All language subtitles for Hatchet For The Honeymoon English

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[TRAIN RATTLING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[LOUD RATTLING]

[SCREAMING]

WOMAN: John.

John.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MILDRED: John.

John?

-Just a minute, Mildred.

JOHN (VOICEOVER): My
name is John Harrington.

I'm 30 years old.

I am a paranoiac.

Paranoiac-- an
enchanting word, so

civilized and full
of possibilities.

The fact is, I am
completely mad,

the realization of which
annoyed me at first,

but is now amusing to me.

Quite amusing.

Nobody suspects that I am a
madman, a dangerous murderer.

Not Mildred, my wife, nor the
employees of my fashion center,

nor, of course, my customers.

Poor little fly.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Why are you so daring?

You're so fragile,
and yet you're born,

you reproduce yourself,
and you die like men.

The difference is
that you don't think,

and you don't need to remember.

You don't fear death
because you ignore it.

Your insignificant life is
a mere biological accident.

But death exists,
I can assure you,

and that is what makes life
a ridiculous and brief drama.

But the fact remains that I have
killed five young women, three

of whom are buried in
the hothouse-- Carol,

Mary, Margaret They
were the friendliest,

the most attractive. ones.

There is one problem I must
go on wielding the cleaver.

It's most annoying, but when I
begin to hear those footsteps,

those stealthy footsteps,
I know I must kill.

And I shall have
to continue killing

until I find out
the whole truth.

That's it-- until I find
out the whole truth.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Good morning, Mildred.

Did you sleep well last night?

-You know I never sleep well.

It's pointless to ask me
the same question every day.

-How sad.

Another bride killed.

Sad, but fortunately, [CHUCKLES]
she paid for her wedding dress

in advance.

-Have you made any
decisions about what

we spoke of yesterday?

-I'll never give you a divorce.

Never.

We shall stay married
until death do us part.

-That's a vague answer.

They didn't suspect a death
was going to part them so soon.

-They're in my power, John--
the banks, the, uh, wholesalers.

Everything works
thanks to my money.

None of this would exist if
it weren't for little, old me.

-Yes, but don't forget,
I inherited the house

and the fashion
business from my mother.

-A mountain of ruin
buried in debt.

That's all it was,
and you know it.

That's when I had the
misfortune of finding

a completely useless husband.

I have records right down to
the last penny I've invested.

Stop that!

Better listen to me
carefully, John Harrington.

I will never give you a divorce.

Never.

Do you understand?

Never.

-As you wish, Mildred.

I won't insist.

-John!

Dr. Kalleway has invited
me to a seance tonight.

I want you to come with me.

-Are you trying to communicate
with your first husband?

If he was really as
intelligent as you say he was,

I don't think you'll
be able to manage it.

-At least while he was
alive, he was a man.

But you-- how easily one
is deceived by appearances.

-I could compete with
your deceased husband

easily, if it was
worth the trouble.

[MACHINES WHIRRING]

-Hello.

-Hello, Mr. Harrington.

[CHATTER]

EMPLOYEE: Mr. Harrington?

-Hmm?

-We'd like to have you take
a look at these sketches.

-Another time.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[SHATTERS]

Who are you?

-Hello.

My name is Helen Wood.

I'm a professional model.

I heard you had a vacancy.

-How'd you find out?

-Oh, a friend of
Rosie's told me.

-Rosie.

She worked for a year here.

Left us without Warning
a couple of weeks ago.

Have you worked before?

-Here are my references.

-Your last job was at Regents.

Why did you leave there?

-For personal reasons.

-Hmm.

Height-- 5' 7".

Weight-- 122.

37, 22, 37.

-You're half an inch out.

My waist is 21 and 1/2.

-Have you ever modeled
wedding dresses?

-Oh, a few times.

-Well, here you'll have
to do it constantly,

and pajamas, lingerie.

We specialize in
everything a bride

might use on her wedding day.

-Including the bridegroom.

-You seem to be very
intelligent and rather witty.

-I think I am.

-I can offer you a month's
trial at 500 francs a week.

And we have to
have an exclusive.

Taxes and insurance
are both included.

-I'll take it.

You'll report to Miss Louise.

-All right.

-She'll show you the routine.

Welcome to Harrington
and Company.

I hope you'll enjoy
working with us.

-I hope so.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN: We are congregated here
with our remorse, our hates,

our loves, our
unspeakable desires.

And I summon ye, the
ones who can still

feel pity for those
of us alive here.

I begin to perceive
some kind of message

with increasing intensity.

This room is being
filled with pity,

with forgiveness,
with compassion.

Who are you?

Whom do you seek?

[HUMMING "LULLABY AND
GOODNIGHT"]

[GASPS]

[SNIFFLES]

[CHUCKLING]

-Oh, John.

Behave yourself.

Leave me alone.

Don't be naughty.

I love you, John.

John!

I love you, my baby.

[SCREAMS]

[HUMMING RESUMES]

I loved you so much, John.

-Stop it.

Stop it!

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

-Good morning, Mr. Harrington.

-Good morning,
Inspector Russell.

Do you want to ask me
some more questions?

I'll do anything
I can to help you,

only I'm afraid I
told you all I know.

-Just passing this way.

I thought I'd drop in
and pay my respects.

This place fascinates me.

Oh, it's only a hothouse.

-I'm attracted to
everything that

is an alteration of nature, like
the brain of a mental patient.

Even that must be something
like your hothouse.

Don't you agree?

-A curious analogy, Inspector.

-An impressive atmosphere--
flowers that are strange,

and the birds of crime
fluttering about in his brain.

A special hybrid?

-Heat, and watering, and
the right fertilizer.

-We've drawn a blank
regarding those murders.

In less than a year, there
were three women killed,

and on their wedding night.

Not to mention the four missing.

-Maybe their husbands weren't
too keen about marriage.

-Oh, I can except any
crime if I can understand

the human impulse
that motivated it.

When you're dealing
with a demented mind--

-Well, why do you say that?

-Is there another possibility?

-A madman can also
have good reasons.

-For him.

But I'm sure in the dark.

That's the advantage
the criminal has.

He operates without
logic, you see.

Who knows who his
next victim will be?

-More than 200 couples get
married in Paris every day.

-The leaves, you burn here, huh?

-Yes.

Only leaves.

-Have you had any word
from Rosie Miller?

-No.

She left without notice.

Look at these lovely
flowers, Inspector Russell.

They're beautiful, aren't they?

-Hmm, yeah.

Rosie was also quite beautiful.

-But, Inspector, she wasn't
planning to get married.

At least she wasn't
just before she left.

I think I've mentioned
before that the girls who

work in fashion are
political and ambitions.

Husbands sometimes buy the
garments for their wives

and use the models for
themselves, if you understand.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Thanks That's it.

-You'll get the same
photographs in color.

-Yeah, OK.

-Do you think Rosie is
taking a secret vacation?

-Why not?

PHOTOGRAPHER: Beautfiul.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Miss Wood.

-Hmm?

Excuse me.

JOHN: This is Helen Wood.

She filled the vacancy
left by Rosie's departure.

Inspector Russell,
I'd like to introduce

you to Miss Helen Wood.

-It's a pleasure, Miss Wood.

There ought to be a law against
pretty models going away

without leaving a
forwarding address.

-I'm not going anywhere.

-Miss Wood?

-I'll have to leave you.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Hold it.

That's it.

-The husbands of your clients
are very fortunate men indeed.

Oh, uh, I-- I may have
to trouble you again.

-Just routine.

Is that right, Inspector?

-Simply routine.

-Oh, Inspector, don't
worry about those girls.

I'm sure you'll find them.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHATTER]

-Mr. Harrington?

Mr. Harrington, I
wanted to notify you

that I'm going to have
to quit working for you.

-Why?

-Because I'm getting married.

-I want you to stay after the
other girls leave tonight.

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

FEMALE WORKER: Come on.

Come on.

Hurry up.

MALE WORKER: What are
you doing tonight?

FEMALE WORKER: I
have an appointment.

MALE WORKER: See
you in the morning.

-Good night.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHIMING]

[CAR DOORS CLOSING, ENGINE
REVVING]

-Here you see all
the dresses created

by the House of
Harrington since my mother

founded the
organization in 1927.

I adored my mother, and I
decided to carry on her work.

You're so young.

and so lovely.

Choose whatever dress you like.

It will be my wedding gift.

Go ahead.

Choose one.

-This is the
prettiest, isn't it?

-Put it on.

-Now?

Yes, now.

I want to see you in
your wedding dress,

as it tonight really
belonged to us.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

JOHN (VOICEOVER): A woman should
live only until her wedding

night, love once, and then die.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

Do you hear those footsteps?

Someone is tiptoeing
inside my brain.

Who?

Why do I hear those footsteps?

WOMAN: John.

John.

JOHN (VOICEOVER): Now you'll
turn into another woman.

And I'll find out
a little bit more.

Why that woman keeps
calling my name,

Why there's so much
pain in her eyes.

And I'll see her
features more clearly.

Each time, more clearly.

[SCREAMING]

WOMAN: John.

John.

[SCREAMING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHIRRING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Don't you smell
something burning?

John, what do you find so
interesting in the newspaper

that you forgot the toast?

-Don't do that, Mildred.

You know it bothers me.

-I was only trying to
make your toast edible.

Did I tell you I received a
letter from my cousin, Gladys?

-No.

-Aren't you going to ask
me what she said in it?

-You're going to tell me anyway.

-She's not feeling
well, and she asked

me to pay her a visit
to keep a company.

So if you have no
objections, I'll go tomorrow.

-I have no objections.

-Of course you
have no objection.

For a whole week, you can
pretend you're divorced.

But I promise you, I
will come back, my dear.

[LAUGHS]

You can be certain of that.

d

[INAUDIBLE P.A.]

-Hello, My.

Harrington.

-Hello.

What are you doing here?

-What do you think I'm doing?

I could tell you I knew
your wife was going away,

and I've come because
I wanted to be alone.

I might be a model whose sole
purpose is to capture her boss.

Or Rosie Miller's sister, for
example, who wants to ask you,

what did you do with my
sister, Mr. Harrington?

-As a matter of fact, I
killed her, raped her,

and buried her in the hothouse.

[LAUGHS]

-Must have been marvelous.

What motive would you prefer
to have brought me here?

-The real one.

That'll be the most interesting.

Are you really Rosie's sister?

-Would it matter
to you if I was?

-No.

-How often have you been
unfaithful to your wife?

Three, four times?

-You ask a lot of questions.

That's the only way that
you're like other women.

-The only way?

-There's something
different about you.

I don't know exactly what it is.

Perhaps your eyes, or your skin.

But for me, you're different
from any woman I've ever known.

-I'm just an ordinary girl.

I adore luxury.

I'm terribly lazy.

And I like to amuse
myself doing crazy things.

-Oh?

What kind of things?

-Well, I just turned 23,
and I've had several lovers.

-How many lovers have you had?

-Oh, I never counted them.

Not many.

-Why aren't you happily married?

-Every man needs women
for different reasons,

apart from love.

-Apart from love?

Why do you need them?

-Perhaps to find out
something about myself.

-You know, I could help you
find out about yourself.

-I wouldn't want to--
to use you that way.

I don't want to harm you.

-I know how to take
care of myself.

-Do you live here?

-Yes, I do, alone.

-Well, good night, Helen.

-Do you mind if I ask
you another question?

-No.

-Why haven't you kissed me?

WOMAN ON TV: Please, Mary.

Come away from here.

Come with me.

He'll be all right.

MARY: No.

[MARY SOBBING]

Please.

WOMAN ON TV: I beg you to come.

I can't leave you here.

I don't want to leave you here.

MAN ON TV: Listen,
Mary, she knows best.

MARY: No!

WOMAN ON TV: Oh, you've
got to understand.

MAN ON TV: It's
for your own good.

You must.

MARY: I don't want to
understand anything.

All I know is,
he's good as gone.

Why?

He was the only thing I
ever loved in the world.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[LAUGHING]

-I'm not a ghost, my dear.

I took the first plane back.

I wanted to surprise you,
and apparently I did.

Where have you been?

With some woman?

[CHUCKLES] What were
the two of you doing?

Did you tell how much
you loved your mother?

-Mildred!

-Did you think I was going
to leave you here alone?

I sent Gladys a telegram
saying I wasn't coming.

I don't intend to leave you here
alone for a week, do you hear?

Don't even bother
dreaming about it.

Are you listening?

Not a week, not a day,
not even a minute.

I'll always be
here at your side,

whether you like it or not.

Always.

Always!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

-Why do we torture each other?

-Who's torturing whom?

-There was a time when
we were-- we were happy.

[SCOFFS]

-Before we got
married, to be exact.

-We laughed together,
made plans, had dreams.

-But you were never my husband.

-I know, but I
wanted you so much.

-John.

-Then something happened.

Right on our wedding night,
I-- I heard those footsteps.

-What footsteps?

-Mildred, I know I should have
done something that night,

but I was afraid.

-John.

John, don't leave me like this.

Have pity, darling.

Don't leave me.

-I'll be back in a minute.

I promise.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-John?

-Mildred, you don't want
to separate from me.

And I don't want
you around my neck.

What other solution is there?

I hated these last
years with you.

And now, finally,
it will be all over.

-But why?

Why?

-I think it's necessary.

It's inescapable.

I'm sure of it.

[SCREAMING]

-No!

[MILDRED SCREAMING]

WOMAN: John.

John.

[GASPING]

[MILDRED SCREAMING]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

[DOORBELL RINGING]

[POUNDING CONTINUES]

RINGING CONTINUES]

-All right, where is she?

Where is she?

-Where's who?

-Alice Norton.

-I know she's in
this house with you.

-Alice Norton is
Mr. Kane's fiancee.

-We heard a woman screaming.

-Screaming?

-Yes.

we certainly heard it.

-Oh, Inspector, you're allowing
yourself to be influenced

by a very impressionable
young man.

I'm surprised at you.

It's not worthy
of you, you know.

WOMAN ON TV: No.

No, don't touch me.

Leave me alone!

[WOMAN SOBBING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

JOHN: Were these the
screams you heard?

-Very interesting.

You like horror films, do you?

I don't find them
very entertaining.

I keep thinking that reality is
more terrifying than fiction,

wouldn't you agree?

Another strange disappearance
of one of your models,

Mr. Harrington-- Alice Norton,
who hasn't been seen in a week.

Since she works at your fashion
house and no one saw her leave,

I thought you might
be able to help me.

Logical?

-No.

-It's hard to
believe she wouldn't

leave work with someone.

Alice Norton and Jimmy Kane
were to be married before long.

Did you know that,
Mr. Harrington?

-Your visits are becoming
too frequent, Inspector.

They began to annoy me.

-If you wish to continue
this investigation,

you'll have to make a formal
charges against Mr. Harrington.

KANE: So you don't
know anything about it?

JOHN: No.
INSPECTOR: I must apologize.

It was a misunderstanding.

Isn't that so, Mr. Kane?

KANE: I think so.

-Hmm.

Good night, Mr. Harrington.

JOHN: Good night.

-Oh, um, it's very
cold tonight, isn't it?

-Yes, quite cold.

-It's curious.

You seem to be sweating.

Very curious.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SHOVELING]

YOUNG JOHN (VOICEOVER):
I saw Mommy dead.

Something awakened
me that night.

It was raining very hard.

I crossed the whole house
to get to their room.

I was afraid because
it was so dark.

Why did they kill Mommy?

Who did it?

I want to know who did it.

WOMAN: John.

John.

John!

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

-What are you
filling that cup for?

-Your wife asked for it.

-Can I have a look?

Perfect.

-The wig for number 12.

-Almost ready?

-Mm, in a minute.

The white boots
go with model 24.

FEMALE WORKER: Yes, ma'am.

I'm on my way.

-Mrs. Harrington, it's a
pleasure to see you here.

We thought you were away.

Oh, by the way,
John, what satin are

we going to use for model 25?

What would you suggest,
Mrs. Harrington?

She's gone.

Well, should we leave
it the way it was?

John?

Is it all right?

-Yes, fine.

[CHATTER]

Listen, I'd like a color shot
of this for the cover, Jacques.

How's it going, Marie?

-Fine.

-Good.

Are you ready?

-Mhm.

-Do you like that negligee?

-Uh-huh.

-It looks fine.

-Thanks.

I'm happy.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

ANNOUNCER: Model
11, Subtle Breeze.

Fashion from a base of
Swiss origin and appliqued

with a smattering of
flowers in free form.

The flowered cap
has a short veil.

Also, an organza.

The shoes are of delustered
stain with Italian heels.

-Good morning, Betsy.

Good morning, Lady Wooster.

ANNOUNCER: Model
12, Summer Moon.

This is an empire-style gown
in fur, with a cloak of lace.

The shoes and stockings
are of silver lame.

Model 15, Awakening.

This one is a nightgown
of fine Dutch tulle, worn

with slippers trimmed
in swan's down.

-Excuse me for a moment,
won't you, ladies?

ANNOUNCER: Model
18, Orange Flowers--

an enchanting ensemble
in natural silk

and delustered satin.

The shoes are buckled--

-Inspector Russell,
what brings you here?

-Used to be when
marriage for a woman

was a simple problem of
finding success or failure.

Now she also has a simple
problem of keeping alive.

Now which of those
wedding gowns will

the next victim be wearing?

This one?

That one?

-I wouldn't know.

I made a routine call to
the television station.

I asked them to show me the
film that was playing that night

that we showed up
uninvited at your house.

Strange, but nobody
screamed before that scene

we saw when you turned
on the TV in front of us.

Interesting, huh?

Yeah, it's very interesting.

-Hmm, yeah.

Oh, would you like
me to tell you

my plan for trapping
the murderer?

-If you want to.

-Just patience, only that.

Just patience.

Right now, all I can do is wait.

But it won't be
very long until I'll

be able to burst his bubble.

Good day.

-Good day, Inspector

ANNOUNCER: --a short
dress whose top

is completely ruffled
in handmade lace.

The ruffles are
repeated at the hem.

-A bore, wouldn't you say?

My mother still thinks
these things are important.

-And you don't think so?

-If only girls who deserve
these dresses wore them

you'd go bankrupt.

-Do you deserve one?

-Certainly not.

You don't really think that I'm
a lily-white virgin, do you?

I'm my own boss.

I hope you're going to
be present at my wedding.

You are?

-Sure, why not?

-He must like you,
and that's something.

He's very nervous.

-And very lucky.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-What's wrong with your mother?

She's talking to herself.

-Are you blind?

She's with your wife.

Mildred?

Mildred?

Mildred, where have you gone to?

[LAUGHING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[WIND HOWLING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-I'll never leave you, John.

Never.

Everyone will see me except you.

By your side, as always.

Always, John.

Always by your side.

They'll say we're
a perfect couple.

Always together.

Always.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-My incinerator is too much.

Even too much for you, Mildred.

I think now you'll leave me
in peace, won't you, Mildred?

I hope that finally
you're happy.

You wanted to be with me, dear.

Always.

You said so yourself.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Yes, sir?

-A whiskey, please.

Would you like something, dear?

-A whiskey for you, monsieur,
and a sherry for madam.

-Here's to us, Mildred.

Would you like to
come home with me?

-You have company.

-She won't disturb us.

We'll go to my house,
the three of us.

My wife will see
something she won't

ever forget, not even in hell.

WOMAN: You rotten pervert!

Who do you think you are?

Throw him out of here.

He disgusted me.

Nothing but a pervert.

-Here's your bag.

[LAUGHING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MILDRED LAUGHING]

[JOHN GASPING]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

[WHIRRING]

[CHIRPING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-I was in the fitting room
and I was you come up here.

May I come in?

-Yes, of course.

Come closer, Helen.

When I was a little
boy, this was my room.

-We've all had a room like this.

And then it gets lost,
this room of memories.

But you've kept
yours beautifully.

-Yes, the memories do float
about somewhere, vaguely.

-You managed to
preserve them very well.

[JOHN GRUNTING]

-Get out of here, Helen.

-John, are you ill?

-I'm coming to the
end of a long road.

Our minds get so tired of
suffering, of suffering so.

I've got to find out.

There's only a little way to go.

Only one step more., and I'll
have found out everything.

Only one step more,
the last, Helen.

[SIREN WAILING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENING]

[DOG YELPING]

[DOG GROWLING]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[DOORBELL RINGING]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

-I didn't expect you
to be here, Harrington.

-What do you want, Inspector?

-The killer tried to get to Lady
Wooster's daughter at her house

tonight.

You were at the
reception, weren't you?

-Yes.

-How long were you there?

-Not long.

Mr. Harrington and I have
been here all evening.

We decided to spend
the night together.

Any objections?

-Oh, no, of course, Miss Wood.

-You won't be long, will you?

-You seem to be a very
lucky man, Harrington.

I must say, very lucky.

If I were you, I
wouldn't press my luck.

Pardon this interruption.

A You are certainly
very fortunate.

I envy you.

I'd visit a doctor
if I were you.

You're sweating again
in the cold air,

and that can turn
into a nuisance.

Good evening.

-Helen, what are you doing here?

-Can't you guess?

You don't mind my using
your bath, do you?

Or getting into
your dressing gown?

-Why did you lie to help me?

-I wanted him to leave so that
we could spend some time alone.

-You're not afraid
to be alone with me?

-Me, afraid?

Not a chance.

-Go away, please.

Please go away.

-Do you mean it?

Really?

-Yes.

Something unforeseen
has happened.

Go.

Go now.

Before it's too late.

-I don't want to go.

I want to stay.

I want to be with you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

John?

Let's dance.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

-I never wanted to
harm you, Helen.

No, I didn't.

But I must fit that
last piece into place.

I must know who did it.

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTING]

John!

John.

[SOBBING]

-I killed my mother.

I did it!

I didn't want her
to marry again.

I killed her.

I killed her.

INSPECTOR: Are you all right?

-Yes.

INSPECTOR: Miss Wood, you are
a very courageous young lady.

[CRYING]

-Helen was the pawn you
introduced into the game.

Am I right, Inspector?

It could have been
so nice, I think.

Although I suppose
it couldn't be.

Let's go, Inspector.

[ENGINE STARTING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Good evening, John.

At first, you couldn't
see me, and now

nobody will see me except you.

And we'll always be together--
at first in the insane asylum,

and then in hell for eternity.

-No.

Go away.

I don't want you with me.

No.

No!

GAURD: Hold it!

Get back!

JOHN: Let me go!

Oh, make her go!

Make her go!

[MILDRED LAUGHING]

GAURD: Get back here!

JOHN: I killed her once.

I don't want to have
to kill her again.

No!

[MUSIC PLAYING]