All language subtitles for Phenomena.1985.CREEPERS.VERSION.720p.BluRay.x264-OLDTiME_eng

Come on, the bus won't wait.

Hurry, come on.

Hurry. Get on the bus.
The weather's turning.

Come on.

Up you get.

WRITE

Wait for me!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Over here!

Hello?

Is anyone home?

Is anyone home?

Please!
I'm a foreigner and I'm lost!

I know someone's there. Please!

So, we could say
that she lost her head

somewhere between
September 7th and 10th.

Am I right, John?
Let's see now, about that time.

The first girl to disappear...

Hey!

You naughty girl.

Hey! Where did you get this?

Where did you find it?

Outside.

And who, may I ask,
put it out there?

I don't want you ever...

I don't want you ever, ever,
playing with this again.

Ook, ook!

Oh, I forgot to introduce you.
This is Inga.

She's my nurse.

If I pick out something with my laser,
she never forgets it.

She's also my friend too,
aren't you, Inga?

But she's a very good nurse.

In the case of this head...

...the cycle not only
seems to be complete

but to have been repeated.

- Which puts us at...
- Eight months.

Now I see.

By calculating
the presence and the growth

of the flies or the maggots,

you can pinpoint
the exact date of death.

Or murder.

So, our victim was decapitated
some eight months ago.

And 15 days.
Aren't you forgetting something?

15 days while the body
was submerged in the lake.

That was September 9th.

A 14-year-old Danish tourist
named Vera Brandt.

- The body was never found.
- Like Greta.

Poor Greta.

She's missing all right,
but we have no proof she's dead.

After finding this, what's the use
of hiding from the facts?

There's a killer.

A vicious killer.

We'll get him.

And when we do...

Good night, Professor.

Do you know this part
of the country?

No, this is my first trip
to Europe.

It's a very unusual area.

- People call it the Swiss Transylvania.
- Why?

I don't know. They just do.

So, you are the Corvino girl.
Your father is terribly...

Yes, isn't he?

I admire him very much.
I thought he might have come with you.

No. Dad's working
in the Philippines.

He'll be there
for almost a year.

He can't even be reached
by telephone.

Well, in any case,
he's placed you in good hands.

You know, I'm sure
you're going to like our school.

To begin with,
we all speak English.

And then our academic programme
is based on the American one.

Ah! A bee!

Oh! Be careful!
It might sting you!

No, leave it alone!

Look out!

No, don't kill it! Please!

- Don't touch it! Don't touch it!
- Stop yelling!

- It's a bee!
- I know.

It won't hurt me.
Insects never hurt me.

I love them.

- You... you love them?
- Yes.

I love all insects.

"'The estate was once
Richard Wagner's home.

"The school only occupies
the main building.

"The others are closed
because they're not safe.

"Never go into them, ever!

Come along.

I'm starved.
Is there anything to eat?

Baby food.

My parents left it, when they came
to visit me with my little brother.

He's seven months old.

I bet he's the only male
who's ever seen me inside of this place.

Ah.

How is it?

- Like cat food.
- By the way, I'm Sophie.

- I'm French.
- Jennifer.

You are the new girl.
You were expected this afternoon.

The school has its rules.

I'm sorry,
but I must confiscate this.

Hey, wait. You don't know who that is.
That's Paul Corvino!

Sophie, that's enough.
Get into bed.

And if I catch you smoking again,
you will be sorry.

And you, young lady, to bed.

And switch off the light.

That bitch,
stealing Paul Corvino.

Yeah, it's all right.
I have a bunch of them in my bag.

So, tomorrow, I'll put them
all up all over the room.

I've seen all his movies.
I saw his last one three times.

Lucky you.

He must have made me sit through it
at least 15 times.

He says he trusts my opinion.

- You mean you know him?
- Yes, of course I do.

Have you been to bed with him?

Paul Corvino is my father.

- Oh... sorry.
- It's all right.

Your mother lives in India
and owns a hotel.

She remarried.
Your father never did.

You were only seven
when they split up.

You know,
I'm really glad you're here.

I've always had to sleep alone.

It can be very scary.
Thanks for coming.

I'm the one
who should thank you.

Don't let me forget,
I owe you a meal.

You know, there's a murderer
around here. A crazy man.

A maniac who kidnaps girls
our age and kills them.

And then he hides the bodies.

Can we change the subject?
I need my sleep.

I'm really tired from the trip.

You're right.

Sometimes I lie awake all night,
thinking about it.

What do you think about
before you fall asleep?

My father.

If I thought about your father,
I'd never get any sleep.

- Shit!
- Are you OK?

Are you foreign? Are you hurt?

Why are you dressed like that?

Do you understand me?

- I'm sleepwalking.
- Do you believe that tale?

No, if you ask me,
she's on drugs.

- Just look at her eyes.
- I need to wake up.

Cut it out!

Gosh! She's gone!

Come on, let's go.

Is this the first time
you've been sleepwalking?

No.

- My saviour.
- So, you're American?

Mm-hm. I'm studying
at the academy.

- Where are you from?
- I'm from Scotland.

I came here as a student
and stayed to teach.

Then I had this accident
and I haven't moved since.

What do you teach?

Entomology.

- I study insects.
- Really?

Do insects interest you?

Yeah, a lot. I love them.

- Do you mean that?
- Absolutely. Why?

You remind me of another girl.

Greta. She used to come here
sometimes, help out.

- Mostly secretarial work and then...
- Then?

She was supposed to come here
one night. She never arrived.

- The killer got her.
- What do you know about that?

You must be frozen, child.

She left her coat here.
It's upstairs. Here.

She'll show you where it is.

Now, don't play any tricks.

Bull's-eye!

What beats me
is that it never misses.

The species is supposed
to be practically blind.

Thanks. Be careful.
You're in range.

It won't do anything to me.

It's sort of sweet.

That substance
is secreted by a gland.

It too is meant
to attract a mate.

You're exciting him,
and he's doing his best to excite you.

And to think we only just met.

This isn't the mating season.

I can't understand it.

I've never seen
anything like it before.

Well, thanks for everything.

Stop by any time.

Good night.

You make an old man happy.
Take the cable car.

It's only a five-minute ride
from the town.

I don't know. Maybe.

And mind how you go
with that sleepwalking.

If it happens to you again,
you must say, "I am sleepwalking.

"I must wake up.

"I am sleepwalking.
I must wake up."

"I'm sleepwalking.
I must wake up."

Hello? Shapiro Evans?

Hi. I'd like to speak to Morris,
please.

I mean Mr Shapiro.

Jennifer Corvino.

Right, Paul Corvino's daughter.

He's out of town?

Three days?

Hey, look who's there.

Zombie.

Hey, have you heard?
She walks in her sleep.

Walks in her sleep?
If you ask me, she's got problems.

So, that's Paul Corvino's daughter.

That still doesn't give her
the right to be such a show-off.

Here she comes.

- What's wrong?
- Damn Morris.

- Who's he? Your boyfriend?
- No.

He's my father's agent and attorney.

I want to tell him to get me
out of this shitty school.

- He found it.
- Why do you want to leave?

Your little brother isn't the only male
to have graced this place.

- First, you forgot the doctor.
- He's not a man.

He's got more hands
than the entire basketball team.

And second,
you forgot the killer.

Killer.

What is the poet trying to say
with these words?

Well? Who's going to answer?

You tell us.

- Me?
- Yes, you, Elizabeth.

I think the poet took the words
right out of a Bee Gees song.

That's very funny.

The poet in question
is Abraham Cowley.

What if the killer saw me?

- I'm really scared.
- I would be too.

Can you imagine if I walk
in my sleep again tonight

and run right into him?

Please, promise you'll keep
an eye on me tonight.

We'll lock the door.

And if you hear me get up
or do anything, wake me.

Promise?

Please say yes.

Sophie? You tell us.

- Me?
- Yes. Stand up.

Um... um...

The poet, through
his oracular style...

The poet, through
his auricular style...

- Oracular.
-...oracular style...

...tells us
of the dangers we face,

should we forget the sense
and meaning of the past.

...tells us of the danger we face,

should we forget the sense
and the meaning of the past.

And do you believe
that danger exists?

- Screw the past.
- Screw the past.

Right on, Sophie.

Guys! Silence!

And what about Ancient Greece?
Shakespeare?

OK, I'll keep an eye
on you tonight.

- And Richard Wagner!
- Richard Gere!

- Do you like it?
- Nice! Where did it come from?

I put it on by mistake.
Guess who it belongs to.

Paul Corvino's daughter.

- Yeah? The actor?
- Yes.

Her name is Jennifer
and she's my roommate.

All right!

Oh, yes, he's fantastic.
All those muscles!

Not him, her. What is she like?

Oh, she's pretty.
She wears her hair like mine.

I have to watch her at night
because she walks in her sleep.

- Walks in her sleep?
- Yeah.

She gets up
and she walks like this.

Really, Sophie, I have to go.

Oh, come on,
stay a while longer.

I can't. I really have to go.

You shit!

- What did you say?
- I said fuck you!

I'm sleepwalking.

I must...

must...

I must wake up.

Sophie?

"The police came this morning.

'My pal the headmistress
told them not to believe anything I say,

'because she thinks I'm crazy.

'Maybe you think
I'm crazy too, Dad.

'I mean, there was
really nothing I could do.

'l was so scared that I couldn't say
anything about what I saw

'or why I screamed.

So, you think the glove
belonged to the killer?

Yeah, I'm sure of it.

Have you any idea
why they behave like that?

Never done this before.

I guess they sense
the mood I'm in.

I'm often in a bad mood,
upset about something,

but they don't carry on like this.

You see that glove?

An insect, a firefly, led me to it.

It was like it heard me...
and it answered my call.

You've calmed them down
just by telling me that.

- But that's ridiculous.
- The paranormal powers

that are unusual in human beings
are perfectly natural in insects.

Some species communicate
with each other

over vast distances by telepathy.

It's perfectly normal for insects

to be slightly telepathic.

Yeah, it's normal for insects.

But am I normal?

Fraulein Corvino
cannot be left alone.

I want someone in here with her.

And I want to know everything
she says and does.

I'm scared of her. She arrived
and Sophie disappeared.

Plus she's crazy.
Listen to this.

"Dear Dad..."

Ah, here it is. "Do you remember
what the doctor said

"about sleepwalking
manifesting a split personality?

"It's true, my second personality
is emerging.

"Do you know how?
I communicate with insects."

"I mean I've discovered
I have power over them.

"I'm not kidding,
I even have a witness,

"the famous entomologist John McGregor,
who lives near here.

- "We've become friends..."
- You see? She is crazy.

This is mine.

- Hey, Jennifer, listen!
- What?

Bzz.

- I'm a spider!
- And I'm a worm.

- Speak and you shall be obeyed.
- No, no!

Stop it! Stop it!

I'm a killer spray!
Death to all insects!

- I'm a mosquito!
- I'm a fly!

- I'm a mosquito! A mosquito!
- I'm a spider! I'm a spider!

We worship you! We worship you!

We worship you!
We worship you! We worship you!

- Now, that's enough, girls!
- We worship you!

We worship you! We worship you!
We worship you!

I love you.

I love you all.

I love you.

I love all of you.

- She's still asleep.
- I called an ambulance

to have her taken
to the mental hospital.

They'll be here any minute.

At least they'll be better equipped
to keep her calm.

- But is she insane?
- Well, she's not normal.

- She's diabolic.
- Diabolic?

Yes. The Bible also refers
to the devil as Baalzebub,

which means Lord of the flies.

Call me as soon as she wakes up.

Diabolic?

Hey, does Jennifer
look like a devil to you? Huh?

I understand
how you must be feeling.

I know what it feels like
to be different.

And the conditions that go with it,
pity, irony, revulsion...

annoyance.

People have the ability to make you
almost hate yourself.

There's a big difference
between you and me.

When that car bashed into me,
I lost something.

But you, you gained something.

You're in a position
to do extraordinary things

with that gift of yours.

Come on! I want to
show you something.

Come on, Inga.

Look, these were
inside the glove.

Larvae of the Great Sarcophagus.

A rather menacing name,
appropriate to the insect that bears it.

It lives exclusively off dead bodies.
Human remains.

It is capable of picking up
the scent of a dead body

over vast distances.

Its sensory perception
is extraordinary, quite unique.

But why did the glove
have so many larvae in it?

Perhaps because when
the murderer hides his victims,

he likes to keep
in physical contact with them.

Conserving them.

If we mean to get him,
we have to call on the services

of the two greatest detectives
ever known.

Perhaps I should say
unknown up until now.

Who are they?

You...

and him.

The Great Sarcophagus.

Hold out your hand.

There.

See, he's not afraid of you.
He won't do that for me.

Ask him to lead you
where the dead bodies are hidden,

and he'll lead you.

That fly is your magic wand.

It could be anywhere.

Not anywhere.

On a 52-kilometre route.

The first girl to disappear
was a Danish tourist.

She took a bus on the Red Line.

It starts on the city square
on a 52-kilometre route,

calling at various tourist traps
on the way.

She was seen
getting on that bus.

When you get near
to the killer's house,

you'll know about it
soon enough,

because the Sarcophagus
will go crazy

and head straight
for the dead bodies.

All you have to do is follow it
and come straight back.

Do you feel up to it?

Yeah. I want him caught.

For Sophie.

And I want him caught for Greta.

I wish you all the luck
in the world.

My two detectives.

Wait! Wait! Please!

Thanks.

- What are you doing here?
- I was following a...

Who are you? You came here
to steal, did you?

No! I was looking for someone!

You were looking for someone?
Come on, the house is empty.

No-one's lived here

since the former tenants
moved out eight months ago.

The house is for sale!

- I'm really sorry!
- Sure!

I didn't mean to cause any harm!

- Ugh!
- Hey!

Ah.

May I help you?

- Who are you?
- I'm the estate agent.

If you're looking for a house,
I'm your man.

- Anyone living in the house now?
- No.

By the way,
where did you come from?

- 1 didn't hear you drive up.
- How long has the house been empty?

I don't know.
Seven, eight months maybe.

Who was living here before?

We do not give out
that kind of information.

It's absolutely confidential
and against our company...

I'm Inspector Geiger.
Cantonal Police.

It's all right, Inga.

You've locked yourself out,
you silly girl.

This damn machine!

What on earth
is going on round here?

Who's that?

Is there someone there?

Uh... wait!

Who... who is it?

Hey! Answer me!

Who are you?

Aaah!

[MOTORHEAD: "Locomotive"]

Station to station,
beating up the track

Check on your time
"cause I ain't never coming back

You know I'm loaded

Railroaded

I'm explosive

I'm a locomotive...

Shit, Morris! I'm telling you,
I won't stay here a minute longer.

I want to come home and I don't have
the money for a ticket.

Send me some money.
A telex in my name.

Do it, Morris!

I don't want to be murdered.

I'm sorry. There's nothing here
in your name.

Now what am I supposed to do?

It could arrive at any time.

Look, why don't you
come back later?

- Can I wait here?
- Sure, you can wait over there, but...

I suggest you go for a walk.

I'll wait.

Hello, Jennifer.

Your father's attorney Mr Shapiro
called us from New York.

He was very worried about you.

And extremely angry with us
for, let's say, losing you.

What a bastard.

He sounded very reasonable
on the phone.

He spoke to me
and only calmed down

when I told him lwould
come for you myself.

He said I would find you here.

- I'm not going back to that school.
- Of course not.

He said you want to go back
to America immediately. Is that true?

- Yes.
- Well...

He authorised me to buy you a ticket
and give you some money.

Is that all right?

- OK.
- Good.

Good luck!

- What time is my flight?
- 12 noon tomorrow.

The last flight out today
has already left.

What about tonight?

I'm not going to sleep at the school.

I'm not going back there.
I'm not gonna sleep there.

- I never want to see the place again.
- Don't worry.

If that's what you want,
it's all right.

Mr Shapiro said to do
whatever you wanted.

Most of our patients
are kept under restraint.

Take my word for it, Inspector.

The person you're looking for
is not one of ours.

No-one's ever escaped from here.

Correct.

But I'm working from
the exact opposite assumption.

How can I explain?

It isn't as if someone
got out of your institution...

...but rather got in.

You have had such a case,
I believe?

Yes, a curious incident.

It happened about 15 years ago

here on the lower basement level.

Since then, it's only been accessible
to members of the staff.

The further down
one goes in this place,

the more monstrous
the inmates become.

It's probably the same in hell.

Until you reach the last circle,
the one without a centre.

You can stay with me tonight.

It's enormous.
Do you live here alone?

No.

You'll sleep in here, Jennifer.

I hope you find it
comfortable enough.

Looks fine. Thank you.

Why are the mirrors
covered like that?

I told you, I don't live alone.
I have a small son.

He's very sick.

I cover the mirrors for his sake.

He doesn't want to see
his reflection.

I worry about him very much.
He's changed my life completely.

Sometimes I think
he's driving me crazy.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh.

These are things that can happen
in a woman's life.

But don't worry.
You won't see him.

- Oh, I don't mind if...
- No. It's better if you don't.

He stays in his room
with his crazy thoughts.

Would you like something?
A cup of tea?

- No, I don't want to bother you.
- It's no bother.

I'm sorry.
I kicked the train by mistake.

It hit him.

- Maybe he's hurt.
- Hun?

- Don't grab him like that!
- Why not?

What on earth are you thinking?

This is my son?

It's only a doll.

You're a very sensitive young lady.

Are you frightened?

- No, no.
- Yes, you are.

I can see it in your eyes.

You're burning up.

- You have a fever.
- No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

In this part of the country,
with this wind,

it's hardly surprising.

I'll get you a pill.

You don't want to leave
with a cold tomorrow, do you?

Imagine what
Mr Shapiro would say.

You should take them both.
But if you prefer, one is enough.

I don't want any pills.

- May I use the bathroom?
- The bathroom is over there.

And you will take the pills.

Do as you're told.
You're my responsibility.

All right, I'll take the pills.

- I'll get you some water.
- I can get it myself.

Shit, get out of the way!

May I close the door?

What a bitch.

'Larvae
of the Great Sarcophagus.

"It lives exclusively off dead bodies,
human remains.‘

Poison!

Jennifer, what are you doing?

Poison!

Jennifer, answer me!
Open the door!

Open the door!

Answer me!
How dare you behave like this?

Jennifer!

Let me in! Let me in!

Why didn't you open the door?
What were you doing?

Did you take the pill?
What were you doing?

Help! Help!

15 years ago, when you were
still working in Basel...

...you were assaulted.

Surely you haven't
forgotten the incident?

No. Look at this.

Oh! He pulled me to him
through the bars.

There were bars between us.

I understand, Frau Bruckner.
Forgive me.

But we have to be precise.

So, you moved here eight months ago.
Is that correct?

Yes, that is so, Inspector.
Please come this way.

And where were you living
before that?

Outside Zurich.

Oh.

'Perhaps the murderer
hides his victims.

'He likes to keep in physical contact
with them,

'conserving them.

'He's a psychopath!

[IRON MAIDEN: "Flash of the Blade"]

As a young boy chasing dragons
with your wooden sword so mighty

You're St George or you're David

And you always killed the beast

Times change very quickly
and you had to grow up early

A house in smoking ruins
and the bodies at your feet

You'll die as you lived
in a flash of the blade

In a corner forgotten by no-one

You live for the touch,
for the feel of the steel

One man and his honour

The smell of resined leather

The steely iron mask

As you cut and thrust and parried

At the fencing master's call

He taught you all he never knew

To fear no mortal man

And now you'll wreak your vengeance

In the screams of evil men

You'll die as you lived

In a flash of the blade

In a corner forgotten by no-one...

One man and his honour...

- Mr Shapiro?
- Yes.

The car rental agency.
Your car is right outside.

Here's the key.
Do you need a map, sir?

No, thank you. I know the area.

Jennifer!

Hello?

Don't be afraid.

I'm Inspector Geiger.
I've come to help you!

Help me! Help!

Help!

Thank you.

You fucking bitch!

You bitch!

I'll get you!

Go away! You scare me!

- I won't hurt you.
- I don't want you here!

I know your mother was bad.

But I want to help.

You don't have to worry
about the mirrors anymore.

It's all over.

No! Please! No! Please!

No! No! No!

- Morris!
- Jennifer?

- Morris!
- Thank God!

Aaah!

He was diseased...

but he was my son.

And you have...

Why didn't I kill you before?

I killed that... that inspector
and your professor friend,

to protect him,

and now I'm going to kill you,

to avenge him!

Why don't you call your insects?

Go on!

Call! Call!