deep end.

- Honey.
- Yeah.

That's why I have
to take a trip to New York.

- When?
- Today.

I think it's time
I tell you the whole story.

Which is that Peterson's suicide
was somehow connected

with his research
on the surgeon Freudstein.

Oh... it's you.

Surprised?

Well, it's Sunday.
I didn't expect...

And what are you doing here?

Nothing.

Just a routine check.

One of my duties is to check
all of the wings in the library.

I won't disturb you any longer.
Excuse me.

- Gotcha!
- Only because I fell.

Otherwise you wouldn't have.

Where are you going?

I have to get home
or Ann will yell at me.

Mum's out and she still thinks
I'm up in my room.

No, she won't get mad.

I tell you she will,
Mummy told me I was not to go out.

Don't go back, Bob.

Don't worry.
I will sneak back out again. See ya.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Wait for me.

No, Bob. Don't go inside.

I've been working on this
day and night.

I can't eat. I can't sleep.
I can't stop now though.

I got to...

I've lost all critical perspective.

The signs.

The warnings of this house,
Freudstein's house.

That anguished crying...

And Sheila smiles.

What can I do
to make her believe me?

Maybe I'm insane.

Yes, this is all unreal.

Freudstein's house draws me

and frightens me.

How many have wandered innocently
into the waiting spider's web?

How many more are doomed to follow?

The smell of the rooms terrifies me
and lures me on.

The smell of blood.

How many more still to come?

How many more? I want to know.

Know the worst...

Onward... Find out...

Find out...

Freudstein!

His voice.

Is that his voice?

Blood...

Blood.

Not only blood.

His voice.

I hear it now. I hear it!

I hear it everywhere!

Sheila! Do you believe me now?

Do you believe me?

No...

Sheila!

No! No!

Not the children!

And they're on the starting grid,
set for the race.

On your marks. Go!

Johnny overtakes Norman Smith!

This race is thrilling...

He's lost control!

He needs to catch up with the others.

Norman.

But why...?

Bob!

Where are you?

Come on. Quit playing.

Bob.

Are you down there?

Answer me.

You alright?

Wait, I'll come down and help you.

Bob.

Bob!

Bob?

Please answer me.

Help me! Help!

The door, Bob! Open the door!

Help me!

Open the door!

Open the door! Open the door!

Somebody help me!

Okay, Yogi?
We've got to rescue Ann!

Open it!

Ann?

Bob?

Ann?

Can you help me?

Bob? Ann?

Bob.

Bob!

Mummy...

What's the matter?

- Mummy...
- What's wrong?

I'm so scared.

Where's Ann? What happened?

Ann... Mummy!

Were you playing?
You mean she was hiding?

I was racing
and I heard this scream,

and I went down to the cellar and...

And...?

- And they cut off Ann's head.
- What?

Really, Mummy.
It fell down the stairs.

- I saw it. I did.
- Bob! Bob, really...

- It's true Mummy, I saw!
- It's alright.

It's the truth, Mummy. Honest.
I saw it roll down the stairs.

Bob, you really gave me a fright.

Hey!

- What are you doing here?
- What's the problem?

We're closed now.
What do you need?

- I'm looking for a tomb.
- Whose tomb?

- A Dr. Freudstein's.
- Oh, you too?

- What do you mean?
- Well, you're not the first.

Look, I came over 120 miles
to see this tomb

- and I want to see it.
- Well, you shouldn't have bothered.

There is no Dr. Freudstein here.

But...

According to the official records,
he was buried here.

That doesn't mean a thing.

It's a lot of bunk that
Freudstein is buried here.

Just gossip. Now come on.
The cemetery is closed.

Let's go.

Go away, please.

Thanks, Mummy.

Ann will come back tomorrow,
you'll see.

She's probably just gone
to visit her parents. That's all.

Go to sleep now. Come on.

Good night, honey. Sleep tight.

Ann?

Mummy says you are not dead.

Is that true?

Ann?

Are you there?

Mummy!

Mummy! Help me out...

Bob?

- Bob?
- I'm in the cellar! Help!

Mummy, I'm scared! Help me out!

- Don't worry, honey.
- Mummy!

Let me out of here...
I'm scared!

Stay calm.
Mummy will get you out.

Mummy! Hurry! I'm scared.

Use the key like Daddy did.
I don't want to stay in here!

- Hurry up!
- Stay calm!

- Mummy!
- Keep calm!

I'm trying to open it...

Mummy.

Open the door!

Let me out, please!

There must be a way
to open this damn door!

Mummy!

Don't leave me in here!

There's someone in here, Mummy!

Somebody's there! I'm scared!

He's coming to get me! Mummy!

Mummy!

Lucy...

What's the matter?

Mummy!

- Is Bob in there?
- The key broke!

We've got to get him out!
Let's kick the door down!

Where's the ax?
Where's the damn ax?

- Bob, keep away from the door!
- Yes, Dad!

Don't cry, Bob. I'll get you out.

- Who's in this house?
- Dr. Freudstein!

Peterson found out the truth.
That's why Freudstein killed Sheila.

- Mummy!
- Bob!

That's why Peterson hanged himself.

No!

My God! Bob!

He needs human victims
to renew his cells.

- That's how he stays alive.
- Bob!

Bob...

Bob!

Norman!

Quick. Hurry!

Mummy!

- May...
- Bob.

May.

Time to go home, May Freudstein.

Now Bob is with us,
soon some other guest will drop in.

No one will ever know whether children
are monsters or monsters are children.