All language subtitles for House on Haunted Hill.1959.DVDRip.X-264.Duat-CG.EN

The ghosts are moving tonight.
Restless, hungry.

May l introduce myself?

l'm Watson Pritchard.

ln just a minute l'll show you
the only really haunted house in the world.

Since it was built a century ago,
seven people, including my brother...

...have been murdered in it.

Since then, l've owned the house.

l've only spent one night there,
and when they found me in the morning...

...l was almost dead.

l'm Frederick Loren.

l've rented the ''House on Haunted Hill''
tonight so that my wife can give a party...

...a haunted house party.

She's so amusing.

There'll be food and drink and ghosts.

And perhaps even a few murders.
You are all invited.

lf any of you will spend the next 12 hours
in this house...

...l'll give you each $10,000...

...or your next of kin
in case you don't survive.

But here come our other guests.

It was my wife's idea to have our guests
come in funeral cars.

She's so amusing.

Her sense of humor is,
shall we say, original.

I dreamed up the hearse.

It's empty now, but after a night in
the ''House on Haunted Hill,'' who knows?

This is Lance Schroeder, a test pilot,
so, no doubt, a brave man.

But don't you think you can be
much braver if you're paid for it?

And I happen to know that Lance needs
the $10,000 I'll give him...

...if he's brave enough to stay all night.

This is Ruth Bridges. You've no doubt
read her column in the newspapers.

She says her reason for coming
to the party...

...is to write a feature article on ghosts.

She's also desperate for money...gambles.

You've already met Watson Pritchard.
A man living in mortal fear of a house...

...and yet he is risking his life
to spend another night here.

I wonder why.

He says for money.

This is Dr. David Trent, a psychiatrist.

He claims that my ghosts
will help his work on hysteria...

...but don't you see a little touch
of greed there...

...around the mouth and eyes?

This is Nora Manning. I picked her
from the thousands of people...

...who work for me because she needed
the $10,000 more than most.

Supports her whole family.

Isn't she pretty?

The party's starting now...

...and you have until midnight
to find the ''House on Haunted Hill.''

Well, where is everybody?

lt isn't a very warm welcome, is it?

Only the ghosts in this house
are glad we're here.

Are we all strangers to each other?

-Don't you two know each other?
-l'm afraid l don't even know your name.

-l'm Nora Manning.
-Lance Schroeder.

ls Frederick Loren a friend of yours?

l've heard of him but l've never met him.

l work for one of his companies
but l've never seen him.

l've never met the man either.
Just a phone call. Do you know him?

No.

Then you're the only one of us who does.

l don't know him. All the details about
renting the house were done by mail.

-He's quite wealthy, isn't he?
-Millions.

And five wives, l believe.

Four, l think, so far.

A $50,000 party for only five people
is a little steep, even for a millionaire.

lf l were going to haunt anybody...

...this would certainly be
the house l'd do it in.

Who closed the door?

This thing is made of solid steel.

Annabelle, our guests are here
and, fortunately, still alive.

ls your face on yet?

Dust and dirt everywhere,
and the water barely trickles.

-Couldn't you have had the place cleaned?
-Atmosphere, darling.

You know how ghosts are,
they never tidy up.

That's a very fetching outfit,
but hardly suitable for a party.

l'm not going to the party.

The spend-the-night ghost party
was your idea, remember?

Since it's going to cost me $50,000,
l want you to have fun.

The party was my idea
until you invited all the guests.

Why all these strangers?
Why none of our friends?

Friends? Do we have any friends?

No, your jealousy took care of that.

l had a reason for inviting each guest.
l wanted kind of a cross-section...

...from psychiatrist to typist...

...and from drunk to jet pilot.

They share one thing:
they all need money.

Now let's see if they're brave enough
to earn it.

And you call this a party?

Could be.

Why do you always do that?
lt spoils the champagne.

lt might explode.

lt never does.

Will you guarantee that?

That isn't funny, Frederick.

Make a good headline:

''Playboy Kills Wife With Champagne Cork.''

Will you join me?

No, thank you.

Just a sip? Might improve your humor.

My humor is fine, thanks.

And l haven't poisoned it.

lt's always good to know that.

Have some. You'll enjoy the party more.

Go on.

Your trust is so touching.
And l am not going to the party.

Of all my wives, you're the least agreeable.

But still alive.

Would you go away for $1,000,000,
tax-free?

-You want it all, don't you?
-l deserve it all.

Your jealousy isn't tax-free
and your possessiveness is maddening.

lf ever a man had grounds for divorce....

But can't prove them.

The time will come.
You'll slip up one of these days.

Think so?

lf l live long enough.

You remember the fun we had
when you poisoned me?

''Something you ate,'' the doctor said.

Yes, arsenic on the rocks.

Annabelle, you'd do it again if you thought
you could get way with it, wouldn't you?

Darling, what makes you think that?

Something about you.

l hear that hanging is very uncomfortable,
in case you get any more ideas.

And don't let the ghosts and the ghouls
disturb you, darling.

Darling, the only ghoul in the house is you.

And don't sit up all night thinking of ways
to get rid of me. lt makes wrinkles.

This is what she used on my brother
and her sister. Hacked them to pieces.

We found parts of the bodies
all over the house...

...in places you wouldn't think.

The funny thing is the heads
have never been found.

Hands and feet and things like that,
but no heads.

The wife, in a rage, threatened her husband
with a knife...

...and then, hysterically,
took a swing at him...

-...and went on from there.
-She certainly went on.

How many people did she kill,
Mr. Pritchard?

Only two. Her husband and her sister.
No one else was here.

So there are two loose heads
just floating around in here somewhere?

You can hear them at night.

They whisper to each other, and then cry.

Since our host isn't here,
would anyone care to mix me a drink?

Certainly. What will you have?

Good evening.

l'm your host, Frederick Loren.

Since we're all strangers to each other,
let's get acquainted with a drink, shall we?

Mr. Loren...

...l advise you to call this party off now.

The ghosts are already moving.
And that's a bad sign.

Let me apologize for my wife.
She'll join us later. What will you have?

Scotch and....

-Doctor?
-l'll have the same.

Now, before the party begins,
let's go over the details.

The caretakers will leave at midnight,
locking us in here...

...until they come back in the morning.

Once the door is locked,
there is no way out.

The windows have bars
that a jail would be proud of...

...and the only door to the outside
locks like a vault.

There is no electricity, no phone...

...no one within miles.

So, no way to call for help.

Like a coffin.

So, if any of you decide not to stay
for the party...

...you must let me know before midnight.

Of course if you leave,
l shan't be able to pay you anything.

l'm interested in your reasons
for this party...

...aside from pleasant company.

Ghosts, Doctor.

l think everyone wonders
what they would do if they saw a ghost.

And now my wife has given us all
the opportunity to find out.

Amusing. Ghosts, etcetera,
being only creations of hysteria...

...your party should be a success.

Well, Pritchard, here,
promises us genuine ghosts.

Seven now...

...and maybe more before morning.

That's cheerful.

Four men have been murdered
in this house. And three women.

You planned your party very well,
Mr. Loren.

Four of us are men, three are women.

A ghost for everybody.

Why don't you take us
on a tour through the house...

...and let's see what happens?

See that stain?

Blood.

A young girl was killed here...

...and whatever got her wasn't human.
Don't stand there!

What do you mean? Where?

lt's too late. They've marked you.

Ridiculous! The roof probably leaks.

That must be what it is.
Who would want to haunt me?

l would say any self-respecting male ghost.

l hope it doesn't come back.

-Mr. Pritchard, you're the life of the party.
-He hasn't even started yet.

Wasn't there a man who threw his wife
into a wine vat or something?

That was in the cellar.

There's been a murder
almost every place in this house.

All this belonged to a Mr. Norton...

...who didn't die here.
He was electrocuted later.

Mr. Norton did a good deal
of experimenting with wines...

...but his wife didn't think
it was any good...

...so he filled the vat with acid
and threw her in.

She was supposed to stay down...

...but the bones came up.

lt's a funny thing...

...but none of the murders here
were just ordinary...

...just shooting, or stabbing.

They've all been sort of wild...

...violent, and different.

Look out!

Thank God she didn't fall in.

You mean there's still acid in there?

lt destroys everything with hair and flesh...

...just leaves the bones.

My, it's dry and dusty down here.

There's a cure for that upstairs.

Come on.

How did you get invited to this party?

No, let 'em go on.

l mean, what'd he tell you?

Mr. Loren said everybody'd get $10,000.

But he didn't say anything
about being locked in.

No.

He just made a deal with me on the phone,
but nothing about having to stay.

Aren't you going to stay?

lf l don't, l lose $10,000.

l'm going to stay, too.

$10,000!

Yeah.

Do you believe in ghosts?

l don't know.

Well, l agree with what that doc says,
you can spook yourself.

l've done it in planes,
seen things that weren't really there.

Or, were they?

What are you going to do
with your $10,000, if we get it?

What do you mean, ''if we get it''?
Won't he pay us if we stay?

Sure he will.

$10,000 is no more to him
than a nickel is to us.

We were in an automobile accident...

...and now l'm the only one in the family
who can make any money.

Boy, l've never seen so many doors.

Closet.

Bottles.

Does it go anywhere?

Lance!

Lance!

Help me, please! Lance is gone!
And there's a ghost!

-See what l mean?
-Please, come on!

Did she say Lance was gone?
Gone where?

We'll have to break it down. lt's locked.

Locked?

Are you all right?

Nothing that money won't cure.

l must've bumped my head.

The only way you could bump your head
in here is to run head-on into the wall.

You didn't do that, did you?

Let's get a bandage on that.

l wonder why they didn't kill him.

Who?

He didn't bump his head, they hit him.

They?

Nora, when you came in
you said something about a ghost.

There was something.

What did it look like?

Well, it was wearing a black thing
that went all the way to the floor.

Weren't you a little frightened at the time?

Yes.

That, Mr. Loren, is hysteria.

Then how do you explain
what happened to Lance?

Was that hysteria, too?

-You better get that checked in a day or so.
-Thanks, Doc.

Wait for me in the hall.

The ghosts are coming closer, Mr. Loren.

You really believe in your pet ghosts,
don't you, Pritchard?

Before the night's over, you will too.

-Would you like a drink, Lance?
-No, thanks.

l'd like one. Scotch and....

Mr. Loren, are you really going to pay
anyone who stays all night?

Certainly. $10,000.

Will there be much red tape, delay?

ln a hurry, dear?

Frankly, yes.

Or frantically.

There you are, my dear.

Someone or something was in here
when l came in.

But where?

And if the door was locked,
how did it get out?

What you saw might have been a ghost,
but what was here with me was no ghost.

l don't know, l was so scared.

That sound different to you?

Yes.

Three, six, nine, twelve.

Twelve feet.

Three, six....

l'm going to knock on the other wall.
When you hear me, you knock on this wall.

Tap lower down.

Oh, Lance! l saw it again!

Where did it come from?

From in here.

lf it ran out of here, l'd have seen it.

Lance, it doesn't run, it just floats.

Yeah, but why didn't l see it?

You don't believe me!

How can l?

l'm Annabelle Loren.

You must be Miss Manning?

l realize this is a very unusual
and l'm afraid very dull party.

Wouldn't you like to freshen up?

This is your room.

Depressing, isn't it?

l doubt if l'll spend much time here.

lt's going to rain.

Perfect atmosphere
for my husband's party.

Why did you come here?

He said he'd give me $10,000.

Why did he pick you?

l don't know.

My supervisor just came
and said l'd been invited.

How long have you known my husband?

l just met him tonight.

So?

Why you?

What were you doing wandering around
by yourself?

Well, l was in the cellar with Lance,
Mr. Schroeder.

l just left, that's all.

Don't do it again.

Don't go anywhere in this house
by yourself.

Now fix your face, and l'll come by for you
in a few minutes.

But l--

You're in danger.

We all are.

But who?

l hope for your sake you never find out.

l'm Annabelle Loren.
Were you looking for something?

Not exactly.

-Are you the doctor?
-No, l'm Lance Schroeder.

The pilot. You've hurt yourself.

lt's just a bump on the head.

Which is my room?

l believe this is it.

Thank you, Mrs. Loren.

Annabelle, Lance.

You were with the young girl in the cellar.
Why was she so upset?

Was she?

And you don't look like the type
to go around bumping his head.

What really happened, Lance?

Well, Nora thought she saw a ghost
but l didn't see anything.

She was just frightened, then.

And mad at me, l think.
l kidded her about it.

l wouldn't joke about anything else
that happens here tonight.

Now don't tell me
you're taking all this seriously?

Aren't you?

Well, l'd like to find out what hit me.

Lance...

...if l need help, may l count on you?

Sure, l guess so.

Look, what's going on here anyway?
l mean, what is with this party bit?

This is no party. He's planning something.

Your husband?

l wish l knew what it was.

lt must be pretty big
if he's going to lay out $50,000.

The money doesn't mean anything.

He has a reason for getting us all up here
to this dreadful old house.

What for? He doesn't even know us.

Maybe that's exactly why you're here.

Well, what can he get away with?

He thinks that big money like his
can get away with anything.

You know of course
that l'm his fourth wife.

The first simply disappeared.
The other two died.

Lance, l don't want to join them.

You mean he...?

His doctor said they died of heart attacks...

...two girls in their 20s.

What can he do?

My husband is sometimes insane
with jealousy.

Nothing matters to him then.

Please be careful.

Would he hurt you?

He would kill me if he could.

Annabelle, you're missing all the fun.

Nora Manning was almost killed
by a falling chandelier.

The pilot bashed his head in.

ls he badly hurt?

The saturnine psychiatrist
bandaged him up.

Don't you want to go and console him,
as you do most men in your fashion?

You're so clever, Frederick.

Yes. l lie awake nights wondering
why l married you.

lt was rather a mistake.

You didn't marry me, dear, l married you.
Unpleasant but no mistake.

Hurry up.

Frederick, for the last time,
l am not going to your party.

And for the last time,
it's not my party but yours.

And you are going.

l am not.

Ready?

No.

Are you ready, dear?

Yes. Damn you!

Would you adore me as much
if l were poor?

All you want to be is a lovely widow.

lt's almost time to lock up the house.

Then your party will really begin.

l wonder how it will end.

lt's close to midnight, Lance.

Okay, l'll be down in a minute.

-Who is it?
-Your host, my dear.

lt's almost midnight, Nora.

We're all getting together
in the living room.

All right, Mr. Loren, l'll be right down.

Come with us. Come with us
before he kills you.

Where's Nora? Miss Manning?

l don't want to stay here!

Nora, what happened?

That's Jonas Slydes and his wife.

They've been caretakers here for years.

She's blind, you know.

l'm not going to stay here!

Well, Doctor, it looks like we have
a real case of hysteria on our hands.

l think she's just a little upset,
not hysterical.

Good evening.

Hello, my dear.

This is my wife. These are our guests.

Ruth Bridges.

Dr. Trent.

You know Watson Pritchard, of course.

Nora Manning...

...and this is Lance Schroeder.

Get me out of here!

-What about the $10,000?
-l don't care! He wants to kill me!

Who wants to kill you?

Mr. Loren.

May l have your attention, please?

l think you all remember the bargain
we made about staying all night.

$10,000 apiece.

lf any of you don't survive...

...$50,000 will be divided
amongst the rest of you.

lf l should die...

...you will be paid by my estate.

When the door is locked outside
by the caretakers...

...we'll all be forced to stay
in this house till morning.

lf any of you decide not to stay,
you must leave with the caretakers now.

You won't have a chance
to change your minds later...

...because there'll be no way to get out.

-l don't want to stay!
-Wait!

lt isn't midnight.
Who told them they could leave?

-They never leave before midnight.
-Well, they've gone now.

l was going to ask you
whether you wanted to stay or not...

...but it seems that the caretakers
have made the decision for you.

We're all locked in now.

But l don't want to stay.

l'm sorry, my dear, but it's too late now.

Darling, haven't you had enough
of this silly game?

Get some cars up here for these people
and let them go home.

But pay them first.

This is your party, remember?

ln spite of my wife's faith in my ability
to do the impossible...

...we will all have to stay in this house
until 8:00 in the morning.

But, we have some party favors for you...

...in these little coffins.

This is my wife's idea and l must say
l think it's rather dangerous.

l suppose you all know how to use
one these things, but in case you don't...

...you just press down on this lever
with your thumb and then...

...pull the trigger.

You see, they're loaded.

These are no good against the dead,
only the living.

Doctor.

Lance.

Nora.

Go ahead, take it.

Miss Bridges.

-And here's yours, dear.
-l don't need it.

lt was your idea.

Who knows, you may want to use it on me
before this night is over.

Throw these guns away.
They won't do you any good.

l agree with Pritchard on that point,
although not for the same reason.

Dr. Trent...

...don't you approve
of our little party favors?

Suppose Nora had had a gun when
she mistook the blind woman for a ghost.

l don't think anyone else is going
to walk around in total darkness.

l'm sure we won't go running
around the house...

...shooting each other, aren't you?

Who knows?

Fear makes people do amazing things.

Mr. Pritchard.

You said your sister-in-law killed a man
and a woman here and cut them up?

You said they found hands and feet,
but they never found any heads!

Would you like to see one of those heads?

Would you all like to see
one of those heads?

Well then, just follow me!

Darling, l really don't need this.

Just go look in my suitcase. Just go look.

But it was in there!

A woman's head!

Nora, l think you're a little upset.
Would you care for a sedative?

Get out! Get out, all of you! All of you,
get out of here and leave me alone!

Just get out of here!

You think it's all right to leave her
by herself, Doctor?

l wish she'd taken the sedative.

What do you suppose
she thought she saw?

They're closing in on her.

Somebody ought to stay with her.

There could be a million people around her,
but if they wanted her they'd get her.

What if he's right?

He's too drunk to know what he's saying.

l wonder.

l'll join you in a minute.

Do you think it would do any good
if you went in and talked to her?

Do you think there really was
a head in her suitcase?

l don't know.

A thing like that would put me
right over the edge.

Would you sort of stay up here?
l mean, in case she needs help.

All right, l'll be in my room. Just call me.

Thanks.

Are you sure there are
only seven people here?

Positive, except for the ghosts.

l don't believe in ghosts,
nor in frightening women.

ln Nora's case, it's gone far enough.
Perhaps too far.

What do you suggest we do about it,
Doctor?

Don't frighten her anymore.

Nora....

What do you know about this?

They've taken her.

ln a little while she'll be one of them.

Where is Nora?

-Where is she?
-lt's too late. lt's too late.

You'll never find her again.

lf you know where she is,
you'd better tell me!

She's gone! She's gone with them.
There's nothing you can do about it.

Nora.

Let her down.

Nora?

She's dead, Mr. Loren.

Your wife hanged herself.

Suicide.

Lance!

Lance, hide me! Please, hide me!

-What's the matter?
-Hide me!

He tried to kill me!

He grabbed me and choked me
and put me in that room.

And then he went away and left me.

Who?

He thought l was dead.

Who?

Mr. Loren.

Are you sure about this?

l don't know. lt was dark,
but it must have been him.

Has anybody seen you since he left you?

l heard some people in that room
but l went by and nobody saw me.

Mrs. Loren is dead.

But how?

Loren said she committed suicide,
but l think somebody killed her.

Him?

l'm sure you've come
to the same conclusion l have.

Yeah, l think so.

Let's all have a meeting,
discuss what to do. The living room?

Okay, in a minute.

l've got to go downstairs.

Now you lock yourself in here
and don't let anybody know you're here.

lf he thinks you're dead
he won't come here.

l'll get back as soon as l can.
You'll be all right.

And if you have to, you use it.

So beautiful...

...so greedy...

...so cold.

What are you doing here?

Wait, don't...wait!

What do you mean, coming in here?

-l didn't want them to take her away.
-You're drunk!

They will, if you don't watch her!

-Why did you come into this room?
-l'm the only one who understands.

Understands what?

Your wife isn't there anymore.

She's already joined them.

Pritchard, l've had enough
of your spook talk.

Get out, you sot, and don't come back
in this room again!

Where's what's her name, Nora?

l didn't disturb her since l don't think
this concerns her.

You're right.

lsn't there some way
we can get out of this house now?

No. None at all.

We could try breaking out.

The only door to the outside
is made of steel.

The bars on the windows are set
in solid stone.

You gotta stay.

l'm not afraid of your ghosts, Pritchard...

...but l am afraid.

When we came here the only thing
we had in common...

...was the $10,000 we'd get.

Now, however, we share something else.

The death of Mrs. Loren.

So far tonight, one of us was almost killed
by a falling chandelier.

One of us was mysteriously slugged.

One of us has been driven
to the brink of absolute hysteria.

And one of us is dead.

Were these accidents?

Suicide?

And we must stay here for six more hours!

Six hours?

Six of us.

Time enough.

Who will be next? How will it happen?

Let me ask you a question, Doctor.

You were the first one
to see my wife there.

Did you also see anything that she could
have climbed up on, and then jumped?

No.

Did any of you?

There was nothing.

How then did she get up there, so high?

Exactly, Mr. Loren, how?

She couldn't have pulled herself up there.
She couldn't have dropped from the ceiling.

Do you think your wife killed herself?

No.

She was murdered...

...by one of you.

Or you, Mr. Loren.

To deliberately kill someone
you must have a reason.

We were all strangers to your wife.
Only you had a motive for murder.

What husband hasn't at some time
wanted to kill his wife?

What husband hasn't had
1,000 opportunities...

...to do it in such a way
so that he'd never be suspected?

l'm not such a fool as to hang my wife
from the ceiling by a rope!

The fact remains that you or one of us
murdered Mrs. Loren.

That's a matter for the police.

So how do we get the police?

That's my point. We can't until morning.

What began as a silly party
given by an eccentric...

...has now involved us all in murder.

For once, Pritchard may be right.

lf another murder's in the works,
let's stop it now.

Another murder!

Why not? Maybe one of us saw too much.

Why should even a millionaire want
to give each of us $10,000...

...to spend one night
in a gloomy old house?

To see some ghosts? Have a party? No!

Have you finished trying me, Doctor?
And is the verdict guilty of murder?

This isn't getting us anywhere.
Somebody killed Mrs. Loren, we know that.

One of us is guilty and the rest of us
are innocent. Okay.

What we have to do for the next six hours
is protect ourselves from each other.

Do you really think--

l don't think anything.
l just know that l'm going to my room.

And if anybody comes in, l'll shoot him.

Or her.

And if we all stay in our rooms,
we'll be safe.

Because the innocent will have no reason
to leave his room...

...and the guilty will admit his guilt,
if he or she does.

And we all have guns.

Then we're all agreed?

l wish this night were over!

Rooms?

Guns?

l tell you, it doesn't make any difference.

They aren't through with us yet.

What's the use of saying good night?

Good night.

Good night, Doctor.

Nora, it's me, Lance.

You okay?

They've all gone to their rooms
and locked themselves in.

Lance, l've been thinking.

lt was so dark down there,
maybe it wasn't Mr. Loren.

lt was him all right. He tried to kill you,
and he did kill his wife.

How can you be so sure?

She tried to warn me.
Asked me to help her.

The doc thinks he's going to try
to kill one of us.

There must be a way out of here.

l'll find it and get the police before he does.

l'm going with you.

lf he finds out you're alive....

No, Nora, you're safer here
than any place else.

Now just lock yourself in and keep quiet.

lf l find a way out,
l'll come back and get you.

An admission of guilt, Doctor?

Certainly not.

There's either somebody else in this house
or one of us has left his room.

Did you hear anything?

Organ music?

That, and someone walking.

You've got yours?

Ready?

You look downstairs and l'll look up here.

Why not together?

There may be only minutes, seconds left
of someone's life. Why waste time?

lt's almost over, darling.

Every detail was perfect.

What's happening?

We've done it. The perfect crime.

Beautiful!

Has she killed him?

Not yet, but she will.

Get me out of this hanging harness.

What's taking that girl so long?
What time is it?

At first l couldn't get Nora
to protect herself with a gun.

After you appeared at the window,
everything worked just as we planed.

You were wonderful!

Just the touch that finally drove her
into complete hysteria.

lt'll be worth all our planning, darling.

Where's Nora now? What's happening?

On her way to the cellar.

So scared, she'll shoot
the first thing that moves.

And Frederick?

On his way to the cellar too.

Are you sure none of them will suspect us?

Of what?

An hysterical girl
accidentally shoots somebody?

Who'd suspect that we planned it,
that we drove her to it?

What about my suicide?

Just a ghost-party gag.

We'll say it was a dummy,
since l'm the only one who touched you.

And the caretakers?

They had no idea what they were doing.

What about Nora? She's not stupid.

Darling, believe me, everything we planned
is working perfectly.

Nora is sure Frederick murdered you.

She thinks Frederick attacked her, not me.

Now Nora's almost out of her mind
with fear.

The heads, the music, your hanging.
When Frederick walks in, she'll shoot him.

lt's taking too long.

David, you ought to be there.

When you hear the shot,
come down to the cellar.

Nora! No!

David?

At last you've got it all.

Everything l have.

Even my life.

But you're not going to live to enjoy it.

Come with me, murderess, come with me.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night, Annabelle.

The crime you two planned
was indeed perfect.

Only the victim is alive,
and the murderers are not.

lt's a pity you didn't know
when you started your game of murder...

...that l was playing, too.

-There must be some way to get in here.
-lt's along here somewhere.

Lance!

l shot Mr. Loren.
He's down in the wine cellar.

-Alive?
-l don't think so.

lt's him! He's alive!

You didn't shoot anyone, my dear.

l loaded your gun with blanks.

l can tell you all now. Trent and my wife
were planning to kill me.

They failed.

Trent tried to throw me in the vat...

...my wife stumbled and fell.

l'm ready for justice to decide
if l'm innocent or guilty.

Now there are nine.

There will be more, many more.

They're coming for me now...

...and then they'll come for you.