All language subtitles for House.of.the.Damned.1963.mkv

Adil Qatine

Hello.
Long distance for Scott Campbell.

This is Scott Campbell.
One moment, please.

Scotty, this is Joe. Joe Schiller.

How you been?

Fine, Joe. Fine.

How's Nancy?
She's fine. She's in bed.

Oh.
I guess I got you up, huh?

I was gonna call you tomorrow,
but I have to go out of town.

I'll get right to the point,
Scotty.

Would you be free to do
a job for me right away?
Maybe. What kind of a job?

Well, it's, uh, sort of a survey,
but it could lead to something.

You know the Rochester Castle up in the hills,
off the coast highway?

I've read about it. I've never actually seen it.
Not many people have.

Anyway, my firm represents
the Rochester estate.

The castle's been out on lease
about 10 years.

The lease has run out.
They've got a white elephant on their hands.

They want an architect to go up there
and make a survey...

condition of structure,
possibility of conversion or remodeling.

Maybe demolition.
When would they want me to start?

You and Nancy drive up tomorrow.
You should be able to get there by late afternoon.

There's a real estate office
about two miles from the turnoff...

run by a guy named Quimby.

Get the keys from him.
You'll be better off staying at the castle.

It's quite a ways to a motel.

I'll be out of town tomorrow, but Loy and I
will drive up and join you on Saturday.

Hey, that's right. You haven't met Loy, have you?
No. No.

Well, good.
We'll have a celebration.

Thanks. I just had one.
Today's our anniversary.

Congratulations.

So, we, uh... we got a deal?

We got a deal, Joe.
And thanks.

Ah, what are friends for?
See you Saturday.

Good night, Scott.
Good night.

You can come out now.

I answered it.

Who was it?
Joe Schiller.

Joe Schiller?
What's he doing here?

He's not here.
He's in Los Angeles.

Just called to wish you
a happy anniversary.

I'll bet.

It's kind of funny, isn't it?

I mean, we haven't seen him since...
since we got married.

Must be that fine legal mind of his.

But that's not why he really called.
He offered us a job.

What kind of a job?

It's an architectural survey
of a place up the coast.

An old pile called the Rochester Castle.

You mean the one that crazy heiress built?
Uh-huh.

Actually, it's, um, more early
Hollywood Spanish than a castle.

But she was supposed to have built some
dungeons down in the basement or something.

What do they expect to do with it?

That's what they want us to find out.

Joe asked us to drive up tomorrow.

Tomorrow? You mean,
like in a couple of hours?

Pretty long drive.

We'll never make it.

Good night, Frank Lloyd Campbell.

Well, it doesn't look quite the same...

but I'm sure this is the road
that leads up to the place.

If I could just see the lake,
I'd know.

Even if it is,
we don't have the keys to get in.

I don't want to be a spoilsport, but why don't we
go back and find the real estate office.

We didn't pass it on the way up,
so it must be north of here.

About two miles, Joe said.

Let's take a ride up this road
and see if I'm right.

Oh, come on.
Where's your spirit of adventure?

It's not my spirit of adventure
I'm worried about.

It's your sense of direction.

Live dangerously, huh?

I'm pretty sure this is the place.

I think we'd better walk it.

You said the lease had just run out.

Doesn't look like anyone's
lived around here for years.

All I know is whatJoe told me,
honey.

Let's have a look.

There's a lake.
This has to be it.

How did you know there was a lake, Scott?
Have you been up here before?

No, but there were pictures in the paper
when they put Priscilla Rochester away.

What had she done?

Never really came out, honey.

Family declared her incompetent
and put away.

Then they cleaned up whatever was going on
before anyone could check it.

They must be quite a family.

Onward and upward, Mr. Campbell.

Now, why would anyone build
a thing like that in this godforsaken spot?

Locked.
Is that the only door in?

As far as I know.

Supposed to be an elevator in here
that goes to the top.

And that's the only road in.

She built this thing like a fortress.

What's in there?

Can't see a thing.

Well, I guess we'd better go back...

and find that real estate office.

[Clears Throat]

It's a funny thing...

airline hostesses,
department store buyers, secretaries...

they look all pretty much the same
when you come right down to it.

What can I do for you folks?
I'm Scott Campbell, and this is Mrs. Campbell.

Oh, of course, of course.
Mr. Schiller called about you. I'm Mr. Quimby.

Come on.
Sit down, won't you?

Now, I suppose you came by for the keys
to the Rochester place?

Yes.

Well, I'm glad you got here
during daylight...

'cause it gets spooky up there at night
if you don't know the way.

Mr. Schiller said that you
might be staying up there.
That's right.

Well, there's a store a little ways down the road.
You can get groceries there.

Gas and lights still on.
No phone though.

You're welcome to use mine
if you have to make a call.
Thanks very much.

You, uh, don't happen to be superstitious,
do you, ma'am?

l-I don't think so.

You count 'em.

Go ahead.
Count 'em.

Thirteen.

You see? You see?
Fifty doors in the place, and only 13 keys.

Of course, they'll open everything.

Uh, Mr. Quimby...

I understand someone
was leasing the castle.

That's right... for the past nine years.

The lease ran out last month.
Who was it?

Well, an old screwball...
an old fella named Arbuckle.

Captain Sam Arbuckle,
he called himself.

I understand he made his money in tent shows.
He retired up there.

Why'd he leave?
Search me.

Haven't seen much of him lately.
Never did see much of him.

Last two months of the lease
he paid in advance.

And then he just
up and walked away from it.

Didn't even turn in his keys.

That's a duplicate set you got there.

Didn't anyone ever try to find him?
What for?

Captain wanted his privacy
the same as old Priscilla.

Well, we'd better get going.

Thanks for the keys.
Glad to oblige.

Anything I can do for you,
just let me know.

You don't have a picture
of Priscilla Rochester, do you?

After what Scott told me,
I just wondered what she looked like.

If I had one, Mrs. Campbell,
I'd be happy to show it to you.

As far as I know, there are no pictures
of Priscilla Rochester.

Let's see. The last time I saw her
was about four years ago.

I thought they had put her away.

They did.
She got out a few times.

Those fancy rest homes
are not exactly Alcatraz, you know.

Yes. Well, thank you very much, Mr. Quimby.
You're welcome.

Scott, you just moved it an hour ago.
Somebody put it back.

Let's take a look at the place first.
I'll bring the stuff up later.

This is gonna be
a real guessing game.

You don't have to be polite.
I'll follow you.

Uh-huh.

Well!

Come into my parlor.

Scotty, isn't this really something?

If you like early Dracula.

I wonder what's up here.

I don't know.

Let's find the elevator.
Don't you want to try the stairs?

Tomorrow, hon.
It's getting late.

Even our own elevator.

Ours?
Well, there's nobody else here. Come on.

Isn't that terrific?
Wouldn't children love it?

Well, I don't imagine
there's ever been a child in this house.

Shall we have a look?

Do you hear what I hear?

Sounds like we have company.

Ohh.

The poor thing must be half starved.

He looks pretty well-fed to me.

Oh, Scotty!

Okay, bring it along.

There's some milk in the car.

It's okay, kitty.

So many beautiful things
from all over the world.

Yeah.

There's supposed to be a warehouse
full of stuff they took out of here...

somewhere in L. A...

if it hasn't been sold off.

Hey, what time is it?

About dinnertime.
You hungry?

I'm just beginning to get interested...

after last night.

Well, why don't you wait here...

and I'll see if a key on here
will unlock a bedroom we can use.

Then we'll go down and get our things.
Okay.

Don't be long now.

Scott?

Scotty?
Where are you?

Here I am, honey.
Come here.

Wanna show you something.

What do you think of it?

It's like something out of Dickens.

Well, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

And how do you like this?

Oh!

I thought we could make it
our headquarters while we we're here.

Office, home, dining room,
bedroom, all in one.

I can set my board up over here.
It's very cozy.

We'd better get to bed
before you fall asleep.

You awake?
Mm-hmm.

Up we go.

I'm not asleep.
Well, prove it.

Care for one more
day-after-our-anniversary toast?

Mm-mmm.
I'm for bed.

If you drop that, the estate'll sue.

Scott, one of the statues fell on the patio
while I was upstairs.

Did it break?
All over. It's a mess.

Don't worry about it.
We'll clean it up in the morning.

Now, um, which bed do you want?

Scotty!

What is it? What's the matter?
The door... it moved.

You stay here.

The lights are out.

Scotty, don't go out there.

Can't see a thing.

Oh, it's, uh, probably just a fuse.

I'll throw another log on the fire.
That'll do us for tonight.

Scotty, I think we ought to lock the doors.
I'll get the keys.

I'll do it as soon as I fix the fire.
No, I'll get them.

Scott.

The keys are gone.

Honey, they weren't in the kitchen.

I couldn't find 'em anywhere.

Well...

we're gonna look like darned fools...

but I think we'd better, uh, go see
if old Quimby's got another set.

He said the ones he gave us were the duplicates.
But what else can we do?

You don't suppose the police would help.

Honey, I'm not about to
go tell the police...

I think someone snuck in my bedroom
and took a bunch of keys.

They have a lot of trouble with kids
breaking into old places like this.

They said anything,
they'd just say it was a bunch of teenagers.

Well, under the circumstances...

I don't imagine the Rochester family...

would like the police
prying around here anyway.

That you can say again.
They have their own police.

Literally.

Oh, well, I think we'll get you
a sweater and go see Quimby.

Okay.

Honey, I can get it.
Do you need anything?

No.
Okay.

Scotty!

Where'd you find 'em?

On the floor, under the night table.

Do you suppose they could have
been there all the time?

Scotty, you know they weren't.
You looked yourself.

Wouldn't be the first time I missed something
right under my nose.

Well, I doubt you could miss
a ring of keys like that.

Okay then.

While we were out on the patio...

somebody or something
walked in here and put 'em back.

Is that what you want me to say?

What's the matter?

Scotty, count them.

That's old man Quimby's line.

Count them!

Eleven?

There were 13
when Mr. Quimby gave them to me.

You saw me count.

Well, this is...

this is probably just some sort
of prank, honey, some joke.

But if there is any danger,
I don't want you to stay here.

What about the survey?
It'll keep. We can come back later.

What if we can't?
What if they get somebody else?

Well, then...

we've lost the job, that's all.

I think we oughta stay,
at least untilJoe gets here.

Oh, honey, we've waited too long
for a chance like this.

The Rochesters are
the most creative builders in California.

You could have a ball designing for them.

- We could have a ball.
- You said it. I didn't.

Should we get our tape
and start measuring?

All right, but, uh,
I wanna try something first.

There are two keys missing
out there.

Let's find out which two rooms
someone doesn't want us to see.

Looks like we found one of them.

Are you sure you tried all of the keys?

One place down here we haven't tried yet.

What now?

Hello.

You're Scott Campbell?
Yes.

Where is Joe?
How do you do?

Uh, where's Joe?
Isn't he here?

Oh, you're Mrs. Schiller.

I thought you and Joe were coming together.
So did I.

You haven't seen him then?
No.

Oh, excuse me.
This is my wife Nancy.

How do you do again?
I'm Loy Schiller, Joe's wife.

How do you do? Would you like
to take your things upstairs?

I don't know.
lfJoe isn't here...

Oh, he'll be along.
He had to go out of town on business.

Yes, that's what he told me also.

Well...

Thank you.

Isn't this nice?
Just like being home. Almost.

Well, we like the fireplace,
and it is big enough for Scotty's things.

Oh! I forgot.

You're the, um... architect, no?

- Yes.
- Am I keeping you from working? Sorry.

Oh, no need to be.
We've just come to do a little measuring.

Haven't even started yet.
You help him with this?

Well, let's just say
I hold one end of the tape.

It must be nice working with your husband.
You'll have to ask him that.

Oh, I don't have to.
Not you two.

Go do your measuring.

Is this your cat?

No.
She comes with the house.

Perhaps I should find you another room,
if you're staying.

I don't know if we're staying.
You'll have to askJoe.

Well, we'll be close by if you need anything.
Thank you.

Sounds likeJoe needs a marriage counselor
more than he needs an architect.

Well, all he's got here is an architect.
I'm keeping my nose out of it.

Where do you suppose he is?

I was wondering that myself.

Six feet, 11 inches.

Let's get this one.

Well, hello down there.
Hi.

Oh, I borrowed a towel. I hope it's all right.
Of course.

I decided to sunbathe
while you're working.

If I'd known you were coming,
I'd have arranged for a swimming pool.

To tell you the truth,
I swim on the bottom.

How do you say? Like a rock.

I don't imagine
you get too many complaints.

Thank you.

Well, there's a chaise lounge
right on the patio.

Let's leave the foreign aid to Washington, hmm?

Can I fix you some lunch?
Oh, thank you.

It's late.
I won't have lunch today.

So I won't be... how do you say it?
Like a barn door.

I think I'll diet with you.

America is the only place where people
worry about eating too much...

instead of not enough.

Well, now that lunch is over...

we might as well get back to work.

Six feet, four and one half inches.

If I do much more bending,
my knees are gonna give out.

Just one more measurement,
and then we'll have the floor done.

Are you finished?

It's getting cold.
I think I'll change.

What are you doing
with all those numbers?

Well, you see,
before I can make my survey...

I have to make the floor plan
of each level.

Oh. You draw that on the board downstairs?
Later on.

You haven't seen Joe yet?

Mm-mmm.
Ooh!

Somebody's going to catch it.

Just think... you might have married him.

Now, really, lover. I just wanted
some people I know to think that.

Touché.

And on that note,
I think I'll fix us some drinks.

Oh.

We never did finish the other measurement.
Let's save the knees, shall we?

We didn't find that other room either.

There were two keys missing,
remember?

Honey, by the time we finish this measuring,
we'll find it. Don't worry.

Now, are you ready for that drink?
I guess so.

Oh, it's you!

You made me jump.
Hello, Nancy.

Well, Joe!
How are you?

Fine, Scotty.
Good to see you.

We've been waiting for you.

How did you get in?
Well, the downstairs door was open.

Look, uh, why don't you two go ahead
and sit down. I was gonna get some drinks.

Good.
I could use a drink.

Where's Loy?
I, uh, saw her car outside.

Well, she went down
to our room to change.

She's been waiting for you too.

Yes, I know. I was supposed to
pick her up, but she'd already left.

Well, perhaps she misunderstood.

Was she, uh, all right?
I mean... how did she feel?

Well, she seemed
very nice to me.

She's been sunbathing
most of the afternoon.

Well, it's getting dark.
What do you say we turn on some lights?

Oh, uh...
What's the matter?

The lights went out last night.
Scotty was going to fix them.

Oh?
[Chuckles]

Looks like he already did.
Well, he couldn't have. I've been with him all day.

Anniversary wine.
Oh, fine.

Scott, did you, uh, fix the lights?

Lights? No. Why?

Well, it must have been
a power failure.

Well, let's sit down
and have some wine in the country.

I got a couple of jugs in the car.
I'll get them later.

Must have been spooky around here last night
without any lights.

There have been a lot of little spooky things
around here, Joe.

I wanna talk to you about 'em.

Well, here's to crime.

Or to old acquaintance.

I'll drink to that.

How very nice.

Old school friends.

You, uh, want to explain
where you've been?

I told you I'd pick you up.
You're so polite, Joe.

Such a gentleman.
I asked you a question.

You're very good at asking questions.
Always the little lawyer.

Sit down, Loy.
I will not sit down.

You tell me you go to Santa Barbara,
so I call your room.

Loy, I told you...
I call your room, and who answers?

I tell you who answers.
A girl!

Some kind of a girl.

Sit down. Let's talk this thing...
I will not sit down.

Loy.

I'm sorry.
Joe, do you want me to go down and talk...

No, no. Thanks, Nancy.
She's like a Roman candle.

I'll do it later.

She's right, in a way.
There was a woman in the room.

An ex-girlfriend of one of our senior partners
who'd like to be single again.

You see, our firm
doesn't like divorce cases, so I was...

I was asked to handle it quietly.

Well, I don't see anything
so wrong with that.

The last one was pretty messy.

I promised Loy
I wouldn't take any more.

You didn't have to do it, did you?

No.

But let's face it... that's one way junior partners
eventually become senior partners.

Why don't you run down and talk to her?

Because that's just
what she wants me to do.

I'll get her.
If she'd gone, we'd have heard her car.

We're six stories high.
You can't hear anything up here.

Come along then.
Maybe it'll help.

It's locked. I must have
snapped something when I came in.

If it's locked,
how would Loy get out?

If she slammed it,
it probably locked by itself.

Well, if I know her,
she slammed it, all right.

Well, her car's still here.

She, uh, must be
in the house somewhere.

If she found the door locked,
she must have gone up the stairs.

Where do they lead?
Just up to the top floor.

Well, back where we started from.

Scott, I'm worried.

Loy's angry with me.
She's probably just trying to get even.

She does things like that.

No, no, Joe.

There's been something wrong
ever since we got to this place.

Who put the barricade back up? Who
took the keys? Why the locked room upstairs?

I say, let's get the police up here
and open that door.

Now, wait a minute, Scotty.

The Rochesters spent a fortune
trying to keep the police out of here.

Do you realize what fools we'd look like
if Loy should walk in and say, "Surprise"?

Mm-hmm.
What about the locked room?

What about it?
It's probably empty.

But if we call the police in,
the whole thing will be reported.

I'd like to try explaining that one
at the office Monday.

Joe...
Scotty, it's all right for you to play independent.

You probably got a dozen architectural jobs
waiting if you blow this one.

But I'm committed.

Joe, you know I don't.

But there's something wrong
around here...

whether Loy is playing hide-and-seek
with you or not.

Let's start with the old man...
Uh, Captain what's-his-name... Arbuckle.

What do you know about him?
Not very much.

Supposed to be a colorful old character.
Liked his privacy.

I don't understand
why nobody's ever looked for him.

Why should they? He paid his rent,
left the place in good order.

How do you know he left?
And what about the old lady, Priscilla Rochester?

Don't worry about her.
They've got her locked up.

But Mr. Quimby said she'd escaped before,
and that she came here.

All right.
Now, what do you want me to do?

Look, Joe.

I know how you feel about publicity...
I don't want it any more than you do.

But if we can't call the police...

I think we oughta start investigating...

the various possibilities ourselves.

For a starter,
I'd like to call the sanitarium...

and see if our Priscilla Rochester
is present and accounted for.

Well, I suppose the smart thing
for us to do would be to leave.

Can't very well do that till we find Loy.

They wouldn't talk to you at the sanitarium.
Want me to do it?

There's no phone here.
I know, but I can run down and use Quimby's.

I wish you would, Joe.

Well, I guess the least I can do
is try to keep peace in your family.

Oh, incidentally, Joe...

still a secret, what the old lady did
to make 'em put her away?

It's still a secret.

But there's no harm
in telling you, I suppose.

She killed a man with a shotgun
she kept to scare off trespassers.

Who was it?
- I don't know.

Some man who wandered up here.
Some bum nobody ever heard of.

He never was identified
because she, uh...

she blasted his head off.

Operator, would you get me the number
of the Brady Sanitarium in DeJur?

Thank you.

Yes?

1-7-2...

Thank you.

Oh, uh, could you get the number for me?
If you would, please.

You think the old lady
flew the coop again, eh?

[Rings]

Brady Sanitarium.

Well, who are you?

I see.

Well, you don't have to worry.
I checked her myself less than an hour ago.

I wish you'd check her again.
It's quite important.

I know that, but these
aren't the customary conditions.

I don't want to send someone out there
at this time of night.

All right, Mr. Schiller...

if that's what you want.

I'll be right back.

She's gone to have a look.

I'd, uh, like to keep this
between you and me.

If she's there, there's no need for anyone
to know about this call.

I got you.
You don't have to worry about me.

Spying! I caught you spying!

Always spying!
[Screaming Continues]

What do you suppose she's doing?

Spying! Spying! Spying!

I'll get you!

You don't have a thing
to worry about, Mr. Schiller.

Miss Rochester is in her room, in bed.

I see.
You're absolutely sure?

Good night.

Did you hear something?

Oh, Joe must be back. Front door's locked.

Scotty, what are you going to tell him?

What can I tell him?

We've almost searched the whole house
and haven't found her.

He seems to be taking it
rather calmly so far.

Yeah.

Well, maybe he found out something.

l... I'll wait here.
I'd rather you told him.

All right.
But you stay put.

Okay.

Did you find Loy?
No.

I checked with the sanitarium.
The old lady's in bed in her room.

What the devil could have happened to Loy?
She must be in the house somewhere.

Nancy and I have been looking
ever since you left. There's no sign.

Let's get back.
I don't want to leave her alone.

[Screams]

Honey. What's the matter?
What happened to you?

It looked like Loy.

Did you see her?

Where did you see her?

Huh? Honey,
tell me where you saw Loy.

In... In the last room
at the end of the hall.

Is this the door?

Are you sure that's the room?

There's nothing in there.
It's empty.

Honey.

Honey, are you sure
you didn't make a mistake?

Nancy, how did you see Loy?

I mean, what was she doing?

l-I don't know.

l-I thought I did,
but I just don't know.

It's all right.
All right.

Here, sit down.

Give her a few minutes, Joe,
and then we'll find out what it's about.

Oh, Scott, did you check all the rooms?
Yeah.

What about the one upstairs,
the one that was locked?
Not that one.

Still can't get in.
Mm-hmm.

Well, what do you say you and
I have a look before we call the cops?

I've already kicked in one door tonight.
One more won't hurt.

All right.

Honey, come here.
Come on.

Honey, I want you to lie down
until we get back...

and I want you to lock the door
from the inside with this key.

Leave the key in the lock. Okay?
Okay.

We won't be more
than a couple minutes.

Scott, what do you suppose...

I don't know, Joe.

Let's get it over with.
I wanna get her out of here.

How's your shoulder?
All set.

Scott.

My God.

Must be the old man...
Captain Arbuckle.

Murdered in bed.

There's nothing we can do, so let's go.

Scott. Scott.
Do you suppose Loy is...

The police'll find her, Joe.
Now, come on.

Nancy, it's me, Scott.

Unlock the door.

Come on, honey.
We're gonna go to the police.

We just found the old captain upstairs.
He's dead.

You two go ahead.

I'm gonna keep looking for Loy.

All right.

We'll be right back.
I'd feel a lot better if you had a gun.

Lawyers don't carry guns.
Their clients do.

The 13th key.
What?

Honey, we have
one more place to look.

GetJoe for me, huh?

Oh, Scotty, I don't...
Look, nothing's going to happen to me.

Now, please getJoe.

I think I know where Loy is.

Come on.

That's enough!
Leave him alone!

It's all right.
Go now.

Why, you're... you're all a...

You can say it, Mr. Campbell.

Freaks.

No. I was gonna say carnival people.

Captain Arbuckle owned a carnival.

A circus.
A small one, but it was a circus.

But you...
You mean, he hid you here...

when he retired?

I was his housekeeper, cook.

We took the others in
when they needed help.

But we never let anyone know
because of his lease.

You can come down now.

Oh, Scotty!
What have you done with my wife?

We haven't done anything
with your wife, Mr. Schiller.

That's why you're here.

He'll show you.

But you must be lying.
I saw her.

What you saw...

was a combination
of two old sideshow illusions...

the Locked Room
and the Headless Woman.

The captain has others stored down here...

a mermaid, spider-girl.

It's all done with mirrors.

You've probably seen them
dozens of times.

What have you done to her?
Just a sleeping pill.

She's very excitable.

Is that the way
you killed Captain Arbuckle?

Mr. Schiller, the captain
was the only friend we had.

We didn't kill him.

He died one night
in his bed, peacefully.

As you can see,
it isn't easy for us.

The captain took us in
many years ago...

when the sideshows
began to break up.

When he died, we just locked the door.
We didn't know what else to do.

Well, you, uh...
you could have called a doctor.

You didn't explain to them.

We had nowhere to go.

We needed time to think, to plan.

When you came,
we hoped to scare you away.

Where will you go?

Can we go?

The police will probably want
to ask you a few questions.

What will they do to us?

Well, under the circumstances, I, uh...

I don't imagine anything.

Uh, as far as we're concerned...

you can go.

Come along.
It's time for us to leave.

Where will we go?

We'll have to find a carnival again.

It won't be so bad.

The faces...
- Oh, come along. Come along.

We've all been looked at before.