All language subtitles for The.Others.2001.UHD.BluRay.2160p.TrueHD.Atmos.7.1.SDR.HEVC.REMUX-FraMeSToR

Now, children,
areyou sitting comfortably?

Then I'llbegin.

This storystarted
many thousands ofyears ago...

but it was all overinjust seven days.

All that long, long time ago...

none ofthe things we can see now-

the sun, the moon, the stars, the earth...

the animals andplants-
not a single one existed

Only God existed..

Andso onlyhe couldhave created them.

Andhe did.

Simpson. What a cha racter he was.

Wonder whatever beca me of h im.

I imagine he's dead like a ll the rest.

Those were the days.

M r. Tuttle, you r hair.

Yes?

Good morning, ma'am.

We've come about the-

Oh, yes, of course.

Come in.

I wasn't expecting you so soon.

You a re?

I'm Bertha M ills, ma'am.

And this is Ed mund Tuttle.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

You must be the ga rdener.

That's right. The gardener.

And this you ng lady is ca lled Lydia.

Have you had much experience in service?

Don't let that angel face
fool you, ma'am.

She's older tha n she looks.

Can you iron?

What's the matter?
Has the cat got your tongue?

She ca n't ta lk, ma'am.

The poor little mite's a mute.

But she's a good little worker.
I can promise you that.

All right. Al l right.

The other girl I had spoke too much a nyway.
Follow me.

M rs. M il ls, you and the girl...

you wil l sleep in the attic room
at the top of the sta irs.

And you, M ister-

Tuttle, ma'am.

Tuttle. You cou ld sleep
in the shed arou nd the back.

As you can see, the housework
has been rather neglected...

since the serva nts disa ppeared
a lmost a week ago.

You mea n they just vanished?

I nto thin air.

No notice, nothing. They didn't even
col lect their wages. They just left us.

What a stra nge thing to do.

You'll soon find out there are times when
this house is not exactly a n ideal home.

Hence my advertisement in the newspaper
requesting honest, hardworking people.

Wel l, there's nobody more honest
or hardworking tha n us.

Isn't that right, M r. Tuttle?

Oh, aye. We're very honest.

And very hardworking.

The kitchen.

I have breakfast at 8:00.
The children at 9:00.

Lunch wil l be served at 1 :00
a nd dinner at ha lf past 7:00.

And the master, ma'am?

The master went off to war...
a year and a half ago.

I've had no news since the wa r ended.

Which ofyou does the cooking?

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

Which ofyou does the cooking?

You'l l notice what I'm doing.

I n this house...

no door must be opened without
the previous one being closed first.

It is vital that you remember this.

It is not as easy as it may seem.

There are 1 5 different keys
for a ll of the 50 doors...

depending on wh ich a rea
of the house you're in at the time.

M rs. M il ls, from tomorrow onwa rds...

I will be leaving a set of keys
in you r charge.

Yes, ma'am.

The music room.

That old piano was al ready here
when we moved in.

Please do not let the child ren
thu mp away on it.

It sets off my migraine.

Si lence is something that we prize
very highly in this house.

That is why you wi ll not find
a telephone, a radio...

or anything else that makes a racket.

We don't have electricity either.

During the war the Germans kept cutting it
off, so we just learned to live without it.

Let's continue.

Ma'a m, there's real ly no need to show us
a round the whole house.

Yes! Yes, there is.

Because here most of the time
you can hardly see your way.

It's often difficu lt to make out if there is
a ta ble, a cha ir, a door, a sideboard...

or one of my children
playing hide-a nd-seek.

What do you mean, ma'am?

Perha ps I should introduce you
to the ch i ldren.

M r. Tuttle, you ca n see to the ga rden now.
You'll find tools in the shed.

Yes, ma'am.

You two can start closing the curta ins.

All of them.

Come.

I'll wa ke them. You wa it here.

Whatever you do, don't open the curta ins.

Wa key, wakey.

Now, come on.

Eyes closed, ha nds together.

Let it be, at light of day...

Jesus to whom now I pray.

Blessed be the Virgin pu re,
whom I greet with faith so sure.

Jesus, Mary, spotless rose,
keep us til l this day doth close.

They're still half asleep.

What sweet little children.

Well, what do you say?

How do you do?

How do you do?

How do you do, child ren?

My name is M rs. M ills,
but you can cal l me Bertha ifyou like.

What a re your names?

- An ne.
- N icholas.

An ne and N icholas.

What pretty na mes.

Are you going to be our new nan ny?

Yes, my dea rs. I'm your new na nny.

It's time for their breakfast.

Lydia, go to the kitchen
a nd close every shutter.

The doctors were never able
to find a cure.

For what?

Their condition.

The children have
a very serious a llergy to light.

They are photosensitive
a nd they must never be exposed...

to any light much stronger tha n this.

Otherwise, in a matter of minutes...

they wi ll break out
in sores and blisters...

a nd begin to suffocate.

- It wou ld eventua lly be fatal.
- Good heavens.

- I don't like this toast.
- Why not?

It tastes funny.

I liked it better before.

Well, that's because before
somebody else made it.

When a re they coming back?

They're not coming back, child.

J ust like Daddy.

Daddy is coming back though.

M rs. M il ls, our father's fighting
in a war in France, you know.

It's the World War.

I know, but he's in France.

That's enough, chatterboxes.
Finish u p your brea kfasts.

Are you going to leave us too?

Of cou rse not.

Why shou ld I leave you?

The others said they wouldn't,
but they did, and then it happened.

Be quiet!

What do you mean, Anne? What happened?

M ummy went... mad.

- Nothing happened.
- Yes, it did.

- No, it didn't!
- Yes, it did!

Be quiet.

What's going on?

I want to see those plates empty
in less tha n a minute. Is that clea r?

M rs. M ills, wou ld you
come outside a moment?

I'd like a word with you.

Yes, ma'am.

The postman usua l ly comes every Wednesday.

But I just checked the letter box,
a nd this week he hasn't.

I'm afraid I don't follow, ma'am.

This letter should have been collected
a nd delivered to the newspaper five days ago.

It's an advertisement for servants.
Since it was never pu blished...

wou ld you mind explaining to me
what you're doing here?

Oh, I understand.

Wel l, ma'am, that's exactly
what I was going to say to you...

when you opened the door to us.

The truth is that we just come by
on the off chance.

You know, a big house like this is always
in need of someone who knows the ropes.

You mea n you've served in a house
like this one before?

This may come as a surprise
to you, ma'am, but...

we, in fact, used to work here.

Here?

Oh, now, it was a few yea rs ago.

Ifyou don't mind my saying so, ma'am...

they were the best years of my life.

That's why we come by-
beca use this house...

means a lot to us.

Perhaps I'd best show you
ou r references, ma'am.

No, no, no. Don't bother. There's no need.

So you say you know the house wel l?

Like the back of my hand.

Wel l, that is a lways assu ming
that the wa lls...

haven't sprouted legs
a nd moved in the mea ntime.

The on ly thing that moves here
is the light.

But it cha nges everything.

It's rather d ifficu lt, to say the least.

One might a lmost say...

un bea ra ble.

The on ly way of endu ring it
is by keeping a cool head.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I don't like fantasies, stra nge ideas.
Do you know what I mea n?

I think so, ma'am.

My children sometimes have strange ideas.

But you mustn't pay any attention to them.

Children will be children.

Yes, of course, ma'am.

All right.

You can stay.

Than k you very much, ma'am.

It did ha ppen.

"The Roman governor tried to ma ke them
cha nge their minds afterwa rds-"

"To make them change their minds."
Ful l stop.

- "Afterwa rds-"
- "Afterwa rds."

"He ordered them to be beaten.

But J ustus a nd Pastor, far from being afraid...

rejoiced and showed themselves
willing to die for Ch rist.

When he saw this, the Roman
governor was fil led with rage...

a nd ordered their heads to be cut off."

What do you find so amusing?

Well-

"Wel l," what?

Those child ren were rea lly stupid.

Why?

Because they said they only believed
in Jesus, and then they got kil led for it.

And what wou ld you have done?
Deny Christ?

Well, yes.

I nside I wou ld have believed in him,
but I wouldn't have told the Romans that.

Is that what you th in k too, N icholas?

I see.

So you both wou ld have lied
to the point of denying Ch rist?

You'd have saved your heads being
chopped off by the Romans. That's true.

But what wou ld have happened afterwards?

When?

I n the next life.

The one that's waiting for us after we die.
Where would you have gone?

Where, N icholas?

To the child ren's limbo.

What is the child ren's limbo, Anne?

- One of the four hells.
- Wh ich a re?

Me, me, me, me, me! Me!

No, no, no. Let him answer. Which a re?

There's the hell where the damned go.

Then there's pu rgatory.

Yes.

And the bosom of Abraham...

where the just go,
a nd limbo, where children go.

At the center of the earth,
where it's very, very hot.

That's where ch i ldren go who tell lies...

but they don't just go there
for a few days.

Oh, no.

No, they're da mned... forever.

Think about it.

Try to imagine the end of eternity.

Close you r eyes.

Close you r eyes and try to imagine it.

Forever.

Pain...

forever.

I'm getting dizzy.

Now do you understand
why J ustus and Pastor told the truth?

All right.

Open you r readers at lesson six.

- Can't we go a nd play?
- You most certain ly can not.

First you're going to read the lesson...

then you're going to lea rn it by hea rt.

All of it?

An ne, any more protests, a nd there'l l be
no playing for you at a ll today.

I n fact, I think you ca n study
in separate rooms.

- No, no, no!
- No, no, no!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

But we get scared if we're separated!

You get scared? As ifyou weren't
used to this house by now.

What if we see a ghost?

Has your sister been tel ling you
one of her stories?

I haven't told him anything!

Well, ifyou see a ghost, you say, "Hel lo,"
a nd you continue on studying.

- An ne, come with me to the music room.
- Why me?

Because I say so! Now come on.

Take your book.

N icholas, I want to see
that lesson lea rned in less than a n hour.

- M ummy!
- What?

Give me a kiss.

"Give me a kiss.
G ive me a kiss. Give me a kiss."

An ne, wait for me outside.

You know I ca n't.

Over there.

M rs. M il ls, close al l the curtains.

My daughter is going to
cross the living room.

Yes, ma'am.

All right, An ne.

Da rling.

M ummy can't be with you
all the time.

You must lea rn to be on your own.

Where's you r rosary?

Whenever you feel afraid...

I want you to sq ueeze it
with a l l you r might...

and say an "Ou r Father,"
a nd then your fear wil l go away.

- It won't.
- Yes. Yes, it will. Honestly.

Don't you see that when you do that
the Lord is with you?

There's no reason to be afraid.

"'The House and the Family '

We all live in a house with our family.

The fa mily is usua l ly
made up of parents...

children and their grand parents.

We must be obedient and kind-"

"...obedient and kind towards
other members of ou r fa mily.

"...obedient and kind towards
other members of ou r fa mily.

"...obedient and kind towards
other members of ou r fa mily.

And we must never a rgue or fight
with our brothers and sisters."

Do you have any child ren?

No.

M r. Tuttle a nd the girl, Lydia,
a re a ll I've got...

and I'm all they've got.

Was she born like that?

Beg your pa rdon, ma'am?

The girl- was she born a mute?

No.

You know, I think
I've finished here, ma'am.

Ifyou will excuse me, I think I'll go
a nd see if M r. Tuttle needs a ha nd.

N icholas!

N icholas, I'm coming!

- N icholas?
- What's the matter?

- Why were you crying?
- I wasn't crying. I was reading.

But I just hea rd you- An ne.

Anne!

Anne!

Anne?

I haven't learned it yet, M u mmy.

Are you a ll right?

Yes.

Why were you crying?

I wasn't crying.

I just hea rd you a moment ago.

There's no need to feel ashamed, darling.

I don't.

If I'd been crying, I'd tell you.

Oh, real ly? So I imagined it, did I ?

No. It was that boy.

What boy?

Victor.

Who's Victor?

The boy that was here a moment ago.

I told h im to let me study,
but he wou ld n't stop crying.

I think he's a spoiled brat.

He said we'd have to leave the house.

Did he now?

And why was he crying?

Because he doesn't like this house,
but he has to live here.

H is father's a pia n ist and-

- H is father's a pia n ist, is he?
- Yes.

I've already told him he's not a llowed to
touch the piano. He isn't, is he, M ummy?

So you've spoken to his father as wel l?

No, on ly with Victor.
H is father's with the others in the ha ll.

But I've just come from the ha ll.
There's no one there.

They must have gone upstairs.
They're viewing the house.

That'l l do, Anne! That's enough!

Now why were you crying?

- It was Victor!
- So where is he now?

- He went out through there!
- Would you mind telling me...

how a boy can get in and out
of this room if it's locked?

I thought I made myself quite clear.

No door is to be opened without
the previous one being closed first.

Is that so hard to u nderstand?

This house is like a ship.

The light must be contained
as if it were water...

by opening a nd closing the doors.

- My children's lives are at sta ke!
- But, ma'am, I-

Do not a rgue with me! Be quiet!

Which was the last ofyou
to enter that room?

Lydia?

She hasn't got a key.
I a lready told you that.

Wel l, that leaves you then.

But I was in the hal l the whole time.

And then I went out into the ga rden.
You saw me with your own eyes.

I hope you are not
suggesting that it was me!

Do you think that I would
overlook such a thing...

a nd endanger the life of my own daughter?

You're not supposed to read at the ta ble.

Oh, real ly?
Who's going to tell M ummy? You?

Or perhaps you?

Did you rea lly see a boy?

Yes. He's called Victor.

Is he a ghost?

Don't be stupid. G hosts aren't like that.

What a re they like?

I've told you a thousand times.

They go a bout in white sheets
a nd carry chains.

How do you know?

Because I've seen them.
They come out at night.

Fibber. Where?

- You're stu pid.
- Not half as much as you.

Well, I don't believe you saw that boy.

Believe what you like.
You'l l soon be begging us to play with you.

N icholas. N icholas.

What?

Look.

Why have you opened the cu rtains?

- It wasn't me.
- Who was it then?

It was Victor.
He's been doing it al l night.

You're lying. I'm going to tel l M ummy.

So I'm a liar, a m I ?

Yes.

Victor, come out from beh ind that curtain
so my stupid brother ca n see you.

Leave me a lone.

So you don't want to see him now?

You're a cowa rdy custard.
Cowardy, cowa rdy custa rd.

Cowardy, cowa rdy custa rd.

I'll just have to do it myself then.

That's enough, Victor.

N icholas. N icholas.

Tel l him to leave the cu rtains a lone.
He won't listen to me.

Stop it.

- Get off my bed, both ofyou.
- This is our bed.

No, it's mine.

An ne, please stop putting on that voice.

You be qu iet, cowa rdy custa rd.

Listen, ifyou don't stop,
I'll ca ll my mother...

and she'll kick you out.

You don't know my mother.

And you don't know my pa rents.

An ne, I'm going to tell M u mmy a bout you.

Don't be stupid.
Can't you see it's not me?

Victor, touch his cheek
so he knows you're real.

No! M ummy! Help! Hel p! No! M ummy!

What is it? What is it?

What is it?

She was fighting with me,
a nd I told her to be q uiet.

I'm fed up. Do you hea r me?
I am fed u p with you!

I didn't do anything!

"Therefore, the Lord God sent him forth...

from the Garden of Eden...

to till the ground
from whence he was taken.

So he drove out the man...

and placed to the east
of the Ga rden of Eden...

cherubims a nd a flaming sword
which tu rned every way...

to keep the way of the tree of life."

There. I finished.

Very good.

Now you can ask the Virgin
for forgiveness.

What? That's not what we agreed.

We didn't agree anything, young lady.

Today you're being punished,
and you'll do as I say.

You can't make me ask
the Virgin for forgiveness.

How da re you?

M ummy, I won't ask forgiveness
for something I did n't do!

You told you r brother that there was
someone else in the room!

- There was!
- You're lying!

I am not!

An ne, do you remember the story
about J ustus a nd Pastor?

Children who don't tell the truth
end up in limbo.

That's what you say,
but I read the other day...

that limbo's only for child ren
who haven't been ba ptized.

And I have!

"And Abra ha m took the wood
of the burnt offering...

a nd laid it u pon Isaac, his son.

And he took the fire
in his ha nd a nd a knife...

a nd they went, both of them together.

And Isaac spake u nto Abra ha m, his father,
a nd sa id, 'My father.'

And he said, 'Here I am, my son.' And he-"

Did you look in on N icholas?

Yes, ma'a m.
The little angel is fast asleep.

What a bout Anne?
Is she stil l on the stairs?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I'd prefer to have her
where I ca n see her...

but I can't
embroider in such poor light.

How long is this punishment going to go on?
It's been three days now.

It's u p to her.

She's got to learn to swa llow her pride
a nd ask for forgiveness.

Anyway, it's a bout time
she started to read the Bible.

Well, the priest will be
very pleased to hear that, ma'am.

If he ever deigns to pay us another visit.

He knows perfectly well
that the ch i ldren ca n't go out.

He told me yesterday
he'd be by as soon as possible.

I'm beginning to feel
tota lly cut off from the world.

Th is fog doesn't exactly help.
It's never lasted th is long before.

That's true, ma'am.

Even the seagul ls have gone q uiet.

Anne!

An ne, I ca n't hear you.

"And Isaac spake unto Abraham-"

I ncidenta lly, M rs. M ills,
I've had to put u p...

with the noise of Lydia
ru nning around a bove my head.

She's been hu rtling backwards a nd forwards
as if there were three of her.

Would you kind ly tel l her
it's not necessa ry...

to kick up quite such a rumpus
just to do a little cleaning?

I cou ld n't bea r to get
a nother migraine attack.

I'll tell her, ma'am.

Thank you.

Now she's rea lly gone too far.

Lydia?

Lydia!

"...on the mou nt
of the Lord it shall be seen.

- And the a ngel of the Lord-"
- What's going on up there?

Nothing, M ummy.
I'm just reading, like you told me.

Did you hea r it as wel l?

Hear what?

"And the a ngel of the Lord ca lled unto
Abraham out of heaven the second time...

a nd sa id, 'By myself, I have sworn"
saith the Lord-"

What was that?

I don't know.

An ne, tell me who's making that noise.

I can't tel l you, M u mmy.

You tel l me.

I told you there was someone in the room,
a nd you punished me.

- Now I don't know what to say.
- Anne, I want the truth.

Tel l me if there is someone upstairs.

There. I n that jun k room.

M ummy, you're letting the light in.

She's a woman.

She's what?

Where did they go?

They just ca me past here.
Didn't you see them?

Which way did they go?

Over there, over there.
Oh, a nd down there, as well.

They're everywhere.
They say this house is theirs.

And they say they're going to ta ke
the curtains down as wel l.

Ma'a m, stay ca lm, please.

I will not stay ca lm! For five whole yea rs
du ring the occupation...

I ma naged to avoid a single Nazi
ever stepping foot in this house.

And now there is someone here, under
my nose, opening a nd closing the doors.

Ma'a m, this is a very old house.

Why, the floorboards sq uea k
and the pl umbing clan ks-

- There were voices. I'm telling you.
- M ummy, look.

A boy a nd two women
were ta lking together.

M ummy, look!

I did it yesterday.

This is the father. This is the mother.

This is Victor. And this is the old woman.

What do these n umbers sta nd for?

That's the nu mber of times I've seen them.

I've seen the old woma n the most.

Oh, God in heaven.

M rs. M il ls, go a nd ca ll M r. Tuttle.

Tel l him we have to search
the whole house immediately.

- Before it gets da rk.
- Yes, ma'am.

- M u mmy!
- Yes, da rling. It's a l l right.

Nothing's going to ha ppen to you
while M u mmy's here.

Look, M u mmy.

She rea lly sca res me.

It's as if she's not looking at you,
but she ca n see you.

And she's always arou nd saying,
"Come with me!"

- No, Anne, don't lie to me.
- Honestly, M ummy.

And she asks me things.

Victor told me she's a witch.

What does she ask you?

Things.

Her breath smells.

We have to open al l the curtains.

I don't wa nt a ny dark corners
where someone cou ld h ide.

Yes, ma'am.

You both sea rch the right side,
a nd I'l l ta ke the left.

Then we'l l search upstairs.

Perhaps they're ghosts
who lived in th is house before.

Don't be stupid. I've already told you.

G hosts go about in wh ite sheets
a nd carry cha ins and go-

Now, Anne.
Why do you make up such stories?

I don't. I read them in books.

Wel l, you shou ldn't believe everyth ing
that you read in books.

That's what our mother says.

She says that al l this stuff
about ghosts is ru bbish...

a nd then she expects us to believe
everything written in the Bible.

- And don't you believe it?
- I believe some things.

But, for example, I don't believe
that God made the world in seven days.

And I don't believe that Noa h
got a ll those animals into one boat...

or the Holy Spirit is a dove.

No, I don't believe that either.

Doves a re anything but holy.

They poo on ou r windows.

Have you mentioned
a ny of this to your mother?

Ma'a m?

Yes?

They've searched everywhere, ma'am.
There's no one.

I see.

M rs. M il ls?

Yes, ma'a m?

Do you have a ny idea what this might be?

'Tis a photograph al bu m, ma'am.

No, but look. They're a ll asleep.

Look.

They're not asleep, ma'a m. They're dead.

'Tis a book of the dead.

I n the last century, I believe,
they used to take photogra phs of the dead...

in the hopes that their sou ls
wou ld go on living through the portra its.

There are even grou p portra its.

And child ren!

It's macabre!

How could these people
be so superstitious?

G rief over the death of a loved one...

ca n lead people
to do the strangest things.

Get rid of it.
I don't wa nt it in the house.

Yes, ma'am.

M rs. M il ls, it's cold.
Why don't you come and sit by the fire?

Than k you very much, ma'am.

So tel l me about
when you worked here before.

Did you have to look after
child ren then as wel l?

No, I was in cha rge
of organizing the housework.

Were there many serva nts?

About 1 5.

Though, in the end
there were just the three of us left.

Why?

My employers moved to London.

They came here less and less...

it being so out of the way like.

So, grad ua lly,
the house just became empty.

Everybody ends u p
leaving this da mned island.

My fa mi ly left in the summer of 1 940...

just before the invasion.

That was the last I've heard of them.

I don't blame them.

Actua lly, we left too.

Although, you know,
sometimes when you leave a place...

it's like it's there
with you a ll the time.

I always felt like
I never left this house.

Why did you leave?

It was on account of the tuberculosis.
The whole area was evacuated.

Was that when Lydia went dumb?

Yes, I thin k so.

Though, you know, my memory's
a bit rusty these days, ma'am.

What happened to her?

It was sudden ly one day.

She just...

stopped ta lking.

Well, there must have been a reason.

People don't just stop ta lking.

These things are a lways the resu lt
of some sort of tra uma.

Something must have ha ppened to her.

Did your employers treat you wel l?

Oh, they were always very kind to us.

They treated us just like family.

You know, ma'a m, I th in k I wil l go to bed.

I'l l never be a ble
to get up in the morning.

Offyou go.

I'm going to stay here a while longer.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry I was so hard on you.

Can you forgive me?

Anne?

- M ummy.
- What?

When's Daddy coming home?

When the war's over.

Why did he go to wa r?

Nobody's done anything bad to us.

Daddy went-

Daddy went because he's very brave...

and because he wasn't prepared to let
the Germans tel l him what he had to do.

Why?

Charles.

Where a re you?

M rs. M il ls!

M rs. M il ls!

What's the matter, ma'a m?

The key to the music room-
give it to me! Quickly!

- What's happening, ma'am?
- Come on!

Oh, my God.

I checked that room myself.

It was empty.

- Take these ta blets, ma'am.
- And yet-

They'l l do you good.

And yet I felt as if there was
someone else there.

And it wasn't h uman.

There is something in this house.

Something diabolic.

Ma'a m-

Something which is...

not at rest.

I know you don't believe it.

You don't believe it, do you?

I don't blame you.

I used to not believe in these things.

I do believe it, ma'am.

I've always believed in those things.

They're not easy to explain,
but they do happen.

We've a ll heard stories of...

the beyond...

now a nd then.

And I think that sometimes...

the world...

of the dead gets mixed up
with the world of the living.

But it's impossible.

The Lord wou ld never al low
such a n aberration.

The living and the dead, they wil l on ly
meet at the end of eternity.

It says so in the Bible.

Ma'am.

There isn't a lways
a n answer for everything.

Where a re you off to, ma'am?

I'm going to the village
to pay Father McGraw a visit.

If he won't come here, then I sha ll go to h im.
I sha ll bring him back.

Ma'am, you should wa it
till the weather improves.

I've waited long enough.

Ma'a m, the priest told me that-

I don't ca re what he told you!

I want him to tell me persona l ly!

He must come today!

But what are you going to tell him?

That we have sea rched
every room in there inch by inch...

a nd now I need them to be blessed.

Ma'a m, please wait. It's stil l very early.

M r. Tuttle.

Morn ing, ma'am.

I need you to sea rch the whole
ga rden for gravestones.

G ravestones?

Yes. When my h usband
bought this house...

we were told there was a little cemetery.

I think it was somewhere over there
amongst the trees.

I've not seen anything.

Check carefu l ly. It could be overgrown.

Yes, ma'am.

I need to know if there was
a fa mily bu ried here...

a nd if they had a little boy- Victor.

Now she thinks the house is hau nted.

Do you th in k it's safe to let her go?

Oh, don't worry.
The fog won't let her get very far.

Oh, yes, the fog. The fog, of course.

And when do you th in k we should
bring a ll th is out into the open?

All in good time, M r. Tuttle.
All in good time.

Spea king of which.

Charles?

G race?

You're here. You're here.

They said there was no hope.

They said I should give you up for dead.

They say a lot of things.

Thank you.

Thank you, God. Thank you.

Every night I prayed for this...

begging God to bring you back.

Bring the children their father back.

But where have you been a l l this time?

Out there.

Looking for my home.

You're so different.

So different.

Sometimes I bleed.

Ma'a m-

M rs. M ills...

this is my husba nd.

I'm very pleased to meet you, sir.

He's very weak.

I want you to prepare a hot bath
and some clean clothes.

- And something to eat.
- Right away, ma'am.

How are my little ones?

Daddy!

Why did you take so long?

Hello, N icholas.

I told you, you see?
I told you he'd come back.

Have you both been well behaved?

We've been very good.

- Have you been good to your mother?
- Very good.

We study every day
for our First Communion.

Daddy, did you kill anyone?

Here he comes!

Da rling, we've prepa red l unch for you.

Are you coming down,
or would you prefer that-

When's Daddy coming down?

Be patient, An ne. Daddy is... not well.

He said he'd seen a lot of dead men.

M ummy, when people die in a wa r,
where do they go?

What a question.

It depends.

- On what?
- Well...

on whether they fought
on the side of the goodies or the baddies.

Your father, for exa mple, fought
for England, on the side of the goodies.

How do you know who
the goodies and the baddies a re?

That's enough q uestions. Eat you r food.

You'll never go to war.

We'll never go anywhere.

You're not missing out on anything.

You're much better off at home
with your mummy and your daddy...

who love you very, very much.

And the intruders.

There a re no intruders here.

But you said that there were.

No, I said that there
a re no intruders here...

and I don't want to hea r
a nother word on the subject.

- But you said-
- That is enough!

Can I say someth ing?

- No!
- Why not?

Because you can't!

An ne, stop breathing like that.

You hea rd me. Stop it!

Stop breath ing!

Right! You go to you r room.

Go to your room!
There's no dessert for you today.

No crying now. No crying.

Stop that. Here.

Look what a n awful face
you've got when you cry.

I don't ca re!

There, there.

You listen to me.

I've seen them too.

You have?

Yes.

Then why don't you tell my mother?
Then maybe she'l l believe me.

There are things your mother
doesn't want to hear.

She on ly believes in what she was taught.
But don't worry.

Sooner or later...

she'll see them.

Then everything wi ll be different.

How?

Oh, you'll see.

There are going to be some big surprises.

There are going to be...

changes.

Changes?

Now she's behaving
as if nothing had ha ppened.

What a bout her daughter?

She's not so stubborn.

The children wi ll be easier to convince.

No, it's the mother
who's going to cause us problems.

Do you think her h usband
suspects a nything?

No.

I don't thin k he even knows where he is.

Look what a pretty da ughter I've got.

M ummy made this veil especia lly for you.

I look like a bride.

Yes.

You do.

I need to shorten the sleeves a little.

- You can take it off now.
- No!

An ne, this dress has to be spotless
for your First Communion.

I promise I won't dirty it.
J ust let me wear it for a little longer.

- J ust a little.
- J ust a little?

All right.

I'll be back shortly.

No sitting on the floor
a nd no leaning against the wa lls.

No.

Monsieur, wou ld you like to da nce?

I'd love to.

Charles, you ca n't go on like this.
You must eat something.

In the sky

l don't know
ifit's cloudy orbright

But I onlyhave eyes

Foryou, dear

The moon maybe high

An ne, you need to ta ke the dress off now.

An ne, a re you listen ing to me?

Anne?

What did I tell you
a bout sitting on the floor?

- But it's clean.
- It makes no difference.

Why ca n't you ever do as you're told?

What's the matter?

Where is my daughter?

What have you done with my daughter?

Are you mad? I am your da ughter.

You're not! You're not my daughter!

No!

You're not my da ughter!

No! No! No!

Ma'a m? I heard shouts.

She wa nts to kill me!
She won't stop u ntil she kil ls us!

She won't stop!
She won't stop u ntil she kil ls us!

H ush, ch i ld. Come with me.

You're wicked! You're wicked! Wicked!

Wicked!

How is she?

There's no ca lming her,
so I've left her with her father.

She insisted on speaking with him.

What happened?

- Why d id you fight?
- It wasn't her.

It was the old woma n
with the stra nge eyes.

She was imitating my daughter's voice.

I'd swear to God
that it wasn't my daughter.

Oh, God. God help me.

God help me. What's the matter with me?

I don't know what's the matter with me.

You must get more rest.

You can't take on the whole
responsibility of this house.

Leave it to us.
We know what has to be done.

What do you mean by that?

What do you mea n
you know what has to be done?

Nothing, ma'am. I was just suggesting-

There's noth ing to suggest.

Who do you think you are?
You have no idea what has to be done.

Or do you?

What are these?

The tablets for you r migraine, ma'am.

The ones you a lways take.

Please, I need to be on my own.

Yes, ma'am.

Come, child.

An ne told me everything.

I wish I had an explanation,
but I haven't.

At first, I thought there was
someone else in the house.

Even thought that there were ghosts.

I'm not talking a bout the ghosts.

I'm ta lking about what happened that day.

- I don't know what you're talking a bout.
- Tell me it's not true.

Tel l me what ha ppened.

Happened?

I don't know what ca me over me that day.

The servants had left du ring the night.

They had n't the cou rage
to tell me to my face.

And they knew...

that I cou ldn't leave the house.

They knew.

An ne.

An ne, what ha ppened?

She hit me.

She went mad like she did that day.

Do you remember?

No.

You must forgive me, Charles.

Not me. The ch i ldren.

They know that I love them.

They know I'd never hu rt them.
I'd die first.

What a re you going to do?

Are you angry with me?

I just came back to say good-bye
to my wife a nd ch i ldren.

- Now I must go.
- Go where?

To the front.

No. The wa r's over.

The war is not over.

What a re you ta lking about?

You're not going. Do you hear me?

You left us once a lready. You can't go!

Why?

Why d id you have to go to that stupid wa r
that had noth ing to do with us?

Why cou ld n't you have stayed here
like the others did?

- The others su rrendered.
- We al l surrendered!

The whole isla nd was occupied!

What did you expect?

What were you trying to prove
by going to war?

Your place was here with us...

with your family.

I loved you.

That was enough for me.

Living in this da rkness...

in this prison.

But not for you.

I wasn't enough for you.

That's why you left.

It wasn't just the war.

You want to leave me, don't you?

Grace.

Anne!

N icholas!

What's happened?

Oh, my God!

Wait! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

No! No!

Where a re the cu rtains?

M rs. M il ls!

Let me see. Let me see.

Are you all right? You're a ll right?

I want my daddy!

Daddy's gone.

It's not true!

Yes, it is.

It is true.

I love you, M u mmy.

Find the curtains.

Who was it? Who did this?

Tell me!

Tell me!

You know what's happening here!

You know because it happened to you too!

You'l l tell me. You'll write it down.

Write it down! Please!

That attitude won't solve a nything, ma'am.

Anyway, she ca n't write.

- Where a re they?
- What?

The curtains!

The cu rtains
my children's lives depend on!

Someone has taken the curtains!

I have noticed, ma'am.

There's no need for you
to raise your voice.

M r. Tuttle.
I was just on the point of ca lling you.

Did you know that someone
has taken a ll the curtains?

The curtains?

Oh, dear.

Why shou ld a nyone wa nt
to take al l the cu rtains?

To let some daylight
into this house, I imagine.

Daylight. Of course.

Someone wa nts to kil l my children.

Why do you think
that the daylight wou ld kil l them?

Are you mad?

I told you. I a lready told you!

The children are photosensitive!
The light wil l kill them!

Yes, but that was before.

The condition cou ld have
clea red up by itself.

Ifyou never expose them to daylight...

how do you know they're not cured?

My sister-in-law used to get
terrible attacks of rheu matism...

in her legs a nd back.

Then one fine day...

they disa ppeared.

I a m going to find those curta ins.

And when you have finished helping me
ha ng them, you wil l leave th is house!

And what about the master, ma'a m?

What has he got to say about all of this?

G ive me your keys.

I want your keys now!

I know what you want.

You want to frighten us. You want
to get us out- me and my children.

You've wa nted to ta ke over th is house
ever since the first day you arrived.

Now you give me those keys.
I wil l not ask again.

You shou ld try a nd ca lm down, ma'am.

Give me the keys.

G ive them to me.

And now get out of here.

You know something, M r. Tuttle?

I think I've reached the end of my tether.

What a bout you?

Oh, yes.

Definitely.

We'd better go
a nd u ncover the gravestones.

What's M u mmy doing?

I've al ready told you. She's gone mad.

- Lia r.
- She's gone mad.

Liar, lia r!

- She's gone mad! She's gone mad!
- Lia r, lia r, liar!

N ighttime.

Where a re you going?

I've had enough.

I'm going to the woods to look for Daddy.

Are you going to run away?

If I hang on to the pipe,
I can climb down to the grou nd.

It's very easy.

If M ummy finds out, you're in for it.

Yes, yes, yes.

An ne, wait.

I want to come and look for Daddy too.

Liar.

You just don't want
to be left on your own.

Scaredy-pa nts. Sca redy-pants.

Be quiet!

An ne, I th in k we've got lost.

We sti ll haven't
left the garden yet, si lly.

I'm sca red.

You shouldn't have come then.

Say something.

What sha ll I say?

I don't know. Anything.

Let's see. My name is Anne,
a nd I'm wa lking.

I'm wa lking, and my na me is An ne.

What's that over there?

I think they're graves.

Don't go nea r!

Why not?

What if a ghost jumps out?

G raves don't have ghosts, on ly skeletons.

There's something written here.

- Let's go.
- Wait!

An ne! What does it say?

You must be strong now, children.

N icholas, come here!

M rs. M il ls, please don't
tell M u mmy we've ru n away.

Don't speak to them!

Why?

- They're dead!
- What?

They're ghosts! Please come here!

Child ren!

N icholas!

If they're ghosts, why a ren't they
wea ring sheets a nd clanking chains?

- You said that-
- I don't ca re what I said!

Get away from them!

You're a lways teasing me
a nd tel ling lies...

a nd I'm sick of it!

I'm not teasing you!
I'm telling the truth!

Come here!

Quick!

M um!

Child ren!

Run!

Run!

Go! Run! I nto the house!

Don't come any closer!

Don't move!

Don't trouble you rself, ma'am.

Tuberculosis finished us off
more tha n ha lf a century ago.

Go away!

Open the door, ma'am. Please.

What do you wa nt?

M ummy, don't open the door. Don't.

We've seen their graves.

Go upsta irs and hide.

- Go on.
- I'm sca red.

Don't separate!

Whatever you do, don't separate.

Go hide.

Go. Go.

We've been trying to make you u ndersta nd.

U nderstand what?

About the house.

About the new situation.

What situation?

We must a l l learn to live together-

the living a nd the dead.

Ifyou're dead, leave us in peace.

Leave us in peace!

Leave us in peace!

I n here. Get inside.

And suppose we do leave you.

Do you think they wil l?

Who?

The intruders.

There a re no intruders.

They took the cu rtains down.

- There a re no intruders.
- Oh, yes, I assu re you, it was them.

And now they're in there
with you a nd the children.

Wa iting for you.

- No!
- Yes.

And believe me, sooner or later,
they'll find you.

Listen. Wait here,
a nd I'll be back in a minute.

No, no, no.
M ummy said we shou ld n't separate.

I can't leave her on her own.

Stop breathing like that.

N icholas, stop breathing like that.

Stop breath ing!

Can't you hear it?

There's someone there.

Come with us, children.

Come with us.

N icholas?

Anne?

Where a re you?

Answer me.

The intruders have fou nd them.

There's noth ing we ca n do now.

You'll have to go u pstairs
a nd tal k to them.

Ou r Father, who a rt in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...

thy wil l be done on earth
as it is in heaven.

G ive us this day our daily bread,
a nd forgive us our trespasses-

Why are you afraid, child ren?

Why don't you want us to be your friends?

Come on. Speak to us.

Spea k to us.

Tel l me what ha ppened.

Don't tell her! Don't tel l her!

"Don't tell her."

If I tell her, they'll leave us in peace.

M ummy!

"M ummy."

Why are you crying, child ren?

What happened in this room?

What did your mother do to you?

Someth ing a bout a pillow.

Is that how she kil led you?

With a pillow?

She didn't kil l us!

Children, ifyou're dead,
why do you remain in this house?

We're not dead!

Why do you remain in th is house?

- We're not dead!
- We're not dead!

We're not dead!

We're not dead!

- We're not dead! We're not dead!
- Why do you remain in th is house?

"We're not dead. We're not dead."

- We're not dead!
- We're not dead!

We're not dead! We're not dead!

We're not dead! We're not...

dead!

Are you a ll right?

Yes.

J ust a bit dizzy. That's a ll.

What happened?

They made contact.

All three?

Apparently, yes.

The mother a nd the two children.

Qu ite interesting, don't you thin k?

I nteresting? I was sca red out of my wits.

- Da rling, ca lm down.
- No.

So fa r, we have ha nd led
this matter you r way...

but now you listen to me.

We can't possibly stay
in th is house any longer.

It is q uite clea r that these beings
do not want us to live here.

- We don't know anything a bout them yet.
- Yes, we do.

We know the woma n went mad...

smothered her two child ren
and then shot herself.

That's quite enough. Think of ou r son.

There's nothing wrong with Victor.

Yes, there is! He has nightmares.

He says he has seen that girl.

And even this lady
has been possessed by her.

Please, let us leave this house.

All right.

We will leave tomorrow morning.

Oh, thank God for that.

I'll just go a nd check on Victor.

Once again, tha nk you so much for coming.

A pleasure. I hope
we've been of some help.

Oh, yes, of course.

Though I must ad mit-

At first, I cou ld n't understa nd...

what the pi llow was doing in my ha nds...

a nd why you didn't move.

But then I knew.

It had happened.

I'd killed my children.

I got the rifle.

I put it to my forehead.

And I pul led the trigger.

Nothing.

Then I heard you r laughter in the bedroom.

You were playing with the pillows
as if nothing had happened.

And I thought...

the Lord, in h is great mercy...

was giving me... a nother chance...

telling me...

"Don't give up.

Be strong.

Be a good mother...

for them."

But now-

Now-

What does al l this mean?

Where a re we?

Young Lyd ia said the very same thing...

when she realized
the three of us were dead.

And that was the last time she ever spoke.

But I couldn't tel l you that before now.

Sha l l I make us a nice cup of tea, ma'a m?

The intruders are leaving,
but others wi ll come.

Now, sometimes we'l l sense them.

Other times, we won't.

But that's the way it's a lways been.

Ma'am.

M ummy.

Daddy died in the war, didn't he?

Yes.

Will we ever see h im again?

I don't know.

If we're dead, where's limbo?

I don't know if there even is a limbo.

I'm no wiser tha n you are.

But I do know that I love you.

I've a lways loved you.

And this house is ours.

You say it with me.

- This house is ours.
- The house is ours.

- This house is ours.
- This house is ours.

This house is ours.

This house is ours.

This house is ours. This house is ours.

This house is ours.

This house is ours.

M ummy, look.

It doesn't h urt anymore.

No one can make us leave this house.

Come along, Victor.