All language subtitles for The Woman in Black (2012) hoetinkhof79

My babies!

Arthur?

- Daddy?
- Coming.

- Do you like it, Daddy?
- Very much.

- You didn't look at it properly.
- Of course I did.

That's me... that's Nanny...

that's Mummy... that's you.

- Why do I look so sad?
- That's what your face looks like.

Oh, it is, is it?

I wish you didn't have to go
away from me.

Me too.
But, we'll have the whole weekend

in the countryside, won't we?
See... tomorrow...

then Thursday...

and then we're back together.
Not long at all.

You look just like your mother.

- Have you got the train tickets?
- Yes, we've got the train tickets.

- And you know all the times?
- Yes, we know the times.

Okay. I've got to go.
I don't want to be late.

- Go, we'll be fine. We'll see you
Friday. - See you. - Wave bye-bye.

I know you've had it rough, Kipps

and I'm sympathetic
to your situation.

But we can't carry passengers.

We're a law firm not a charity.

Good. I take it Tomes has briefed
you on Mrs. Alice Drablow

of Eel Marsh House.
Died. Last month.

Years since I went there, of course.

The old widow
didn't greatly care for visitors.

No children?

A boy. Died young.
Many years ago.

I'll let you have the details
to read on your journey.

But, principally, you're going to go
through Mrs. Drablow's documents.

Make sure we've got her final will.

There's a mountain of paperwork
at the house,

- it all needs to be gone through.
- Very good.

We've been dealing
with a local man, Jerome.

But he's not really
been co-operating.

What I'm hoping, Kipps,
is that you'll seize this chance

to prove your dedication
to pursuing a future with this firm.

This is your final warning.

- Mummy.
- Hello, darling.

Mr. Kipps.

It's a boy.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Kipps.

- Have we passed Crythin Gifford
yet? - Next stop.

- So, you're up from London?
-I am.

Trying to sell Eel Marsh House?

You won't find a local buyer.

- Are you staying
at The Gifford Arms? - Yes.

It's a bit of a walk from the
station. I can give you a lift.

- It's on my way home.
- Thank you.

- Samuel Daily.
- Arthur Kipps.

It's a beautiful car, Mr. Daily.

First one in the county.
Still scares the locals.

Well, thank you.

Very good to talk to you, Mr. Daily.

Mr. Kipps?

Would you like to have supper with
my wife and me tomorrow evening?

We don't get to see many new faces
here. Besides, the food in there...

reckon even a dog wouldn't eat it.

- That'd be lovely. Thank you.
- Night.

I've a room booked until Sunday.
Mr. Kipps.

No, not finding any booking.

- My offices telegraphed ahead.
- We're packed to the rafters. So...

- Evening.
- Good evening.

I was just telling Mr. Kipps
that we don't have any room.

Well, we can't have him out
in this weather, can we?

Not in the rain.
We must have something...

- just for tonight.
- We don't.

Unless you want to put him
in the attic.

Fine.

It's this way.

Actually, I was hoping to stay
till the weekend.

My son and his Nanny
are travelling up to join me.

Oh, I see.

If a holiday is what you're after,
sir,

you'd be better off further inland.

It gets awfully cold here,
what with the sea mists.

Sea mist. Sea mist.

It's this way.

- How old is your son?
- He's four.

Lovely age.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

In.

Hello?

- Mrs. Jerome?
- Mr. Kipps? - Yes.

My husband went to meet you
at The Gifford Arms.

- This is Mr. Kipps.
- I made it clear to your firm

that there was no need for you
to make the journey.

We could have sent all
the relevant documents to London.

In any event, you'll find
all the legal papers in here.

Mr. Fisher tells me
you're leaving today.

Not until I've taken care
of all of Mrs. Drablow's paperwork.

- All in there, as I said.
- No, at the house.

I'm told there's quite
a substantial amount.

I don't expect to be finished
until Friday, at least.

It's not possible.

The Gifford Arms
is fully booked, for the week.

I shall have to contact my office.
Do you have a telephone?

Not even Mr. Daily has a telephone,
sir.

- You'll not find one in Crythin
Gifford. - I'll send a telegram.

The Post Office is closed
on Wednesday morning.

The London train leaves
in half an hour.

My colleague, Keckwick, is waiting
outside with your luggage.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Kipps.

Mr. Keckwick, a change of plans.

I'm not catching the train.
You're taking me to Eel Marsh House.

Jerome paid me
to take you to the station.

- Make it six and I'll think
about it. - Six shillings?

You'll not find anyone else
willing to take you there.

There you are.

- Can you pick me up at three?
- I can't.

I need to get back to the mainland
before the tide comes in,

else I'll be stuck here for the day.

It will be out again by five.
I'll come back for you then.

Five, then.

Come on, then.

Hello?

Who's there?

Nathaniel!

Mummy!

Constable, I'm telling you,
I heard an accident.

No one has used Nine Lives Causeway
for years, sir.

Not since the little Drablow boy
was... drowned in the marshes.

- Eel Marsh House, it's empty.
- It's not, though.

I saw a woman there.

Excuse me one moment, sir.

Sir, my sister needs help.

What's the matter?
What's your name, darling?

- Her name is Victoria Hardy.
- What happened, Victoria?

She drank some lye.
Our Mum was out.

- Lye. Oh, God. Constable!
- Is she going to die?

Constable! It's going to be alright.
Darling, just let me look at you...

Constable!

No!

No, my baby!

Hello?
Mrs. Fisher?

It's getting late.
You'll miss your London train.

I can't leave yet.

- Please don't go back
to Eel Marsh House. - Why?

- Mr. Kipps,
you said you have a son? - Yes.

Go home to him.

Cherish him. Love him.

I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

- Mr. Kipps.
- Mr. Daily.

- Glad you could make it.
- My pleasure.

I'm just bidding my son, Nicholas,
goodnight.

- My condolences, Mr. Daily.
- It was a long while ago.

There's a place ready in there
for my wife and me,

so we can all be together
again one day. Come.

I heard about the girl
in the village. Terrible.

- Are you alright?
- Yes.

My wife doesn't know
and I'd be grateful

if you could avoid the subject.

Indeed, the subject of children
altogether, if at all possible.

He would have been
about your age now.

Thank you, Archer.

- Oh, there you are, dear.
- Mr. Kipps,

I've been so looking forward
to meeting you.

I'm sorry,
I must look a bit of a mess.

I found myself without a room.

Oh, then he must stay with us,
mustn't he, Samuel?

- Indeed he must, my dear. Arthur.
- Thank you.

The twins won't be dining
with us tonight, Archer.

- Samuel, I'm sure
Mr. Kipps won't mind. - Not at all.

Emily!

Thank you.
There. Now, say hello to Mr. Kipps.

Hello.

Thank you, Archer.

There.

You're married, Mr. Kipps?
No, don't gobble. That's rude.

- Any children?
- A son.

That's lovely.
You don't want to end up like us.

Wealthiest folk in the county
and no one to leave it to.

- Did he tell you about Nicholas?
- Elizabeth. - That's him.

I painted that myself.
I love to paint and sketch.

- It's lovely.
- Nicholas loved to sketch too.

- He still does.
- Elizabeth, please.

- He wants to draw you a picture.
- Elizabeth.

Elizabeth, no!

Elizabeth!
Archer, the medication!

- No.
- Medication!

I thought some company
would do her good.

Please think nothing of it.

She's convinced it's our son,
speaking through her.

You don't believe
in this spiritualism stuff, do you?

I didn't.

But since my wife passed away,
I don't know.

Forgive me, I didn't...

Sometimes I feel
she's still with me.

Sometimes I just...
feel she's there.

In the room.

Trying to reach me.

You must be careful.
These charlatans

with all their talk about séances
and contacting the dead.

They prey on those most in need.
They do more harm than good.

I think the worst they do
is disappoint.

I have to keep looking.

It's not natural
to lose someone so young...

but if we open the door to
superstition where does that lead?

It's just chasing shadows, Arthur.

When we die, we go up there.
We don't stay down here.

Come on. Come on.

Lie down.

I'll lose my job if I don't get
this paperwork done.

If Jerome gives me some help,
I can go and meet my boy.

I doubt if Jerome
will be much help to you.

Mr. Jerome?

Go away!

- I'm not going to hurt you.
- You killed Victoria Hardy.

Get away from me!!
Go!

Go! Go!

- What the hell is going on?
- Complete nonsense.

Let's get you to the house.

You should have left. You should
have gone when we told you to.

His little girl is dead.

You saw that woman at the house.

For God's sake take him home.
This isn't helping him.

All your superstitious rubbish.

You think this is superstitious
rubbish that took your boy.

Alright,
I'll take him to the station.

Pay no attention to them. They're
still living in the Dark Ages.

But I did see someone at the house.

Trust me. It's just an old place
cut off from the world.

The sooner the house is sorted out
and sold,

the sooner people can move on.
Here... this'll keep you going.

The late tide is due at 11.
I'll come back for you then.

It's fine. I'd rather just work
through the night.

Well, take the dog.
Come on, girl.

Just for company.
Don't go chasing shadows.

"Dear Alice. You leave me no option
but to give up my son."

"If you have your doctors
deem me mentally unfit

to raise my child, what can I do?"

You and Charles can take him from me
but he is mine,

mine, he can never be yours.
Jennet."

"Dear Alice, I find it hard
to express the depth

of betrayal from you, my own sister,

at your refusal to let me visit
my son

or even give him my birthday cards.

I begin to believe you are not doing
this for the good of the boy

but to cause me pain.

He is mine. If you won't let me see
him I will find a way."

"You didn't try to save him.
You just saved yourself.

You didn't even give him
a proper burial.

You just left him there in the mud."

"His blood is on your hands.

I will never forgive you.
Rot in hell."

Who's there?

You don't believe me, do you?

I believe even the most rational
mind can play tricks in the dark.

I saw them. Sam.

I saw her and her boy.

No. The boy was lost to the marsh.
His body was never recovered.

I saw them.

Oh, my God!

Lucy!

Arthur!

No! No!

Stay there.
I'm going to come and get you.

No!

Arthur?

Here.

I remember when
the Jerome's lost their first child.

They decided to have another.

Lucy.

They locked her up to protect her.

- Not that you can ever replace...
- She was there, Sam.

You're tired.
Get some rest.

What happened to him, Mrs. Daily?

He was playing at the beach
with his friends

and they said the tide
must have caught them off guard.

You've seen her, haven't you?

She was there this morning
in the fire.

She's always there.

You mustn't blame yourself.

- Blame myself for what?
- For not listening to the others.

- For not staying away from the
house. - What? I don't understand.

Whenever she's been seen...

on the causeway, on the marsh,
in the grounds of the house...

however briefly and whoever by...

there has always been
one sure and certain result.

Yes.

In some violent or dreadful
circumstance, a child has died.

So many. So many children.
So many children...

the Fisher's daughters
and Jerome's eldest.

Keckwick's son, my Nicholas...

How?

Mrs. Daily?

Mrs. Daily?

She makes us...
she makes us do it...

She makes us.
They took her boy away.

So now she takes us.

She saw you.
She saw you.

She's coming. She's coming.

- Elizabeth!
- Sam! Sam!

Elizabeth!
No, Elizabeth. No!

Joseph.

If we can get the telegram off now

we can catch them
before they get on the train.

How could you take me
to Eel Marsh

if even a small part of you
feared the stories were true?

- But I never believed them.
- No, you didn't want to.

- There's a difference.
- I had no choice.

Either Nicholas is in a better place

waiting for us to be reunited
one day, or he's lost.

- Now which would you have chosen
to believe? - Forgive me,

but my son is alive.
He's on his way here.

Oh, no.

The next village
is over an hour away.

They'll have left by then.

- What time is the tide back out?
- Five. Why?

If we can reunite
Jennet Humfrye with her son

perhaps she'll finally be at peace.

They never recovered
the child's body, Arthur.

But you have something
they never had.

Arthur?

Sam, I feel it.

It's just beneath my feet.

- Give me a moment
while [ tie it. - Be careful.

Arthur?

Oh, my God.

Keep driving.

- Don't stop!
- The pedal is on the floor.

I've found the boy.

Can you go any farther?

The engine's over heating!

Come on.

Stop please, it's sinking.

Hurry!

Here, here.

Let's just put him in the ground.
Let's get it over with.

Sam, there's something
I need to do first.

They're lost.

They need to find each other.

Nearly time now.

Come on.

Nicholas?

Daddy?

Arthur!

Arthur.

I think she's gone.

I will never forgive you
for letting my boy die.

I will never forgive you.

Never forgive.

Never forgive. Never forgive.

Never forgive. Never forgive.

One step, two step. Good boy.

- Joseph!
- Daddy!

Joseph, this is my friend, Sam.

- Hello, Sam. - Hello, Joseph.
It's very nice to meet you.

Change of plans.
We're not staying here tonight.

We're going straight back to London.
Can you fetch us some tickets.

I'll explain on the way.

You're sure you don't want
to rest up before you go?

- Yes, I just want to get him home.
- I understand.

Three tickets back to London,
please.

- Will you and Elizabeth be alright?
- We will.

Sam?

Daddy? Who's that lady?

That's your Mummy.