All language subtitles for 27 - The Waxwork

Good evening.

This is called
a rack.

A kind of medieval
chaise longue.

The victim lies down,
and his limbs are fastened
to the rollers at each end.

The body is then gradually
stretched to and past
the breaking point.

They were quite droll
in those days.

You see a Latin
inscription,

placed so the victim
can't read it.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

Meaning, ''Now you can be
taller than she is.''

Tonight we are presenting
a play entitled,
''The Waxwork.''

First, however,

we have the 20th century
equivalent of the rack.

Now, please, no screams.

After all, this hurts me
more than it does you.

A guide book, please.

lt is a shilling,
isn't it?

She's wax, sir.
She's what?

(CHUCKLES)
Of course, wax.

lt happens all the time.

That's a comfort.

Would you care for
our souvenir booklet?

Ah, yes, please.
They're two shillings.

(CLEARS THROAT)
l'm looking for
Mr. Marriner.

His office is over there.

Uh, hold on. l believe
you'll find him next door.

Oh, thank you.

Now, don't move!

Please! Please!
Watch what you're doing!

Albert! Albert!

He shouldn't
have been left here.

Albert, he shouldn't
have been left here.
It isn't safe.

Take him out,
will you, please?

Yes.

You really must be
more careful...

Wait.

What are you doing here,
young man?

The public isn't allowed
in this part of the building.

My name is Raymond Houston.
l'm from the illustrated
wee_Iy, Th�s World.

l wrote you about
doing a feature story.

Oh, yes.
Yes, l remember.

Well, shall we have
another look at this?
Come.

May l?

(CLEARS THROAT)

l'm afraid that's
rather out of drawing.

Yes, l turned your letter
over to Mr. Roberts,

our public relations man.
He...

l spoke to Mr. Roberts
yesterday, but...

(CHUCKLES)
Well, l simply
had to see you,

so l took the liberty
of finding my way up here.

Yes, that's a liberty
you hadn't ought to
have taken.

l wanted to persuade you
to let me spend the night
in the Murderers' Den.

Oh, l'm sure Mr. Roberts has
told you that that would be
quite impossible.

l have an idea
for a very interesting
Iayout with photographs.

lt'd be good
publicity for you.

Well, l mean, not that
your famous museum
needs it, of course.

You know,
in order to become
an artisan in wax,

one must turn oneself
into a combination

artist and surgeon.

One must...

One must learn
the relation between
bone and muscle,

the precise strain
which movement places
upon tendons and joints.

You see?

l'd call my article,

''A Night with
Marriner's Murderers.''

Ah, would you now?

Yeah. A heading like that
would attract a lot
of readers.

l'm sure it'd cause
a lot of interest.

(STAMMERING)

l'll take that.

Herbert.

l want you to see this.

She is removing the lines
and bubbles that the mold
Ieaves on a cast.

Well, everybody knows
that a Marriner waxwork
is perfect.

Wrong.
It's the imperfection,

the blemish,
the wrinkle,

the thousand signs
by which nature writes
the diary of a human life.

May l?

Vile botchery!

(SOFTLY) Botchery!

Mr. Houston,

why is it so important to you
to spend the night in my
Murderers' Den?

Well, l...

Perhaps l better
give you the real reason.

You see...

Well, l like to gamble.

Ah. Cards or horses?

Cards.

Well, the other night
l lost a good deal of money

to an Englishman
l know very slightly,

a man called
Dicky Morrison.

Well, to cut the story short,
l gave him a check
which l knew would bounce.

That is a criminal
offense, you know.

He notified me yesterday
that he intends to prosecute,

unless l can pay.

Now, my editor wants
this story very badly.

l know that if you'll
Iet me spend the night here
and write my article,

l can earn enough
to pay the debt.

(SIGHS) Mr. Houston,
you put me in a very
difficult position...

(DOOR OPENING)

Her Majesty looks
rather well today,
don't you think?

What's that, sir?

Each one of our wax figures
gets a beauty treatment
every four months.

And the Virgin Queen
has just returned
from hers.

Good day, Mrs. Nobbs.
How is your rheumatism?

Much better.
Thank you, sir.

lt's quite all right.

You'll notice that hair
is put into a wax head

one strand at a time.

Look, Mr. Marriner, my job,
my future, everything
depends on this...

Now, look, young man,

l can't be made
to feel responsible
for your predicament.

Haven't you
any friends?

You mean, friends
l can borrow from?

ls that your definition
of friendship?

Well, the answer's no.

Actually, you see,

l've only been in London
for a few months.

This is the young man

that you had
an encounter with
a little while ago.

His name is Bourdette.
Or was.

Yes, l'm afraid

he'll be the last
star boarder in my
Den of Murderers.

Oh, why?

Well, any day now,
Parliament will pass a law

putting an end
to capital punishment.

This fellow was
executed this morning

and so obliged us
in the nick of time.

He was a barber by day.

By night, a murderer
ten times over.

And always

with a razor.

l know.
l covered his trial.

l lost a bet on him, too.
l bet he wouldn't
be convicted.

Oh, why do you
think that?

Oh, l don't know.

He used to practice
mesmerism.

l see.

And you thought he might
mesmerize the jury

or the witnesses
or perhaps even the judge?

l know it sounds
ridiculous,

but he had
extraordinary eyes.

Yes, a fact
the prosecution
brought out.

And according
to the evidence
developed at the trial,

he was said to have
hypnotized his victims
before dispatching them.

Really quite humane
of him, l think.

His eyes are
extraordinarily life-like.

Well, in a wax figure,

(WAX SQUEAKING)
the eyes are of
the utmost importance.

There.

As you can see, Mr. Houston,
this eye is definitely blue.

But you have no idea
how difficult it is to get
the exact shade of blue.

Yes, we take a great deal
of trouble with the eyes.

Look, Mr. Marriner,

l don't seem to be able
to get through to you.

l've got to
write this article.

For the last time, please,
may l spend the night with
Bourdette and the others?

(SIGHING)

l shall have to
think about it.

lt's 8:OO.
We're closed.

On the house.

Oh, the writer fellow.

Good luck, sir.

Thank you.

Harry's been with us
for over 50 years,

before we had
the fire in 1925.

Oh, that reminds me,
sir, Mr. Marriner
said to be sure,

no smoking.

The wax, you know.

lt's gloomy enough
down here.

Just right
for these beauties.

l guess l'll find all
the information l need
in this guide.

Well, if there's anything
special you want to know,
l'd be glad to tell you.

Ah, here's an
interesting chap.

Jack Sheppard,
in the cell of
Newgate Prison,

from whence he
made his escape.

Good evening, Mr. Houston.

l trust that everything
is to your liking.

And l hope that
you will be comfortable,

locked in here
with my little creatures.

Locked in?

What do you mean?
Who said anything
about being locked?

But my dear Houston,

you could hardly expect me
to leave these valuable
creatures of mine unlocked.

Well, of course,
l'll be here.

But l'm afraid that...
l know it sounds silly,

but l have a kind of
funny feeling about
being closed in.

Once when l was...
Claustrophobia?

Yeah. Yeah, l...

Something like that,
l guess.

The morbid fear of being
in confined places.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

That's too bad.

Well, l suppose we'd best
forget the whole thing.

No, no, no.
No, l can't do that.

(SIGHS)

All right. l'll stay.

Locked in?

Locked in.

Good night, Mr. Houston.

(DOOR LOCKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

''Torture was widely used
in medieval times

''as a judicial instrument
for the extraction
of evidence

''from unwilling witnesses.

''lt was also employed
as a form of trial

''to determine
guilt or innocence.

''Fifty seven,
Petiot, Marcel.

''Guillotined in Paris,
20th of May, 1946.''

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

Landru.

Morrison.

Armstrong.

Seddon.

Bourdette.

Why, of course,
you're the new boarder.

You only arrived
just yesterday.

''The figure of Bourdette
appears to be moving
menacingly toward me.''

Good evening.

You cannot move or speak
without my bidding.

But you can hear me
perfectly well.

Something tells me that
you are, shall we say,
nervous?

My dear sir,
have no illusions.

l am not one of these
contemptible effigies.

l am the barber,
Bourdette himself.

They did not
execute me this morning.

l escaped.

l was walking
past this building

when l saw a policeman
eyeing me with curiosity.

And l did not know whether
he would recognize me or not.

So l decided to mingle
with the crowd in here.

And once inside,
l realized l had
an ideal means of escape.

As you may understand,
this has been a tiring
evening for me.

But fortunately
your attention
was drawn elsewhere.

And you were
not looking at me,

so l could occasionally
draw a breath
and ease my pose.

And now l'm looking
at your throat.

You have a skinny neck, sir.

lf you will forgive
the personal remark.

l like thick necks.

Thick, red necks.

This is a little
French razor.

They are not
much used in England.

One strops them on wood.

The blade, you notice,
is very narrow.

lt doesn't cut very deep,

but deep enough.

And now, l must ask you
the usual question

all the barbers
ask the customers.

Does this razor suit you, sir?

Would you please
lift your chin a little?

A little more.

Ah, perfect.

Thank you. Thank you.

l never heard
a sound all night.

But when l opened the gates
at 6:OO this morning,
like he told me to,

there he was,
sitting in that chair.

He's dead, all right.

What do you suppose
caused him to be sitting
like that, sir?

You mean, as if
awaiting the attention
of a barber?

Well, yes.
He looks like he was
waiting to be shaved.

''The figure of Bourdette
appears to be moving
menacingly towards me.

''Power of imagination
amazingly strong.''

l'm afraid we must
credit another victim
to Bourdette.

Bourdette, sir?

Bourdette and
an overactive imagination.

But it couldn't have
been Bourdette, sir.

He ain't never been here!

Well, you know
as well as l do,

he was only hanged
yesterday, sir.

Well, look for yourself, sir.
They're just bringing him
down now.

So much for our
museum memories.

ln the earlier
part of this program,

l referred to the commercial
as the 20th century rack.

Unfortunately,
our sensitive sponsor

mistakenly interpreted this
as a veiled insult.

l certainly
want to apologize.

Furthermore, l'm going
to turn over a new leaf.

There, l feel much better.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
before l return...

A moment ago, l apologized
for comparing the rack
and the commercial.

But l neglected to mention
to whom l was apologizing.

l think l shall
Ieave it that way.

As for this
charming device,

it is being returned
to the athletic department
of Arcadia University.

l especially wish to thank
the Arcadia basketball coach,

Stretch Mulligan,
for his generosity.

Good night.