All language subtitles for The Murder Mansion 1972.eng

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Hello.

It's you.

Yes. The biking idiot.

How is it going?

Bad.

I ran into one of those guys
who think because they offer a girl a ride,

they can do as they please.

I guess you got rid of him.

Not at all.

He's the most persistent jerk
I've ever met.

He's waiting for me out there.

We'll let him wait,

if you don't mind traveling
by motorcycle.

I'm ready. Shall we?

Yes. I'm ready.

Wait a minute. She's with me.

Not anymore.

You're wrong. She's coming with me.

Is that so?

What do you say?

I say we're leaving.

Hold on.
I can't let you take her.

Out of the way.

Well, they got company.

Those are the kind of people
that look down on you.

Who are they?

-She's the widow of Elsa's lawyer.
-Yes. How many?

Two.

Look at them.

The only thing they know
is how to spend other people's money.

That is no reason for hating them.

And him?

I think he was a clerk
who later married the widow.

Some people will do anything
in order to succeed in life.

More cards, please.

I'm sure they are judging us.

In any case,
he's now in charge of Elsa's affairs.

One.

I find it weird
that Elsa's husband is not here.

She sent him to solve some issues in Soren.

Poor Ernest.

It must be horrible
being married to a businesswoman.

Hello?

Elsa, it's Ernest.

What's the matter?

We're waiting for you.
My lawyer is here.

Where are you calling from?

From Soren?

That's ridiculous.

I know. What can I do?

The notary had to leave
due to a family emergency.

He won't be back until late
in the afternoon.

All right. Wait for him.

We need that notarization finished.

We need those documents by tomorrow
or we'll miss our chance.

Goodbye.

We are here in Soren.

I see there's about 60 kilometers
between here and Milen.

About an hour if we don't rush it.

What do we do?

Do we stay here
or do we keep going for Milen?

I'd rather we keep going.

Me too, but it's getting late.

Anyway, your call.

I don't mind traveling at night.

Bartender. One whiskey
and a call to Milen.

-Keep the change.
-Thank you.

I saw two roads that lead to Milen.

Yes, the new highway and the old road.

Which one would you recommend?

The old road is shorter, but--

But what?

That road goes
through the lower part of the valley,

and this time of year,
the dusk brings fog.

Thanks.

How much do I owe you?

$10.50.

Your life is yours
to do as you please.

Exactly.

But if you had some dignity,
you'd leave your wife.

You know I still love Elsa.

Yes, I know that.

Not too long ago,
she loved me too.

We used to be happy.
I hope one day we can be again.

Nonsense.

Why won't you tell the truth?

What truth?

You're not leaving Elsa
because of her money.

You're wrong. I have my own fortune.

You had it, sweetie,

but you spent it on women like me.

Wait, don't be mad.

Forgive me.

I shouldn't speak to you like that,
but that's how I am.

Besides, you know I love you--

Thank you.

-And I can't stand watching her
treat you like a servant.

Everything changed when her father died.

She inherited a big fortune

and she had to handle all his businesses.

I don't know how it happened,

but she suddenly stopped
being a loving wife

and she became a businesswoman.

Who won't even have sex with you.

I'm sorry, Ernest. I'm sorry.

Don't go. Don't be so grumpy.

Hold me. Please, hold me.

Honey, what good is money
without love?

What good is love without money?

The guests are finally leaving.

You drank too much.
Watch your mouth.

Shut up. Someone is coming.

I spoke to my husband on the phone.

Does he have the notarized signature?

Yes, but his car's shaft broke,
so I need to pick him up.

We're going with you.

No, that's not necessary.

He won't take longer than an hour.

We'll go with you. I'll take my car.
That way, we'll get the document

and we'll continue our trip.

You must want to get home.

I intend to be back by tonight
so I can submit

the paperwork first thing tomorrow.

It's hard to tell distance
on these roads.

Do you fear we passed the fork?

I do.

Listen. That sounds like a car engine.

Yes. It's coming.

Maybe they know the road.

I'll ask.

Watch out, Fred.

I don't understand the urge
to get back tonight.

I didn't know there would be fog.

There always is this time of year
and you know that.

Can you see Elsa's car lights?

No.

She knows the road but I don't.

She should know that.

When she realizes
she's too far ahead,

she'll stop and wait for us.

I wouldn't be so sure.

I need to catch up with her.

Don't be reckless.

Do you want to get lost in this fog?

We shouldn't have left.

Don't speed up, idiot.

Shut up already.
Don't make me more nervous.

Careful with that curve.

Yes, I saw it. Don't yell.

You're going left.

Turn right.
Turn right, we're going to crash.

Get off.

Hello.

Are you lost?

Careful at the fork.

The road to Milen is on the left.

I hope this road's not too dangerous.

I mean, with this fog.

It's narrow but straight.
No curves until the top of the hill.

Thank you.

Wait.

Did you see a big, old car pass by?

I haven't seen any cars.

Ah.

Who is there?

Who is there?

Who is it?

Answer me, please.

Who are you?

Answer, please.

What if we took the wrong road?

I'm pretty sure we turned left.

But the road should have been straight
and steep.

That's what the man said.

But this road is neither straight
nor steep.

Are you okay?

Yes. What happened?

What do you think?

We're lost, that's it.

Help me out.

Help. Help.

I feel I'm in another planet

with suddenly appearing
and disappearing roads

leading to nowhere.

Help.

Did you hear that?

What was that?

Help.

What happened?

What happened to you?

I'm being chased.

No one's chasing you.

I don't hear it anymore.

What?

What aren't you hearing?

The breathing.

What happened to you?

I don't know.

I was in my car on my way to Soren.

And you got lost in the fog.

Yes.

The same happened to us
but we were headed for Milen.

It's obvious that you and us
took the wrong turn

at the fork.

No. I was on the right path.

I know that.
Then I stumbled upon a cemetery.

I can't see anyone
and I can't hear anything strange.

Are you sure that--?

Yes, I'm sure.

First, I heard a noise
like a deep, gasping breathing.

Then, I saw a man.

Tall, muscular,
wearing a chauffeur uniform.

I couldn't see his face,

but I saw his chest and it seemed
as if he had-- He had a--

I don't know.

Maybe I imagined it.

Tell me,
was this uniformed chauffeur alone?

No. He was with an old lady in black.

You don't believe me, do you?

You think I'm crazy.

No.

I told you what I saw.

I'm not crazy
and I'm not seeing things.

No, you're not crazy.

No one said that.

Calm down.

It's just that this is weird.

The only truth is that we got lost.

Your car broke down.

And I can't go anywhere to get help
because this fog

is too hard to navigate.

Not to mention that,

according to the map, we're nowhere.

Well, that's true. We're nowhere.

But there's a cemetery.

Where there's dead people,
there ought to be living ones.

The town might be across the cemetery.

Are you thinking about going there?

No.

We'll go around the wall
until we get to the entrance.

That's where the town must be.

Look. See that? A Rolls.

What about it?

Don't you think
this is the kind of car

a uniformed chauffeur would drive?

It's the same plate.

Unbelievable, right?

What is unbelievable?

That this car almost ran us over
a half an hour ago.

It's an abandoned cemetery.

The town must be as black
and solitary as those graves.

What kind of place is this?

I'd never seen it. It's not real.

Of course it's real. Don't you see it?
Don't talk nonsense.

This path must lead to the town.

There's a light. Over there.

Come on.

Turn that light off.

Didn't you hear me?

Well, we meet again.

So it seems.

You?

Come in.

Elsa?

So you got lost in the fog too.

How come you opened the door
gun in hand?

When we arrived here,

someone was trying to break in.

When they heard us, they were frightened
and disappeared in the fog.

I thought I saw them in a uniform.

Yes, they were wearing a mess jacket,
or something like that, and high boots.

Boots.

Yes, I was probably lost in the fog too,

but I would have found the way to Milen
if you hadn't rammed me

with your car.

The fog was very thick.

Drop it. The truth is we're stuck now.

Indeed.

During this time of year,
the fog doesn't disappear

until late in the morning.

If you wish,
you can spend the night here.

I just saw
there are four rooms available,

albeit a bit dusty.

Ms. Clinton brought us here
after the accident.

-We honked, and--

-I heard noise
and I went outside to see what happened.

Where are we?

An abandoned town
about 15 kilometers from Milen.

Could we make it there?

That's not possible.
You'd get lost in the fog.

Sit down, please.

How did you get here?

By bicycle.

On a path through the woods,

but this fog would make it
very hard to find.

I could try on my motorcycle.

Try what?

To get to Milen.

Do you know how you got here
in the first place?

I made a mistake at the fork.
I turned right.

No. You turned left,

but instead of going straight,
you took a road that ends on this town.

But we arrived at a cemetery.

This road branches off into others
which lead to isolated farms.

You took the road to the cemetery.
It isn't finished yet.

See how easy it is
to get lost in the fog?

How come you didn't rush for Milen

once the fog started to roll in?

I thought it more cautious
to spend the night here.

This house belongs to me.

But I only come once in a while
to clean up.

I live in Milen.

I'm surprised you also got lost

at the fork even with the fog.

Why?

Because you know this region well.

How do you know that?

I've seen you in Milen.

I don't recall seeing you.

We come from different worlds.

Speaking of different worlds.

I have the crazy feeling
that I crossed the border

that separates the real world
from the unreal world.

I had never heard about this place.

It's no surprise.

Its inhabitants abandoned it
years ago.

They must have had a reason
to do so, right?

There are some theories.

The locals here are superstitious.

There was some sort of epidemic

and word got around
that people were killed

by a vampire biting their throats
and drinking their blood.

Thus, the town was abandoned.

I heard about a night
when 12 people died.

Apparently, that was the last straw.

The survivors buried their dead
and left forever,

leaving their lands, their homes,

and everything they owned.

Listen.

That noise is coming from here.

Please, don't open it.

I haven't been down in the cellar
for years.

The last time I went there,
I saw a rat.

I got so scared
that I never opened that door again.

Besides, the lights aren't working today
for some reason and I'm very nervous.

If that's a rat, it must be enormous.

If you want, I can Kill it with a bullet.

You open it and I'll—

No. Rats horrify me.
Please, don't open the door.

Fine. As you wish.

Well, there's no more noise.

I see you're interested in the portrait
of my great-aunt Julie Clinton.

Yes. I saw the resemblance.

My aunt was an eccentric woman.
They say she was into witchcraft.

Maybe that's why she collected
all these paintings.

That's just a guess.
There is no truth in that.

Anyway, she stayed in this house

when everyone else had left.

Only the graves in the cemetery
across from here reminded people

that there used to be a town
that was ravaged by a vampire.

Did she live alone?

No, she had service.

A brute of sorts who was her servant,
gardener and chauffeur.

He was always by her side.
She trusted that man.

It seems that she drove
my aunt's Rolls very well,

but one day, he was drunk while driving

and he crashed the car
against the cemetery wall near here.

Both of them died instantly.

They died?

Yes. Thirty years ago.

She broke her neck and he pierced his chest
with the steering wheel rod.

Are you unwell?

What's the matter?

She's on medication.
She's having a nervous breakdown.

Do something. She can't breathe.

Let's take her to the window.

She's been like this before.

We need to bring her to her senses.

Are you feeling better?
Can you hear me?

Answer me.

Do you feel better?

Let's lay her down on the couch.

Thanks. I'm better now.

You really scared us.

We didn't know you were so nervous.

I'm sorry.

Come, sit down. You need to rest.

Yes.

Is it true
she suffers from the nerves?

Yes. Ever since her father died.

Did he die in an accident?

No. He had a heart attack.

He was with a young lady
in her daughter's bedroom.

It was a terrible scandal.

Why?

You youngsters might think
this is very natural, right?

However,

those my age thought it outrageous.
We have different views.

Anyway,

the fact is that Elsa,

having lost her mother at a young age,
was very fond

of her father.
This resulted in a nervous trauma

from which she's been unable to recover.

How do you feel?

I'm better.

I passed out, didn't I?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Here, take this. You'll feel better.

It's a sedative.

Do you need anything?

No, thanks.

By the way, Mr. Porter,
are you comfortable?

Yes. Perfectly.

-Don't you need anything?
-No, thank you.

You're very Kind.

Goodnight, Mr. Porter.

You won't be cold with this.

Get some rest.

Help me out.

This is all I have to offer.
My apologies.

Don't worry. Thank you.

I hope you're not too uncomfortable.

We'll be fine. Don't worry.

How's the nervous wreck doing?

I gave her a sedative.
She'll fall sleep immediately.

I have a feeling
she won't fall asleep so easily.

If you need anything,
you can call for me.

Everyone else is in their bedroom.

Thanks.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Where are you going?

I'm going to check on Elsa.

She must be sleeping.
Leave her alone and go to sleep.

What if she needs something?

Ms. Clinton will tend to her.

Come on, come to bed.
You need to rest.

We have a very busy day tomorrow.

You're scared.

Wait.

What do you want?

To know.

To know what?

What's going on here.

And you think
the answer is in there?

Possibly.

Go ahead.

Did you notice?

The lock feels very smooth.

Not a single creak.

Right, so what?

If I remember correctly,

Ms. Clinton said that this door

hadn't been opened in years.

You're right. Lock it at once.

No. Calm down.
I want to see something.

This is very dark.

What is it that you want to see?

The story about the rat seemed off.

Why?

It couldn't be a rat
that was making that noise.

Do you see?

No marks.

But if it wasn't a rat,
what was it?

I don't know.

That's what--

Look. What do you think?

It wasn't a rat.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

I'm scared, Fred.

Shall we dance?

Were you asleep?

No. What do you want?

I thought you might need some company.

I don't need it or want it.

Goodnight.

Do you want a sip of whiskey?

No.

Don't you feel alone
in this room so grim?

I beg you to leave.

It's awful, and it's not just this one.
All the bedrooms are.

To be honest, I'm nervous.

That's why I thought
you might like some whiskey.

I don't want your whiskey
or your company.

Leave. Get out of here.

Do you really want me to go?

Yes.

I guessed as much, but I wasn't sure.

Now, there's no doubt.

Of what?

Why tell you?

You know it well.

Excuse me.

How is it going, dad?

It's fine, sweetheart.
I can't complain.

You look lovely.

You don't look half bad for your age.

An orange juice, please.

Nice compliment, sweetheart.

You know very well
you don't look your age.

But something gives you away.

Is that so?

What is that?

You like them younger.

I saw you with Adelina.

How can you talk to that child
about love?

She's not a child. She's your age.

I'm aware.

Today it's Adelina.
Who will it be tomorrow?

Do you want me to introduce you to someone?

No, thanks. I'm fine on my own.

I don't need your help for this.

I saw you dance.

I take it you had a fight with Ernest.

That's right.

Take my advice as your father
and as an old man. Get away from him.

Ernest has his own wealth and--

That he inherited from his parents, yes.

He'll never amount to anything.

I don't agree.

Well, suit yourself.

If you'll excuse me,
they're expecting me.

An extra dry martini.

Ernest, what a surprise.

I'm very glad to see you.

Are you?

Are we starting over?

I'm begging you.

Please, Elsa. I'm old enough

to idealize a woman I love.
I see you as you are. Capricious,

dominant, spoiled.

I thought you loved me some.

I love you.

You're beautiful, young, I like you.

I just can't stand your ridiculous whims.

Please.

Fine, let's talk.

Let's go, shall we?

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I promise I won't get mad
over nonsense again.

I hope so.

Where are we going?

Wherever you want.

Take me home.

Home?

Yes. We'll be alone.

Who is it?

It's me, Porter.
Can I come in for a bit?

Ms. Clinton.

Is something wrong, Mr. Porter?

No, nothing. I just feel lonely.

Don't you?

Come in, Mr. Porter, and close the door.

Perhaps you'd like some whiskey.

I don't like drinking alone.

I thought you wouldn't mind
keeping me company.

Hold on.

What?

Can you do me a favor, Mr. Porter?

Yes. Tell me.

Turn around.

What?

I'm asking you to turn around.

Yes, I get it.

As you wish.

Al right.

Fred? Fred?

Fred, are you there?

Answer me.

Laura, it's me, Fred.

Don't scream.

Idiot.

You scared me to death.

I'm sorry. I didn't know that was you.

That's why I turned the flashlight off.

What are you doing in here?

Investigating. You'll never guess
what I found.

If it's bad, I don't want to know.

Nonsense. Come and see.

I'd rather not see anything
and run away from here.

This tunnel leads to a crypt.

What?

Come with me.

You'll want to see
the Clinton family mausoleum.

Elsa?

Good night.

A father is not a God you worship.

He's a man as any other

with defects and virtues,
someone who can disappoint you bitterly.

A husband can also disappoint you.
Right, honey?

But this time, I didn't do it.

Admit that it was you who failed.

Admit it once and for all.
You failed me.

I thought I heard yelling.
I came to see if something happened.

But you were asleep.

It must have been a nightmare.

Yes, it was a nightmare.

You were very upset.

If you want, I can stay here
and keep you company until you're calm.

Why don't you tell me
about your nightmare?

No. It's too private.

I don't want to talk about it.

I understand.

I feel exhausted.

I'll try to get some sleep.

This corridor was probably built
to come to Mass

in the family crypt.

What an unpleasant place.

That's weird.

What is weird?

The slab that covered the tomb
was moved.

Look. "Julie Clinton.”

“1864 - 1942."

Julie Clinton.

It seems that woman actually lived.

If she and her chauffeur died,

how come we saw them on the road?

That's what I would like to know.

Do you see anything?

It's empty.

No.

Yes, and I don't get it.
Either Martha Clinton is lying to us

with her story of an epidemic
and a vampire,

or there's something truly inexplicable
going on here.

Do you mean she is the vampire?

I don't believe so,

but that's the general idea.

Are you serious?

If you intend to scare me
more than I already am,

you won't make it.

I have no such intention.
I'm just trying to understand.

Understand this evil mess.

"Clinton Family."

Do you see?

The only thing I see
is that I'd rather be

in the fog than in that awful house.

Who is there?

That's Porter.

Porter, what are you doing?

What's the matter with you?

Porter, don't shoot.

That man has gone insane.

Stay here and don't move.

Laura, come here.

What's wrong with him?

He's dead.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Maybe he had heart issues.

It might have happened
when he saw us leave the mausoleum.

He was already dead.

What?

Rigor mortis has already set in.

You see?

He's stiff.

How did he shoot us?

I don't know,
but this gun was just shot.

Do you hear that?

Yes, I hear it.

What is it?

No idea.

Hey, stop.

I have a gun. I'm warning you.

Shoot, Fred. Shoot.

Stop. Stop or I'll shoot.

Let's run.

It's useless. We're trapped.

Let's go back to the house.

Here, help me out.

What happened?

Move, please.

Do you mind telling me what happened?

He's dead.

What?

Have you seen my wife?

No, why?

She's missing.

What?

Indeed.

We went to bed last night,

and when I woke up,
she wasn't by my side.

I looked for her in Elsa's bedroom,

but there was no one there.

So Elsa is missing too?

Yes.

I've been looking for her everywhere.

I haven't found her.

Goodness, what happened to Mr. Porter?

He died.

That's not possible. How did he die?

A heart attack.

It was probably caused
by an intense emotion.

We'll have to wait for an autopsy
to know for sure.

Don't you smell something burning?

Yes. Something's burning.

Over there.

Laura, try to put out the fire.
Don't just stand there.

Come back soon, Fred.

She's regaining consciousness.

Take care of her, will you?

Are you leaving me alone?

It's necessary.

Why?

Because something must be done
and quickly.

What are you planning?

To find the truth.

Here. You know how to use it, right?

Yes. You remove the safety.

Exactly, and then you pull the trigger.

I'll be right back.

How is she?

She's asphyxiated from the smoke.

She is in shock.

She needs medical assistance.

Listen, young man.

Do you intend to go to Milen
on your motorcycle?

Yes, that's what I'm doing.

Don't do it. You won't make it.

You'll get lost in the fog.

Possibly, but I must try.

Good bye.

If you make it to Milen,
notify the police.

I will, don't worry.

Why did you leave me alone?

I thought you were asleep.

I was asleep,
but I was woken up by a sound

and you weren't in the room.

I'm here now, don't worry.

Where were you?

I was looking for this blanket.

You need warmth.

I need to get dressed.

You should stay in bed.

I want to get dressed.

All right, but stay in bed.

Where did you put your clothes?

In that wardrobe.

The gun, give me the gun.

I put it here on the bed.

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Hurry.

Don't stop.

Please, hurry up.

Come on.

Step away. Step away or I'll shoot.

Come on.

Help me.

Come on, help me.

What's wrong? What's the matter?

Elsa, what are you doing here?

My husband, where is he?

What's the matter, Mrs. Tremont?

Please. What's wrong?

The pills.

Which pills?

The sleeping pills.

My husband gave me sleeping pills.

He said I needed them.

All right, dear. We did it.

This was your best performance
as an actress that I've seen.

It's a shame it wasn't at your theater.

It's interesting seeing to what extent
fear can dull the senses.

Porter, dead from a heart attack.

Elsa, gone insane. The couple,
they think Porter's corpse

shot at them at the cemetery.

They didn't even realize
that the only real bullet

was in the chamber
while the rest of the bullets

were blanks.

We need to dismount the speakers

and wipe the magnetic tape.

Igor will take care of that.
Don't worry.

The sun will be up soon.
We must hurry up.

Imagine the policemen's faces
when the youngsters tell their story

of ghosts and vampires.

And we'll just tell them
that nothing happened here.

They'll probably take them
to a madhouse along with Elsa.

Of course.

Oh, it's you.

Everything went perfectly
just as you planned.

However, the agreed amount is not enough.

You'll have to double it.

What are you doing? Are you mad?

Listen, I—

What was that?

What was that?

A gunshot.

Mrs. Tremont, don't fall asleep, please.

Try not to fall asleep.

What is the meaning of this?

We did our part.
What do you want now?

All right, pay us what we agreed.

We'll take whatever you give us.

No.

No, don't shoot.

I swear I'll never say anything.
You"ll never have to worry about me.

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

I'm here, Fred. I'm here.

Laura?

Come on, come on.

It's all over.

Come on.

Laura.

We can't waste a second.

Come on, hurry.

We can't leave them.

We have to. We need to tell the police
and call for an ambulance.

It's almost dawn
and we only have the motorcycle.

Elsa.