All language subtitles for The.Awakening.2011.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Miss Emerson?

Are you prepared?

I brought this.

Just get it ready. Get it ready.

Man: Life given. Life returned.

Life given. Death lifted.

Take this life force,
consume its flesh.

Open our eyes to what is lost.

Memento mori. Memento mori.

All: Memento mori. Memento mori.

Memento mori. Memento mori.

Memento mori.
Memento mori. Memento mori.

Who? Whose loss?

This woman?

This grieving woman?

Darling? Oh, god!

Don't look away.
You mustn't look away.

Rose? Rose, darling.

I can see you.

I can see you.

Man: Life given. Death lifted.
Life given. Death...

Child: Get off Mel

sergeant Evans, the curtains.

The door! The door!

Stay there, captain.
Child: Get off me!

If you're a captain at all.

Sergeant Evans,
fetch the others.

My spirit.

Woman: You bastard.
You'll kill him!

Evans: I'll fetch a doctor.

I'll manage.

Ah! Ow! Another miracle.

Evans: Miss cathcart,
you shouldn't do that.

Cathcart. Florence cathcart.

How dare you come here
under false pretenses?

Is your soldier boy even dead?

And this grotesque
charade won't bring him back.

Neither will your blood capsules

which you slipped from your cup

and your handkerchief
as we started.

Nor your free hand pulling the
wick from this woman's candle.

As if the dead had something
against naked flames.

You're charlatans.

And poor ones at that.

Get them out of here, Evans.

Woman: Get off! You bastard.

I've got your brooch.

Oh, thank you, Evans.

Evans: Miss cathcart,
when you do these things,

you've taken to ordering
me around a little.

I just think with you being...

What, you don't
want your colleagues

seeing you bossed
by a civilian woman?

Uh, I mean, if anyone was going
to order me around, it'd be...

I mean, if Mrs. Evans
wasn't Mrs. Evans...

But she is.

And she's very lucky, she is.

I won't bully you anymore.
Promise.

Dorothy, no.

You've never had a child,
have you?

No, of course you haven't.

Katie: Allow me, miss.

Thank you, Katie.

It's all right.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Who shall I make it out to?
I'm sorry?

Please, Mr... Mallory.

Mr. Mallory, you'll excuse my
brevity, but this is my home.

Very glad you enjoyed the book.

I didn't.

Excuse me?

I didn't much like your book.

I found it too certain.

Perhaps that's only fitting for
someone so rude to strangers.

I'm a history master
at a boy's prep school.

Forgive my daughter,
Mr. Mallory.

She's not taking on any more work.
She's quite exhausted.

Let him speak, Harry. Please.

Um, I'm afraid Harry's right. I'm
really not taking on any more work.

But you are a ghost hunter
as well as an author?

Well, you can't hunt
what doesn't exist.

Well, that's just it.

We think we have one that does.

I need to change.

Katie, will you show
Mr. Mallory to my study?

Yes, miss. I'll be fine.

You're fine?

Mmm.

We've always known why you
throw yourself into this.

And we don't blame you for
thinking that it will help.

But every time now, all we can
see is the pain it causes you.

Yes.

I know. I'm sorry
I keep doing this to you.

It's not fair.

"May your skin be
flayed from your body

"in the hell you so arrogantly
claim does not exist."

An elderly woman in dorset,
I seem to remember.

Our school matron is
a devotee of your book

and has told the headmaster
about the work you do.

She assured him
you're quite respected

and your book sits alongside
the Bible on many bookshelves.

Miss cathcart, rumor
is a dangerous thing.

Conversations in this room
are confidential, Mr. Mallory.

Especially if
I don't take the case.

Our school is called
rookford in cumbria.

Some years ago, a child was said
to have been murdered there.

Not a pupil.
It was a private house then.

Well, who?
Did they catch the killer?

There's no record. It was an
important family. All hushed up.

Still, it's perfectly
possible someone died there.

So you're here about a death that
may or may not have happened

however many years ago?

No.

I'm here about another death.

A pupil.

Three weeks ago.

His name was Walter.
Walter Portman.

The day before he died, Walter
went to see the headmaster,

quaking with fear,
convinced he'd seen a ghost.

The ghost of the murdered child.

Well, how did he know what the
murdered child looked like?

This was taken 18 years ago.

Mr. Mallory, this is...
This is an old school prank.

As the camera sweeps across
to expose the plate...

One of the boys runs behind the
row to appear at both sides.

He was still moving
when it reached him.

I know.

That was 1902.

This was '03.

'04

1905.

And, lastly, '06.

All the boys in the school
are accounted for.

All of them.
In all the photographs.

Including this one,
taken just one month ago.

Miss cathcart, I can understand a
child running the length of the line

in the 15 seconds it takes for
the camera to make its sweep.

What I can't explain is
how he could get there.

The millford woman.

Either a batch of partially
exposed photographic plates

or the same ghost was
in my mother's potting shed.

It's half-term in two days.

We'll be lucky to get any of
the children back unless...

I'm not interested in the
commercial fortunes of your school.

There have been other sightings.
The boys believe...

Boys believe in Santa claus
and the tooth fairy.

I'm sure some of them
even believe in god.

You don't need me
to tell you what happened

to that generation
of boys, Mr. Mallory,

and yet you don't
see their ghosts

stalking the halls
of your school.

Rookford is a boarding school,
miss cathcart.

Most of the boys
are as good as orphans.

I don't say that just because
of your circumstances.

Well, then, why say it?

"Fear is all I remember
of my childhood.

"I have glimpses
of my parents' death,

"but nothing of our life in
Kenya, nor coming to London.

"Nothing but a feeling
of perpetual black terror."

Your tactics are despicable.

"Fear swallows children
and the adults we become."

These boys aren't worried
about bumps in the night.

They are frightened to death.

Please leave.

I was sent to request your
help and I've done that.

You strike me as a woman who won't
do anything she doesn't want to.

I'm at the Wellington hotel.
Thank you for your time.

Semper veritas.

Latin gives a new school
an air of respectability.

Means they can add
a pound to the fees.

And I should imagine a bona fide
ghost knocks it right off again.

Latin puns. What fun.

"Always the truth."

Let's see, shall we?

You can't wait.

You're that keen that
people believe in nothing?

No, without science people
don't believe in nothing.

They believe in anything,
including spirits.

So we need them. But you don't.

I believe in evidence. Need
has nothing to do with it.

And yet you carry someone
else's cigarette case.

Touché.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Mallory, am I...

Go on.

Judd.

Mcnair: Hey! Knees, boys!

Miss cathcart, this is miss
hill, the school matron.

Maud to you and me.

Florence: How do you do?

Mallory: Maud?

She's taken this very hard.

She's an odd fish
at the best of times.

For a start,
she liked your book.

I feel like I know you.

I've read your book
a dozen times at least.

It's on my bookshelf
next to the Bible.

I've never met
an educated lady before.

Not Cambridge and everything.

Never mind someone famous.

Oh, the kaiser was famous,
miss hill.

L... l just wrote a book.

Maud.

Mr. Mallory told you
to call me maud.

Maud.

Hello. Hello.

Did Mr. mcnair not say
all boys inside, Thomas?

Tom.

Everyone's nerves
are shot to pieces.

I've been here 14 years.
I know this place.

And I don't hold with
any ghostly nonsense.

I just wanted you to know

I'm at your service.

Florence: Hello.

Stop it. Go on.

Howell, stick up for yourself.
And get that hair cut.

All of you, downstairs.

Thank you, maud. I'll take miss
cathcart to the headmaster.

Came with the building.
It's the boys' favorite.

John the baptist,
I think. This way.

It's actually Judith
slaying holofernes.

Story of a woman who stole
into the enemy camp

and seduced, then beheaded
their highest general.

Those were the days, eh, maud?

I'm not in, I'm out.

At least I was out. Now I'm in.

You must be the ghost lady.
Come through.

Reverend purslow, this is
miss Florence cathcart.

An educated woman. Well, well, well.
Glad you're here.

Presume you know
you've a matron to thank.

So I believe.
Glad I can be of service.

Child dying before a parent.
Dreadful thing.

I lost three of them.

I imagine you don't believe in
the afterlife, miss cathcart.

No, I don't.

Terrible, isn't it?

Mr. Mallory will give you
a tour of the school.

I'm on my way to the dining
room should you wish to see it.

Mr. Mallory.

So I'm the guide now?

Boy: He's coming. He's coming.

After supper there's
an hour of scrubs,

that's compulsory
reading to you.

Then lights out at 8:00.

I'll show you where
Walter was found.

I'd like to see everywhere the
boys claim to have seen the ghost.

And perhaps you'd
ask maud to join us?

Most of the sightings were
in here, including Walter's.

In fact, he was found outside
here on the terrace.

Many of the boys are now too
frightened to come in here.

Maud: Mr. Mallory.

She doesn't like
any superfluous sound.

"Ego contemno Latin."
I hate Latin.

That you, Mallory?

Walter was found there.

Mr. broad found him
just before breakfast.

And these doors were locked?
Mmm-hmm.

Did he have a bear
or a toy animal?

It's in the front office, yes.

Could you?

You don't like him.

I have my reasons.
It would be indiscreet.

Where are his glasses? He
used to keep up the pretense.

Used to have a limp, too.
Kept him out of the trenches.

His mother couldn't
bear to keep it.

Thank you.

And this was still on his bed
the morning he was found?

Yes.

Florence: You said there were other
sightings elsewhere in the house?

Maud: Yes. Mostly
in the west dormitory.

Maud, perhaps I could
leave this to you?

Why aren't you at scrubs?

My book, sir.

Are you all right?

Florence: And it's
half-term tomorrow?

The boys with parents in
far-flung places stay behind.

Apart from that, we have
the place to ourselves.

Was he bullied?

They called him "wheezy
Walter." He was asthmatic.

Who were his friends?

Did he have any friends?

Miss cathcart,
this is a good school.

But if you're different,
the wrong kind of different...

His isn't the only
mattress like this.

"Then spake king Arthur
to sir bedivere."

"The sequel of today
unsolders all

"the goodliest fellowship
of famous knights."

"Whereof this world hold record.

"Such a sleep they sleep,
the men I loved."

"I think that we shall...

"We shall never more, at..."

"I think that we shall never
more, at any future time,

"delight our souls with
talk of knightly deeds."

Dowden!

Get it up.

Matron, I presume
you've brought this

young lady to my
classroom for a purpose

besides subjecting her to the
outrageous behavior of Mr. dowden?

Mr. mcnair. Boys,

I know you're all upset
and frightened at the moment.

Well, miss cathcart is here
to put your fears to bed.

She's one of the cleverest people
in england. Miss cathcart.

Mcnair: Stand.

Good evening.

Boys: Good evening.

Sit. Please sit.

How many of you did Walter Portman
talk to about this ghost?

Well, did any of you see this
ghost boy for yourselves?

I did, miss. I saw it.

Mcnair: Stand, boy.

Would you like to come
with me and describe...

It was horrible. It was
on the upper corridor.

Wouldn't you rather...
His face was twisted.

Blurred and sort of twisted.

Like in the photographs.

But he was in pain. Crying out.

It was him.
Please kill it, miss.

All: Yes, please. Kill it, miss.

Mcnair: Silence.

Florence: Pocket premo, 12
exposure pack with meniscus lens.

Sound recorder,
part bell-tainter.

Fumigator for
measuring contact traces.

Can Walter's dormitory sleep
elsewhere in the house?

We could move their mattresses
to the dining room.

Marconi magnetic field detector.

Third of an ounce of magnesium
and potassium chlorate per tray.

As the wire is tripped,

the aperture opens for
a thirtieth of a second,

and an electrical charge
ignites the powder.

What about these?

Those are footprint catchers.

Ghosts have footprints?

No, people pretending
to be ghosts do.

They must hate you.

Who? The spiritualists?

No, the ghosts.

Man: Be quiet.

You'll be quiet or so help me!

Victor, you did the run today.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

What's this mess?

Will she do what they say?
The lady?

And what do they say?

That she'll kill the ghost.

And that one boy a night
will die until she does.

She's not here to catch ghosts.

She's here to catch
naughty boys up to mischief.

Maud: Silence now. Eyes closed.

It'll be dark soon.

Boy 1: Parry.

Parry.

Boy 2: Nobody

boy 3: Likes

all: You!

Man: Be quiet.

You'll be quiet or so help me!

Boy: Shh! Keep still.

Hello?

I heard bells.
Are you all right?

Boy: First bell!

First bell!

Mallory: Next three boys,
please. Quieten down.

Next.

Boys who have been seen can go
to their classrooms at once.

Purslow: They couldn't have
been made with socks?

Florence: The prints I followed
were definitely barefoot.

Get back!

Come on. Come on.

Why are we here, sir?

Florence: All right, turn
around, stick your feet up.

Headmaster.

Parry.

Sir. Parry.

What would your
father have thought?

The night Walter died,
he got up to use the latrine.

He wasn't wearing
his spectacles.

Mr. parry here frightened him,

using this to blur his face.

I didn't.
I didn't do it to Walter.

And last night he tried to do the
same thing to me. Didn't you?

Maud: Victor.

They said if I did it

then they'd be nice.

Stop sniveling.

Mallory: Malcolm, please.

Who?

Them. Scab!

Quiet!
But I didn't do it before.

Not to Walter. I liked Walter.
We shared grots.

Victor. I didn't scare him.

No one knows who did.
A boy is dead.

Wasn't me!

All right, it wasn't just him.

There was
another boy last night.

I saw him down in the stairwell.

What? What?

Dowden?

There wasn't another boy. Ah-ah-ah.
You're behind this.

Honestly, sir. You will
name this other boy now.

There wasn't another boy.
Please!

You will name this boy or you'll
be thrashed where you stand.

Honestly. No, there
wasn't another boy, sir.

Please, I'd tell you, sir.
There wasn't another boy!

Please, sir, I promise,
it was only me!

Wait, stop!

Dowden: Honestly,
I'm telling you the truth.

For god's sakes. You've
done quite enough damage,

you will not do this.

What did you say?

You use a balsam for your chest.

I just smelled it on you.

I also found it smeared on the
glass of the French doors

and on the handles

and on Walter's bear.

You were... you were
there the night he died.

I protest. This is tantamount...

And did he protest when
you found him downstairs,

ripped the bear from him and
left him out in the dark?

I came here to protect
children from fear and you...

You are hell-bent on
making them live in it.

You can't die of fear.

No.

But you can die of an asthma
attack brought on by it.

He was alive when I left him.

Purslow: Malcolm.

He was crying,

insisting he'd seen a ghost.

I thought...

I thought I'd toughen him up.

It's not enough to be
mollycoddled, Robert.

These boys must be strong.

Stronger than us.

Purslow: Malcolm, there's not a
man on earth I'd rather protect.

But the parents arrive shortly,

and I must ask you
to leave this school

at once.

Be still, my soul

though dearest friends depart

There was a chap in a
trench not far from ours.

He used to sing
this hymn most sunsets.

It's odd separating the past
from the present.

The boys are transformed.
You should be pleased.

Semper veritas.

Mmm. Truth comes at a price.

Ruined a damaged man.

Oh, I'm not thinking
about Malcolm.

Nor are you.

I saw you.

As soon as you proved the ghost was
a fraud, something happened to you.

You were suddenly...
Please, Robert.

I've done what was asked of me.

Proved there's nothing to fear.

Nothing.

You left church early.

Mr. judd.

You going home?

Found your ghost?

Another case to write up while
mcnair's thrown to the dogs.

After all he's been through.

You know, I wonder whether
any of us really know

what he went through, Mr. judd.

You shouldn't
talk to me like that.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

You think I don't know?

Staying at home was wrong?

Come down here

and tell me that?

Let me tell you something,
ghost lady.

It's the living you
wanna watch out for.

Not the dead.

There she is. Now try to forget all
about it. The headmaster will.

Getting to go home.
Cakes and puddings.

Lucky beggars.

Still, we'll have a nice time.

You always say that.

Lucky beggars.
You always say that.

Nol!

There's nothing.

There's nothing.

Purslow: Goodbye.
See you in a week.

Check the out buildings
before you go, Mr. Baxter.

There are gypsies
on the tarrow farm.

Your ma and pa overseas, Tom?

Maud: They live in India.

Takes three weeks to travel to India.
They have tigers there.

Goodbye, matron.

Mary.

Tom: Have you been?

No.

No, but I've seen
the lions in Africa.

One of them even attacked me.

How come you're not dead?

Apparently I was rescued
by one of the villagers.

Actually, a tribal chieftain.

Did he kill the lion?

I was very young. I think so.

The villagers took me in and
looked after me until help came.

They called me their "mowa-zee."

White doll.

I wonder what
they'd think of me today,

seeing me in such a silly state.

Tom, can you leave us now?

Were your mother
and father with you?

Were they killed?

Afraid they were.

Tom, miss cathcart and I want
a grown-up conversation.

I like grown-up conversations.

Now.

Goodbye, mowa-zee.

Maud, it was an accident.

I lost my cigarette case.

How could someone like you
want to do such a thing?

I don't want to talk about it.

Don't go.

Miss, something
has happened to you.

You can't leave this house now.

Please stop calling me miss.
It's Florence.

And I can't stay here.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'll be gone in an hour.

I fell.

I fell.

I know you're there, Robert.

Please don't go away.

Don't go.

Purslow: You must be
the ghost lady.

Come through.

Florence: Good evening.

Boys: Good evening.

Man: Be quiet.

You'll be quiet or so help me!

Mr. Mallory, I need your help.

Maud: You're not going?

Some of the equipment
needs resetting.

Tom: Can I...
Mallory: I don't understand.

You have your culprit.
You're doing more?

Maud: Oh, would you...
Florence: No, thank you.

Tom: Don't you like Sherry?

I need to keep my wits about me.

Tom: I don't think
I shall ever drink alcohol.

It makes you cross and sick.

Mr. judd.

You're welcome to join us.

Things to do, matron.

Mallory.

Mr. Mallory.

Mallory: Florence,
what are you doing?

Florence: I was brought here to
explain a phenomenon in this house,

and whatever everyone else may
believe, I have yet to do that.

A collective delusion
has been experienced here,

a child moving through the house

as if there were
no walls or floors.

You said that a child
was murdered here.

What if that was
also caused by...

You're doing this
because of a feeling?

This morning, you were...
This is not a feeling!

This is a thesis. It's science.

Tell me about
the original murder.

One can't even be
sure there was one.

Florence: Something
is causing this.

Mallory: Two hours ago, you...

Florence, why are you doing this?
Florence.

Mallory: What is it?

Florence:
A differential thermometer.

It means this side of the
corridor has suddenly become

much colder than that side.

You said this was
a private house.

Housemaids often
had hidden cupboards

for mops and brooms
and so forth.

May even be stairs
to the upper levels.

I know this.

It's an old nursery rhyme.

Ladybird, ladybird,

fly away home.

Your house is on fire.

Your children are gone.

All except one.

We need to work. Lock the house.

Florence, you don't need...

Robert, lock the house.

This is nothing,
it's a silly nursery rhyme.

I'm frightened.

Tom. Tom.

He wants to get me.

Tom, nothing is going
to happen to you. Nothing.

I promise you that.

Now I must work. I'll be
upstairs if you need me.

Can I sit with you?
I won't talk.

Of course.

I get in trouble for talking.

But I don't talk much.

Did you have any
friends at school?

You can talk to me.

I have make-believe friends.
Sometimes.

There's nothing wrong with that.
Many children do.

I know I did.

What was his name?

I'm not sure he had a name.

Do yours have names?

You're still lonely.

Aren't you?

I can tell.

With the boys at school, too,

I can tell.

You had a real friend once.

And you don't anymore.

Did you love him or something?

Yes, I loved him.

He was a very kind man,
a very good man.

But I was...

I did something very
silly and very cruel.

I think I was frightened of
losing him, I loved him so much.

He was in the war.

What did you do?

I wrote to him and told him

I couldn't marry him and I
didn't love him anymore.

What did he say?

He died.

Not long after
he got the letter.

But you did love him.

That's why you want him back.

Thank you, mowa-zee.

I don't think
there's a place on earth

people understand loneliness
better than here.

You're torturing yourself.

Is that what you're doing here?

Proving again and again
that he's really gone?

Twisting the blade in deeper?

Florence: You tell me.

Why? Is it guilt?

Preaching to me while you
rip your leg to shreds

as if that'll make you feel
better for having survived!

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Robert.

I'm frightened.

And I can't live with that.

And, yes, you're right,
what I do comes at a price.

I hate myself more and more,
but I can't live with fear.

I'd sooner be dead myself.

Maud: Red four goes on
the black five.

Every card has its place.

When they're back where they
should be, you win the game.

And that goes there.

That one there.

Black eight can go on red nine.

It takes time.

That's why they
call it "Patience."

Mallory: She's downstairs.

Tom: Mowa-zee.

Tom. Tom!

Tom!

I know it's you, Tom.

I won't chase you.

Keep playing.

Florence.

Why are you doing this? You!

I heard you giggle.

I heard him giggle. Florence!

You took me to a man.
Who was he? Who was he?

There was a... there was a man!
There was... there was a man!

Stop this!

It's... it's all of you!

You're all doing this!

You, you...

You cruel and horrid little boy.

Florence!

I hate you.

Thomas hill, you will come back
here at once and apologize.

Stop bossing me around.
I haven't done anything wrong.

I don't recognize you.

I thought you were a kind,
loving girl but there's...

There's nothing left.

You're a shell.

Maud: She's very troubled.

You have to understand that.

She likes you very, very much.

Tom: She doesn't care about me.

I hate her.

Robert, I need your help.

He had a shotgun,
and he was there,

and one of these will prove it.

I can leave an Amber
light on, but are you...

I'll be fine.

If you could just lift them.

That's good.

The dark used to bother me.

Later, of course, it came to mean
safety, no sniper fire, or...

Thank you... shells, but

as aladl'd huddle into my bed,

wanting to see what was there but
too frightened to open my eyes.

Thank you.

It's never darker than when we close
our eyes and yet we keep them shut.

Why is that?

Thank you.

The motion's not blurred,
so even if he's moving

one of these will
have him clearly.

Why do you keep your
eyes closed, Florence?

Where is he?

Oh, god.

No.

You're real.

Why are these things here?

What do they want with me?

Maybe they aren't here for you.

Tom, stay here.
Do not leave this room.

No! No! Nol

Open the door.

Have you left this room?
Something's happened to Florence.

Promise me you'll stay here.
All right.

Tom!

I promise.

Maud! Florence!

I saw you.

I saw you with him.

The war hero.

I don't know what you...

I've seen plenty through these
windows making my rounds,

but never that.

Women. Just lap up the
sob stories, don't you?

They were sent, you know.
They didn't sign up.

Suddenly they're heroes.

How dare you!

You did nothing,

and you think you can
mock men like him?

You take care of
what you're saying.

You did... you did nothing
when men gave every...

No!

Robert! Robert!

Whatever happened?
What's happened, Florence?

Florence, what is it? My darling girl!
Florence!

Judd attacked me.

He tried to... he tried to...
I think I killed him.

I think I killed him.

Maud, get a blanket.

And run a bath. Now, please.

Where? Where's judd?

By the trees at the end
of the driveway.

No, go inside. Get to maud
and stay there. You hear?

Robert.

Robert, don't tell Tom.

Tom? Little Tom.

He's frightened enough.
He's the only child here.

Florence, there are no children here.
It's just us three!

What?

Tom: Mowa-zee.

Mowa-zee.

Mowa-zee.

Mowa-zee.

I didn't mean to
scare Walter that night.

I know.

I believe you.

You can control that?

Sometimes I can.

But I don't know
why he could see me.

No one sees me.

I can't make them.

We see what we need to.

He needed a friend.

So did I.

But you were frightened.

When you heard the music
from that rabbit doll,

you said someone
was going to get you.

Who were you frightened of?
I can't tell you.

Please. Tell me, please.

You have to see for yourself.

It's the only way
we can be together.

Again.

What?

Promise you won't go away again.

Mousie.

Mowa-zee?

Look at the doll's house.
Look at it.

No. You started to remember,

I know you did. No.

Look at it.
You'll remember the rest.

Look at it.
I don't want to look.

You started to remember, I know you did.
Look at the house.

I don't want to look! Get away from me!
Look at the house.

Man: Mousie.

Tom: You started to remember!
You started!

You started to remember!
I know you did!

Man: But you go on and on!

I don't even want to look at you!
I can't live like this!

Tom: Look at it.
You'll remember the rest.

Man: You don't know! You scheme
and you laugh at me and plot!

Woman: No one is plotting. It's
just that we can't care anymore.

You make it impossible to care.
You don't speak for days.

You don't speak to me.
You won't even look at her.

Be quiet. You will be
quiet, or so help me!

You will be
quiet, or so help me!

Woman: Your own child?
You despise her.

Man: You're a monster!

Woman: She's not a boy!

She's bright, and she's
sweet, and she's...

Give me a son! Stay here!

You have one!

How do you think that makes me
feel watching your bastard boy

running around with... your bastard
boy running around with Florence!

Leave Tom out of this!

Making us pay because you...

Mommy! Mommy!

Stay back, Florence.
You can't help mommy now.

Move out of the way!

You can't help mommy now.
Move out of the way!

You can't help mommy now.
Move out of the way!

I need you to
move out of the way.

Please, daddy.

Mousie, mousie, run! Run!

Man: Think I don't know
your little hiding places?

Know where my little mouse hides
herself for hours on end?

Little mousie.

Little mousie.

I really am sorry,
little mousie.

I will find you, darling.

You have to go with mummy now.

Mousie.

Mousie.

Little mousie.

Maud: You never said school.

From the moment you arrived,
you called this place a house.

You, nanny.

Tom's mother.

I thought bringing you
here would be enough.

But you didn't remember me,
let alone the terrible things.

I knew your little mind
had blacked it all out.

But one thing kept me certain.

You saw him.

You saw my...

My

Darling

murdered child,

who's lived here all these years

with friends
he could never have.

I was his friend.

We shared everything.

A father,

everything.

But you needed to see.

That's why I sent Tom
to frighten you those times.

To make you stay.

Because I know
what's best for you.

I always did.

Because I raised you.

I wet-nursed you.

I watched you...

Taken away...

Adopted... you...

You were ripped from me
like my boy had been.

I never asked
anything of the world.

But it's a perfect hell on earth

to give a woman children to love

and to Rob her of them.

Little Tom.

Little Tom.

I'd forgotten everything.

Well, perhaps not everything.

"Eaten by lions."

Well, all memories
are a hoax of some sort.

You can't blame anyone for
letting you believe that one.

Mmm.

You needn't worry.

No one will find judd's body.

I've buried better men than him.

You see your own ghosts, too?

Are they with us now?

Your friends.

They look like my friends.

They don't have the right.

No amount of guilt deserves the
pain you inflict on yourself.

They died. I lived.

No, you didn't.

A life haunted

isn't a life at all.

We may as well

be ghosts ourselves.

Maud: Light a fire,
get some glasses.

Someone once told me
it makes one cross and sick.

Tom, what...
What is it? What's wrong?

Mother said it
would be all right.

She said that you
would want us to.

Maud: The loneliest boys
are starting to see Tom now,

but will he listen to me?
Will he hide? He needs you.

Maud, I'm going home.

Imagine what a fright you gave
me going in the lake like that

before you saw the truth.

But it's all right now.

Because he can have you forever.

Everything in its place.

Maud

knows best.

Robert!

Mallory: Florence?

Florence?

Maud: Mr. Mallory!

Florence and I
will be leaving now.

Tom needs his family with him.

Florence? Florence?

Robert, the medicine cabinet
in maud's room. Quickly.

Something to make me sick.
Something to make me sick.

Oh, god! No! No!

Tom?

Tom?

Don't be angry, I just miss you.

All the time.

My whole life
I've never been happy,

not one second
since you left me.

But I can't...
I can't... I can't come.

You know that, don't you?

You're the only friend
I've ever had.

But if I go with you now, my soul
will never be happy, and I...

I can be, thanks to you.

Tom: But you won't need me.

No one will need me.

Florence: Tom,
you must be brave.

Can you move through the house
like there are no walls?

No walls and no floors.

Help her, help her, help her!

Then fly, little Tom.

Fly.

Tom: Are you dead?

Are you dying?

I don't know.

I need to sleep.

I need to close my eyes.

I'll stay with you.

I promise.

Even if you can't see me.

I can.

I can feel you now.

Purslow: I'll tell the boys
it was an accident, of course.

They'll be devastated.
They adored her.

We all did. Uh-uh-uh.

I can only think
the Walter incident

hit her harder than we thought.

Mind you, the cathcart
girl didn't help.

I suspect she wasn't
altogether well herself.

You know, I read
a study last term.

Ladies' minds often can't
cope with further education.

I know you're there.

That's more than
your headmaster does.

I used to play here.

Hide and seek.

She would...

Maud would sit over there.

I'm thinking of
writing another book.

The interpretation of ghosts.

Oh, god help us.

Victor, do your laces.

Hello.

Hello, again.

Actually, Robert,
can you tell the driver

to wait for me
at the end of the drive?

I like the walk.

I always have.

Till Saturday week.

Not seeing them...

It's not the same as forgetting.

It isn't.

Florence: Hello. Boy: Hello.