All language subtitles for The.Haunting.of.Julia.1977.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-PLiSSKEN

Tomorrow's
Saturday, Mommy.

Oh! No school tomorrow.

No, we're going
swimming, aren't we?

Well, that's right,
if the weather's nice.

Oh, it will be nice,
nicer than it was
in Yorkshire.

Rained all the time
there, didn't it?

I thought you
liked Yorkshire.

I did,
but not for swimming.

Oh, Katie, would you tell
your father breakfast
is ready?

Daddy!
Breakfast!

Coming.

Told him.
I heard.

Here, sit down and
have your breakfast.

Can I have an apple?
After breakfast.

Where's Daddy,
honestly?

Daddy!

Your breakfast's ready.

I heard.
Good morning.
Good morning.

Oh, just coffee, please.

We're going
swimming tomorrow.
Are you?

Let him come, too, Mama.

Katie,
don't eat so fast.

You will come,
won't you, Daddy?

Your mummy
will take you.

But I want you
to take me.

Katie,
your father
has things to do.

Not more important
than swimming.

I think
this is something
you better deal with.

What is it?
The bank.

They want you
to sign a release on the
interest in your trust fund.

Oh, my autograph.

Nice to be in demand.

Just your signature.

Katie, please.

It would help if you
got it into the post today.

Katie, what's the matter?

Katie, you all right?

Here, drink this.

Christ, what's
the matter with her?

She's choking.

There's something
in her throat.

Magnus,
she can't breathe!

Katie! Katie!

Use your finger,
try and get it out.

She can't breathe!

I can't get it out.

There must be something
lodged in her windpipe.

Hurry up
and call the doctor.

There's no time.

Damn it,
she needs a doctor.

Katie! Oh, Katie!

We need a doctor quickly.
My daughter's...

...an ambulance,
we need an ambulance.

Don't die. Don't die.

She swallowed
something. I don't know...

I said,
she can't breathe.

Oh, no!

The ambulance is on...

What are you doing?

Make a hole, get it out.

Quick.
They're coming.

There's no time.

Good morning,
Mrs. Lofting,
and how are you today?

Fine.
Good.

I've just been talking to
your husband on the phone.

And he thinks
it's high time
you were out of here

and back
in the world again.

Well, I told him,
I thought you
were well enough.

How would you
like to go home today?

I think it would be
the best thing for you.

Now that you're well,
you must pick up your
life again, Mrs. Lofting.

Your husband is coming
to collect you this afternoon.

Sister will help you with
your things and I will
have a talk

with Mr. Lofting
before you go.
All right?

Well, Mr. Lofting,
from our point of view,
we're quite pleased with her.

Quite pleased
with her indeed.

Thank you.

We got her back
to a good weight.

She's beginning
to communicate now,

she's taking a positive
interest in things.
It's all very encouraging.

Of course,
we don't know

what the long term
psychological effects
will be

from a trauma
of this severity.

You're very lucky to have
Mr. Brudenell to see
her through.

I take it you have made
appointments...

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
He's suggested we have three
sessions a week to start with.

Good. Good.

Well, I'll leave her
in excellent hands.

Good luck
to you both,
Mr. Lofting.

Thank you very much,
Dr. Goldman,
I most appreciate it.

Not at all.
Julia!

Julia!

Julia!

Julia!

Just go, please.

This is
one of the better parts
of Kensington, of course.

From a residential
point of view.

Most of the properties
on the other side
of the Bayswater Road

seem to belong to the
League of Nations nowadays.

Oh, yes.
Mmm.

Of course,
the market is
very colorful.

But I think you'll find this
a rather more civilized
corner of the world.

Yes, it's a beautiful
property, isn't it?

If I may say so,
you're very fortunate
to find it like this.

Lock, stock and barrel.

I was rather expecting
it to go to Arab money.

Oh, yes, from
the League of Nations.

Oh, could I have
the key, please?

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, I hope you'll be
very happy here,
Mrs. Lofting.

Thank you very much.

Yes...
Goodbye.

Thank you.

Do you want some?

Darling, it's very unfair
of you to put us through
all this.

Poor Magnus
and I have been
frantic with worry.

I'm sorry.

I felt it was important
to find a house and
get settled,

while I still have
the courage to go
through with it.

How is he?

He's desperate, darling.

I know my brother
very well,

and I know he can
be unfeeling at times,

but he needs you.

Needs me?

That's a side
I haven't seen.

Please don't tell him
where I am.

Darling, he loves you.

This will pass.

People have
trial separations...
No!

Things have been
wrong for a long,
long time.

Maybe, they were
never right.

The fact that
Magnus can't see that...

There's just
no place to begin.

And now that Katie's gone,
there's no reason to try.

I'm only asking you
to be open-minded.

Lily, it's over,
it's finished.

I've bought a new house,
I'm happy there.

All right, darling.

Goodbye.
Bye.

Katie?

Thank you so much.

Oh, no!

Who is it?

Oh, my baby!

Forgive me.

Forgive me!

Magnus.

Magnus, I know it's you.

Get away
or I'll call the police.

Hello, Julia?

Lily, how could you?

Julia,
now you listen to me.

I want you to leave
that place and come home.

No. I am home.

Leave me alone.

I've made it
clear to your estate agent

that any contract
you may have signed

will be subject
to a doctor's approval
of your state of mind.

Do you understand?

Julia?

Oh! My!
I'm sorry. Sorry.

I rang the bell,
but the door was open.
So I just came in.

Is it broken?

Oh, I don't know.

What are you
doing with this?

Oh, this is a present
for your new house.

Oh, it's beautiful.
You shouldn't have.

I know. But it's been
in the shop for months
and nobody would buy it.

It's good to see you.
And you.

I gather
Magnus is not here.

No.

He knows where
you are, though.

How do you know that?

Well, he rang the shop
this morning in a fury.

Accused me of
coming between you,
influencing your mind.

Oh, Mark, I'm sorry.

I told him I thought
you were doing rather well,

without any influence
from either of us.

Do you think I'm right?

I think you're beautiful.
Yes. Yes, I think
you're right.

You can't expect
Magnus to accept that.

Come on,
show me your castle.

I think
Magnus was prowling around
the battlements last night.

Oh, God!
You better build a moat.

Come on.

Ta-da!

Oh, my God!

It's incredible.

Where'd you get
all the furniture?

It was all here.
I just bought everything.

You play?
On that?

Ping pong.

Sacrilege.

Don't tell me,
you do a great Liberace.

God! Do I?

Thank you.

Ha! Who tuned this?

Beethoven.

How are you, anyway?

I'm fine.

Really?

Oh, oh, really.

Let's see. I'm happy.

Excited about everything
being suddenly new,
like all this.

And I'm more frightened
than I've ever been in
my whole life.

It's like
stepping out
on a window ledge

and feeling so alive.

Because all the time,
part of you wants
to jump.

Sometimes, I feel
I've already jumped.

Come and see
the bathroom.

Good God above!
Who lived here
before you?

Mae West?

I don't know.

And the bedroom's
through there.

Oh, were you breeding
orchids in here?

I switched it off.
I know I did.

Maybe I didn't.

It's on now, all right.

That's been
wired up wrongly.

Actually,
you should have the
whole house checked.

It's so old.

Sorry.

I just miss her so much.

You know I promised her.

First, you make me
break the promise,

then straightaway
you start spying on her.

Oh, Lily,
you're a long way
from the girl guides now.

I doubt that
one small slip will
darken your immortal soul.

Don't say
things like that.

Well, what do you
want me to say?

Oh, come on now, Lily,
don't be so damn pious.

It may surprise you to
learn that I'm fond of her.

I'm not fond of you

frightening her
and bullying her
back on to your side.

And what happens
to us if I fail?
If I lose her?

I'm going to get her back,
any way I can.

And leaving her to dream away
in that house of hers is not
my idea of one of them.

I don't know.
She's very determined, Magnus.

Katie?

Mommy! Mommy!

What have you done?

What you wanna
do that for, eh?

She touch you, Jamie?

You're some sort
of a nut, are you?
No.

Go on, you piss off.
Piss off.

You come back here and
I'll have the law on you.

Piss off!

Julia?
Hello.

This is Lily.
Listen, I'm in an awful fix.

You remember
the little monthly
gatherings of mine?

Yeah.

Yes, we were all
rather looking forward
to our meeting tonight.

We have a new medium,
a Mrs. Fludd.

She's rather good.

Well, my problem
is that Mr. Piggott is
having his house painted

and the whole
place reeks of it.

So, it can't be there,
as we usually do it.

I was wondering,
if we could use
your house.

Please say
you don't mind.

Not just the meeting
I was thinking of.

You did say you'd
enjoy some company.

Did I?

Well, you did
ask me to call you.

All right.

Will there be
a lot of them?

Well, there'll be five of us,
with Ms. Pinner and Mrs. Ward.

You're sure
you don't mind?

That's very sweet of you.
Shall we say 9:00 then?

Uh-huh, okay.

All right. Bye-bye.

So, what are we
supposed to do?

We're supposed
to join in, or what?

I don't know,
I'm not gonna
do anything.

I'd feel silly.

Just don't
go to the door
when the bell...

...rings.

I've got to.

Ah! You must be
the remarkable Mrs. Fludd.

No, no, no,
this is Lily. Mark.

Oh, you're Lily?
Sorry. Hello.

You must be
the remarkable
Mrs. Fludd.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Come and sit down.

I hope our presence won't
upset the spirits in any way.

Seven ain't
a bad number.

Seven's a good number,
but I don't know about

two new emanations
within the circle.

We shall have to see.

It'll be rather
a strain for her.

I think you should've
said something, Julia.

Well, don't expect
no transcendences or
transformations, that's all.

Oh, I see. Right.

Oh, I'll get it.

Would you like
to sit down?

Mark.
Mmm?

Julia's in a rather
fragile state.

I don't want you to
complicate things
for her.

Well, I hope
it won't upset her

having all this business
in the house.

- Everyone's in here.
- Thank you so much.

Ah, George!
Excuse me.

My word!
Much grander than
our usual gathering.

How do you do?
Lily.

This is a friend of
Mrs. Lofting.
Mark Foster.

They will be joining
our circle this evening.

Oh, I see.

Oh! Mrs. Fludd.
Hello, dear.

Well, I'll get
some drinks.

Would you
like to sit down?

Sherry?

Do you think
the others will be long?

Not if they can
help it, dear.

Oh, mustn't keep
the spirits waiting, eh?

Don't mind him, dear.
He might not know it,
but he's receptive.

Pretty men
are like that.

Oh!

You're a genius, Mrs. Fludd.
You'd better raise your fees.

I don't take money, dear.

Money soils the gift.

Do take tea, though.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I haven't any.

Would you like some coffee?

Coffee? No.
That's caffeine.

Caffeine's a drug.

She's right.

That'll be them.
I'll get it.

We get to hold hands
in the dark, Mrs. Fludd.

Of course we do, dear.

What if the spirits
nick the silver?

Spirits can't
do anything on
their own, dear.

Not in the material way.

They have to have someone
on this side for them to
do it through first.

And if they do want something,
it ain't normally the silver.

Julia! This is Ms. Pinner
and Mrs. Ward.

They'll complete
our circle this evening.

How do you do?
Good evening.

So kind of you
to let us come here.

We should
hate to have missed
Mrs. Fludd's communication.

Now that
we're all here,
shall we begin?

Oh, I'm not...
I'm just gonna watch.

Oh, but you
must join in.

Mark, are you
actually going...
I don't mind.

I will if you will.
You stay next to me.

She can sit next to me,
can't she, Mrs. Fludd?

She can sit
where she likes, dear.
It's her house.

Someone here is having
difficulty focusing.

Sorry, I can't.

Sorry, but
it just is too much.

Close the circle.

Close it.

Close it.

Make your minds empty. Empty.

Quiet.

Empty your minds.

Let nothing enter.
Nothing.

No.

No.

Stop! No.

Stop. Stop! No!

Mrs. Fludd,
are you all right?

Mrs. Fludd,
what happened?

I'll get some water.

I think
I'd like to go to
the bathroom, if I may.

I'll show
you where it is.
Thank you.

I think it's a possession.

She's been possessed.

Surely not.
What did you see?

I've never known her
like this before.

She's always
so controlled.

You must leave.
Go away!

Why?
Leave the house.

- Why?
- Did you say, "Go"?

Why?
Terrible thing.

She saw something.

Something came into her
and she saw it.

Perhaps
I should get back.

You're not frightened,
are you, George?

What are we
going to do
about it?

Ms. Pinner!

I can quite easily
walk from here,
thank you so much.

Good night.
Mrs. Lofting.

I do hope Ms. Pinner
will be all right.

Oh, Lily
will look after her.
She wasn't hurt badly.

No, I'll just
say good night.
Good night, Mrs. Fludd.

Good night, Mr. Piggott.
Good night.

Oh, Mark, I'll walk
Mrs. Fludd to her door.
I'll be right back.

Mrs. Fludd!

I'll just walk you
to your door.

Bloody old witch!

In here?

Here we are.

Would you like me
to call someone for you?
Do you have a telephone?

You must go away.

It's all right,
I can stay for
a few minutes.

No!

The house,
your house.

You must leave it.
Get out.

Why?

There's wickedness.

Bad things.

Mrs. Fludd, please,
what did you see?

A child.

A child?

A little blonde girl?
Mmm-mmm.

Mrs. Fludd,
is that what you saw?

Mrs. Fludd, please!

Mrs. Fludd!

Hello, Mark,
how are you?

Oh, hello, Magnus.
How's things in the city?

The awesome
wheels of capitalism
still grinding smoothly?

Is there somewhere
we can talk?

Why, is your
umbrella getting wet?
Oh, that's very funny.

I want to talk
to you about Julia.

Yes, it did
occur to me.

You've seen her,
haven't you?

Oh, yes.

Then you know that
she's not very well
and that she needs help.

Uh-huh.

I know
she's not with you.
That's a start, isn't it?

Now look, I didn't come here
to trade insults with you,
so don't make me start.

Well, you didn't come
to buy a lamp, either,
did you?

Now, you just listen to me.
My wife is a very sick
woman and you know it.

Ever since Katie died,
she's been completely
self-destructive.

She's locked herself
in that goddamn house

and she refuses
to listen to reason
from me or anyone else.

And I'll tell
you something.

If it goes on much longer,

I doubt there's gonna be
anything that anyone can do.

But just at this moment,
I can. Is that it?

Don't think I like it.

Just come
to the point, Magnus.
What do you want me to do?

I want you
to talk to her.

Since you seem
to be the only person
in the position to do so,

I'd like you to
try to convince her
that she needs help.

Whose? Yours?

No, not mine, a doctor's.
I don't need a go-between.

Doctor's.

You don't
mean the kind
with a stethoscope

and the bathroom scales,
do you?

And you would want to
have a word with him about

the nervous strain
she's been under for
the past few months.

She's not dangerous,
except to herself.

She's not responsible.

I don't think
you're qualified
to say what she is.

Jesus Christ!
That's it, isn't it?

I'm right.

Poor Julia,
on the brink of madness.

She's not responsible
for herself or for
anything else

and noble Magnus
steps in to take
the reins.

All legal and certified,
particularly certified.

You son of a bitch!

You are
a disgusting,
devious bastard!

I mean,
you'd eat shit for money!

Of course I've been
trying to help Julia!

What do you think I've been
doing for the last two months?

While you've been
climbing over the roof,

trying to scare the
living daylights
out of her.

I'll tell you
what I think
you've been doing.

Oh, get out
of here, Magnus!

Interfering bastard!

Excuse me, sir,
just a minute.

Oh, go away, will you?
Now look...

Now look, I don't know
what your business
is here,

but if the lady
isn't answering,

I suggest that you go away.

That lady happens
to be my wife.

Yes, well,
it still doesn't
give you the right

to be prowling around here
in this fashion.

I think you should leave.

Oh, really?
And just what do you
intend to do about it?

I shall go and
call the police.
Oh, Christ!

Now look, sir!

You really oughtn't
to take the old girl
too seriously, you know.

I don't think
she was play acting.

Neither do I.
I mean, she was
a nice old soul.

She just gets taken in
by her own imagination.

I don't know.
Oh, come on!

The other old bird, falling
downstairs at precisely
the moment she did,

heightened
the whole affair.

But she was
really terrified,
even when I got her home.

Yes, I don't suppose
she told you with
what, though.

Yes, she did.
She said she saw a child.

You think it was Kate?

I don't know.
I don't know
what I think.

Maybe Magnus was right,
maybe I am going crazy.

Are you sure you
don't mind me staying?

No, no.
Magnus said that?

It isn't just Magnus.

I keep feeling Kate.

In the house, in the park.

And I feel such hatred.

Why should Kate hate you?
You tried to save her life.

If anybody's trying
to upset you,
it's Magnus.

Magnus?
Mmm-hmm.

Why?

Because he needs you,
he needs you to live
as he does.

The longer you're away
from him, living
independently of him,

less chance
he has at keeping you.

All he can do is
make you so bloody scared

that you'll go
running back to him.

Really.

Come on, it's late.
Now to bed.
Right.

Good night.
Good night.

And thank you.

Julia?

Julia?

Julia? Julia?

Julia?

Julia?

Julia?

I know you're here.

So this is a game of
hide and seek.

It's over.

Listen, darling.

I'm not angry with you.
You understand that?

You're frightening
yourself, not me.

Now, stop playing games.
I only want to talk
to you, that's all.

Do you want me
to say a password?

God damn it!

Will you stop acting
like some kind of
a lunatic

and come out of
this stinking place?

When you gonna start
acting like a grown woman,

instead of a twisted
little child?

Okay, I...
Listen, I'm sorry.

Do you hear me?

Whatever it is that you think
I did to you, I'm sorry.

I just want
to talk to you.

I can't
do that very well
with you hiding from me,

like I'm some kind
of monster.

All right.

You play your games
if you want to

and I'll come back
with a doctor,

so he knows just exactly
what I'm up against.

Do you hear me? Julia?

Good morning.
Hello.

Isn't it nice?
Yes, isn't it?

I was wondering if you knew
you had a visitor here
last evening.

He said
he was your husband.

My husband had
words with him.

I thought I ought
to tell you because
as far as we could see,

he broke in here
after that.

Oh.

Well, thank you for
telling me.

Branscombe.
Claudia Branscombe.

How do you do?
I'm Julia Lofting.

Would you like to come
in for some coffee,
Mrs. Branscombe?

Claudia.
I'd be delighted.

The pound's
dropped again.

I'm so sorry
about your husband.

Oh, he's quite
recovered now.

Bit of a bruise on the
elbow, nothing serious.

The excitement certainly
doesn't seem to have
done him any harm anyhow.

Your husband
doesn't live
with you?

No, no,
we separated.

Remarkable how many
couples are nowadays.
I blame it on the pill.

I hope
you don't mind
instant coffee?

Not at all.

Have you lived in this
neighborhood for long,
Mrs. Branscombe?

Years and years.
Ever since I was a girl.

Do call me Claudia.
Claudia.

I always feel
Mrs. Branscombe

makes me sound like some
sort of cookery book
or something.

Sorry!

Yes, I suppose I must
be one of the permanent
features of the street by now.

Nothing changes very much,
except people, of course.

You must
have known the people
who lived here before.

Oh, goodness, yes!

My father bought our house
about the same time
they came here.

Makes me feel
practically biblical.

What were they like?
Who, dear?

The people who
lived here before.
Oh!

They were two sisters.

Dear little things,
like a couple of
garden gnomes.

They always seemed to me
to be about 100 years old,

for as long as
I can remember.

Here's your coffee.
Thank you.

Milk?
Oh, I'm sorry.

Jeffrey won't have
coffee in the house.

Really?

There was
a most unfortunate
woman here before that.

A Mrs. Rudge, I think.

Oh?

Not a very nice
story, I'm afraid.

Why? What happened?

Well, as far
as I can gather it,

she had a child, without
any of the usual
formalities.

She had a daughter.

Lovely little thing,
by all accounts.

When the child died,
she moved away somewhere.

And then the two little
gnomes bought this place,
for next to nothing.

She died?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Why did she die?

She had an accident.

She swallowed
something or other,

made herself sick
and choked herself.

And then, she seems
to have disappeared.

I think we're on a bit
of a wild goose chase,
you know?

Whatever Mrs. Fludd
thought she saw...

I just want to know.

Know what?
Whatever I can.

You don't
have to come.

Yes, who?

Is Mrs. Fludd here?

Why, who wants her?

I'm Julia Lofting.

Mrs. Fludd
was at my house
the other evening.

May I see her, please?

Oh, yeah.
You is a social
worker or something?

No. Thank you.

Aunty Rose?
Mmm-hmm?

There's a woman here
who wants to see you
about something.

Hello, Mrs. Fludd.
How are you?

What did you
come here again for?

I'll get you a cup
of tea, all right?

I need to
talk to you.

Please?
It's important to me.

The other night,
you said you saw a child.

Mrs. Fludd,
I had a little girl.

She died two months ago.

She was
eight years old,
her name was Katie.

She had blonde hair.
Pretty...

No.

No little girl.

But you told me,
you said you saw a...

A boy?

Little boy.

In the park.

All bleeding.

Going to die.

What's the matter,
Aunty Rose?

What have you
been doing to her?
Nothing...

Get away!
Get off her!
Go on, go on.

Leave her alone.

They all know
that you lost
a child.

So, naturally Mrs. Fludd
thinks she saw a child.

Now she finds out
how upset you are

and she says
she saw a little boy.

And now,
you've listened to
two grotesque tales,

which have
got nothing to do
with either you or Kate.

I can find out
about the little boy.

What little boy?
There is no little boy!

There's only
some self-deluded
old woman's gory fantasy.

I can find out if it's true.

Julia, leave it.

For your own sake,
leave it.

None of your concern,
in the first place.

It's my house.

Well, move,
find another house.

No.

I'll get out here.

What?

Julia, what? Julia,
where are you going?

Julia! Julia,
where are you going?

Move the truck.
Okay! Wait a minute.

This is March and April,
for 1938.

It weighs a ton.

And there's
a single volume for
'39, if you need it.

We'll be closing in
15 minutes.

Don't be frightened.

Yes?

Mrs. Braden,
I spoke to you
on the phone earlier.

I'm Julia Lofting.

Oh, no! Not me.
Won't you come in?

Yes, thank you.

I'm Mrs. Braden's companion.

Is it about Jeffrey?

May I speak
to Mrs. Braden, please?

Yes, of course.
Such a terrible thing.

I've been
with Mrs. Braden

since the tragedy
happened, you know.
Oh?

Yes. Police,
the newspapers,
so many people.

You're the first one
for a long, long time.

Is Mr. Braden...
He died, in the war.

Come in,
Mrs. Lofting.

I am Greta Braden.

Thank you, Katherine.

You wish
to speak to me
about my son, Jeffrey?

Yes.

There was a time when
I spoke the truth and
none would listen.

Many years have
passed since then.

Now, why
should you listen?

I found you.
I came here
to listen.

Mrs. Braden, I believe
that in some way,

I'm involved
with that, too.

What is it
you wish to know?

I read of
your son's death
in an old newspaper.

I wondered,
did they ever find
the person who killed him?

Do you know what
murder is, Mrs. Lofting?

It is an eternal crime.

The police
arrested a man
and executed him.

A simple man,
a harmless vagrant,

who spoke
with the children.

He was no more
than a child himself.

He didn't do it?

Listen to what I am
telling you, Mrs. Lofting.

I know what they did
to my son in that park.

They tortured him.

They made his life a hell,
because he was a German.
They called him kraut.

Hun. They spat on him.

I know what
they did to my son.

They mutilated
his little body
and they killed him.

They?

The children,
Mrs. Lofting.

Pretty, English children.

Children?

I know their names.

Some have died.

None have prospered
since that day.

As you may imagine,
I have taken some interest
in the course of their lives.

Can any of them
still be found?

Yes, two are left.

I have their names.

You will go to them?

How do you know all this?

Katherine has been my eyes
for a long time now.

She has many talents.

They should not
forget their crime.

Katherine will give you
the addresses, if you
wish it.

Goodbye,
Mrs. Lofting.

Goodbye.

I'm looking for
Captain Paul Winter.

I was told
he worked here.

You'll find the captain
just inside, madam.

Thank you.

She's very good,
isn't she?

Yes, delightful.

Would you excuse me?

Yes, of course.

Why don't you try
the tarantella, darling?

Good afternoon, madam.
May I be of assistance?

Captain Winter?

Please call me
anything but captain.

There's a dear.
And who might you be?

My name is
Julia Lofting.

I hear no bells.
We haven't had the
pleasure, have we?

No.

Could I talk to you
for a minute, please?

Well, they
are both in rapture.

What did you want
to talk to me about?

Does the name
Jeffrey Braden
mean anything to you?

Yes, he was
a little jerry kid
I went to school with,

donkey's years ago. Why?

He was murdered
in Holland Park,
wasn't he?

Who are you?

Jeffrey's mother said that
you and some other children

used to play with him
in the park.

Jeffrey's mother is
still alive?

Yes, I've been to see her.

She said that you
and David Swift and...

Excuse me!
Could I have a word?

I won't be
a moment, madam.

Listen, I neither know nor
care what Jeffrey Braden
has to do with you.

But as far as I'm concerned,
the past is as dead as he is.

Do you understand?

Now go away
and leave me alone,
whoever you are.

All right, do you remember
anything about a little girl?

A little
blonde girl?

I don't care to
remember anything, ducky.

And you're being
the tiniest bit boring.

Good day.

Ms. Pinner.
Ms. Pinner, how are you?

Much better, thank you.
Ms. Pinner, the other night,

you were frightened,
weren't you?

No.
Upstairs, in the bathroom?

No.
What frightened you?

Was it a little girl?
A little blonde girl,
was it?

Nothing,
I saw nothing.

Come in.
Oh!

Mr. Swift?

Now, where do you
come from?

My name is
Julia Lofting.

Are you Mr. Swift?

Same.

Is it Julia?

Why don't you come in?

You sit down.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

What would you
like then?

I would like to
talk to you about...

About your childhood.

That's it.

You're a psychiatrist.

Sort of roving
door-to-door psychiatrist?

I live in Leicester Place.
In Heather Rudge's
old house.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

Don't know if it does.

What do you know
about Jeffrey Braden?

What do you know
about him?

He was murdered.

Yes, he was indeed.

Mrs. Braden says that
you and Paul Winter
are the only ones left.

Winter?

Paul Winter?

Have you been talking
to that old queen?

She says that you
and he are the only
ones left who knew him.

That's possible.

They hanged an old tramp
for that, you know.

Mrs. Braden says
he didn't do it.

Does she?

It's a bit late
for that now, isn't it?

Did he?

Who did, then?

Where did you say
you were staying?

In Heather Rudge's old house.
Mmm.

Why don't you ask her?

Is she still alive?

Of course
she's alive.

As far as I know, she is.

She's stark, raving mad,
but she's still alive.

Where?

She was taken to a place
down near Swansea when
her daughter died.

She's been there
ever since.

Her daughter?

Olivia.

You knew her?

Of course I knew her.

We all knew her.

What was she like?

To look at,

about the most
beautiful thing
in the world.

She could make
you do anything.
Absolutely anything.

She killed him.

She had a certain
power over us all.

All of us.

Myself, Winter.

The girls, too.

I think
we belonged to her.

She could make us do
things for her.

Animals.

Each one of us
had to kill an animal.

Mine was a cat,
I did it with a stick.

We learned all
about sex from her.
In one way or another.

Jeffrey Braden?

Now, that was something
she'd always wanted to do.

To kill a person.

To kill somebody.

The boy was half-German
or something like that.

I don't know,
she made it seem
like a reason.

The older ones
held him down.

And she stuffed
grass in his mouth.

Lumps of earth.

And then she
took off her coat

and covered his face

and pressed.

And when he was dead, Julia...

She had
a little knife.

She opened up
his trousers.

Dear God.

I was there and
Winter was watching.

I don't think he has mentioned
a word about it, from that day
to this.

And you've never
told anyone?

I told one person.

Mother.

Don't ask me whether
she believed me or not.

When Olivia died,

after a while
I was almost grateful.

It meant she
could never know
that I'd told or not.

Is that all?

Isn't there
something else
I can give you?

No. I better go.

No, I don't think
you should. I think
you should stay here,

and return my company.
No!

Are you another
crazy bitch, then?

If you
go mouthing this about,
they'll lock you up, you know!

Mickey, come on.

Hello.
Hello, Julia.

Oh, Mark, hello.

No, no, I'm sorry.
I didn't hear it ringing.

I took a couple
of pills last night.

You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Would you like to
come over?

Come there. Why?

No, I...

All right.

Ah! Hi, how are you?

I'm okay.

So, where did you
run off to?

Oh! Nowhere.

I went to the museum.
The British Museum.

For what?

I, um...

I was looking
for something.

Find it?

Mrs. Fludd was right.

There was a little boy,
murdered just like
she said.

The police
hanged a man
but he didn't do it.

She did it.
Who?

The little girl
in the house.

Her name is Olivia,
she killed him.

What are you
talking about?
Mark, it's true.

And she's in the house now.

Julia, this is a child
who has been dead for
over 30 years.

It's crazy.

She is in that house.
Believe me.

And I have
to help her.

Help her, how?

I don't know.
I don't know.

I'm going to
Wales tomorrow.

Her mother lives there
in a sort of home.

If I can just see her,
maybe she can tell me
something that will help.

Help you?

No, no. Olivia.

You said, "A home."
Do you mean a mental home?

I'm going to see her.
And you're not going
to stop me.

All right,
I'll go with you.

What for?

Just to be with you
and listen to what
she has to say.

No, no, that's all right.

When are you leaving?

I haven't decided.

I'll just have to be
on your doorstep
from dawn.

All right.

8:00 tomorrow morning.
Okay.

I have to go now.

No.

Hey, Rosita,

I have to go shopping
downtown for my mother.

She needs
some tortillas
and chili pepper!

Oh!

Mrs. Rudge,
this is Mrs. Lofting.
She's asked to see you.

Hello, Mrs. Rudge.

And I said, I'll take you
along to the big room

and you can sit
and talk in there.

Softly.

We don't get many
visitors coming to see us
these days, do we, Mrs. Rudge?

Make a nice
change for you.

Have you got
a magnificent problem?

That's all right,
Mr. Terrance, just relax.

Excuse me!

There we are, then.

Don't you think
everyone's going
to be jealous,

having such
a nice young lady
coming to see you?

We are not all
that lucky, are we?

Okay then?
Yes, thank you.

I'll just leave you two
alone for a little bit.

Thank you.

There's no need
to be frightened.

I live in your
old house, Mrs. Rudge.

Do you remember
your house in London?

Since I've moved
into that house,

things have
happened to me
which are difficult...

Hello.
Hello.

Which are difficult to...
To explain

because I don't understand.

Maybe you can help me.

May I ask you
some questions?

Yeah.

Nice Mrs. Lofting,

come to visit
the crazy women.

Look at them.

They don't mind, see.

You don't know
where you are.

I know about Olivia,
Mrs. Rudge.

Could we talk about her
for a minute?

I know
how difficult
it's been for you,

because my daughter
is dead, too.

Dead? Not dead.

But... Sorry?

Look at me.

Look at me.

I am the one who is dead.

All safe and dead.

All safe and dead.

Have you ever seen
evil, nice Mrs. Lofting?

I have.

I'm safe, though.

Evil is not
like ordinary people.

Evil never dies.

She's not dead. Not dead.

You're not safe.

Why?

You killed
your daughter.

No.

Oh, no.
Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, you did.
Like I killed mine.

That wretched,
evil creature.
I killed her.

She clawed and clawed
and scratched.

And I put my hand
over her mouth

while her evil life
spumed away.

I killed her.

She choked!

She choked on
her own wickedness.

A boy told me that...

I asked her.

I asked her.

She showed...

She laughed, she laughed.

I killed her.

You think
you're safe?

Go away.

You're...
You're not safe.

You shouldn't be here.
Go away.

You think you're safe?
Shit, you're not safe.

Go.

Hello.

My toy.

Sharp.

Come.

It's all settled.

Everything's right now.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay.