All language subtitles for Tragic Ceremony (1972).eng

From The Secret Police
Files Of A European Capital.

What's that one called?

- Which one? -That one over there.
That one there.

Oh, that's the jib

No, it's not the jib.
It's the spanker.

You answered
incorrectly again.

- And that? What's that?
- That's a hook.

Yeah, well done.

Even a baby
could have answered that.

And those little ropes that
climb up along the mast?

What are they called?

Those little ropes?

How do I know?!
They're called ties...

No, no. One is called
halyard of the spanker.

And the other,
halyard of the jib.

Bad, Bill. Very bad.

Bill, is it possible that you
didn't even get one right?

You might be the son
of a great industrialist,

but as far as
boats are concerned,

you don't know
anything at all.

You're only good
at spending money.

It almost seems like
you prefer it that way.

But I don't give
a damn about the boat!

Especially since I'm
only on it once a year!

Yeah, that's true.

What's the saying?

He who has bread,
doesn't have teeth.

Come on, now.
Don't get pissed off.

When you get right down to it,

you're the only one of us
who can afford to lose.

By the way, Jane...

how many wrong answers

have I given so far
since this morning?

How do I know?
I don't give a damn at all.

It's a stupid game.

Plus, Bill knows
how much you owe.

I'm not making much
progress as a sailor.

I'm getting the names
of the sails all wrong.

Those names are the
basis for navigation.

Nevertheless, you
owe me fifty sterling.

And you owe me,
if I'm not mistaken...

ten... thirty-two sterling.

Anyway, I think I've
entered everything correctly.

Oh well. Here you go.

Fifty sterling to you.

And thirty-two to you.

- And to you, Jane?
- What is it?

How much do I owe you?
How much have I lost to you?

Oh, that's OK, Bill.

You don't owe me anything.

I just want to enjoy life.

Well, I'm going
to get some water.

Tell me, Joe.

How is it you
know boats so well

when you're from Andalusia?

When I learned that Bill had
invited us on his father's boat,

I studied all the names of the
sails, then I suggested the game.

And you can't even sail,
you big son of a bitch.

You scared me, Bill.

Here. This is for you.

Excuse me.

- For me!
- Yes.

Thank you, but you're crazy.

Will you help me, please?

Thank you.

It's really a gorgeous gift.

They're marvelous pearls.

It's you who make them
worthy, Mom, with your beauty.

Are you, by chance,
making fun of your old Mother?

But it's the truth.

I think you're the most
beautiful woman in the world.

Anyway,

I bought those pearls more
for their strange legend,

than for their beauty.

A legend?

Yes,

an antique dealer on
Church Street sold them to me.

He told me they belonged
to a crazy old woman

believed to be
possessed by the devil,

who, according to her,
came through the pearls.

And so, she went to a medium,

who finally succeeded
in exorcising her.

Then, filled with gratitude,

she gave the
pearls to the person

who had freed
her from the devil.

But a little while later,

the exorcist and all of
her family died mysteriously.

You bought them
just the same?!

Oh, come on, Mom.

Don't tell me that you
believe in that stupid story.

No, no. I don't believe it.

But I don't want to
have something like that.

It's in bad taste.
You understand? Right?

Come on. Don't be offended.

You could give
me another gift.

See, I made another extra
deposit into your account.

So you won't have
any money problems.

Thank you.

By the Way-

our manager is coming
to dinner tonight.

If you'd like, you
can skip it altogether.

After all, we have
business to discuss.

And I don't want
my boy to get bored.

Hey, don't tell me
we're shoving off

now that I'm starting
to enjoy myself!

It's better to leave while
there's still light out.

No, let's stay
a little while longer.

I find this place
to be exciting.

Fine by me.

I-m in.

Are you ashamed
to be smoking alone?

You're so silly!

And now?

Great! Just what we needed.

What's the matter?

It's out of gas?

How can that be?

There's still half a tank.
I don't get it.

What bad luck!

What the hell are
we going to do now?

We're going to
look for a gas station.

Who is it that said,
'My kingdom for some gas?'

Did I tell you guys
that this is a push car?

I get it.

This might be the last straw.

Jane, get behind the wheel.

- Come on! Come on!
- You have to push, too!

Yeah, you can play
ball if we find gas.

What do you want?

What do we want?!

What could one want
in a place like this?

Let's see the color
of your credentials first.

Credentials?

What do you mean?

That would mean the
color of your bank notes.

If not, no gas.

Oh, is that all.

Don't worry.
I have traveler's checks.

Here.

Is this color OK with you?

Very good. And some ID.

Oh, that too, that too.

But, where did I put it?

Oh, damn!

And who's to say that
you didn't steal them,

those traveler's checks?

If they are, and
I accept them as payment,

I could end up in jail.

What are you talking about?

Rest assured, they're mine.

I don't need
to steal anything.

Ask them if I'm
telling the truth.

If I wanted to, I could buy
a hundred dumps like this!

Well, I never!
No cash, no gas.

Come on, friend. Calm down.

I assure you that
those checks are his.

Here. See? Even I have one.

I'm sorry, but I don't care.

But, where...

Of course! Can I have
left it on the beach,

when we took down the tent?

If I retrace my steps by
cutting across the field,

I think I should be able to
do it in two or three hours.

- Where did you guys camp out?
- At Lighthouse Point.

Tell me something, do you
enjoy being such a jerk?

They're waiting
for me at home,

and this storm's
about to break.

Wait...

Oh, all right.

The old man, you know...

Never left a beautiful girl

stranded on the
side of the road.

That's all?!

It'll last you
until you get to town.

Take the first
road on the left.

It's a short cut.

Hey, what happened?

Don't tell me that
we're out of gas again?

Are you kidding?

Uh, yeah. I'm afraid
that we've just run out.

What a son of a bitch!

That old piece
of shit screwed us!

He jerked us around!

Hey, Joe!
What the hell are you doing?!

Calm down!

Behind the path
there are some cars.

And if there are cars,

for sure there's gas, too.

What do you want?

We're out of gas.
We need help.

Come inside.
Put your car in the garage.

Thank you.

Let's go, guys.
They said to come inside.

Come on.

Come on. We're there.

Push.

Damn! What a load of
catafalque they use over here.

Yeah, it's a
Rolls Royce, but it's old.

It's a pre-War model.

Yeah, maybe even pre-War.

But I'd do who-knows-what
to have one just like that.

Let's leave the
Rolls alone for now.

More importantly,
let's check out the garage.

Maybe it's behind the house.

Let's go! It's pouring!

- Come on!
- Turn it!

Look, you guys.

Another Rolls Royce. And this
one's an older model, too.

It looks like they collect
vintage models like stamps here.

Bill. Check and see
if there's any gas.

Good evening.

You've chosen a
bad night to run out of gas.

However, there should be
as much as you want here.

I would advise you to wait
until the storm passes.

We thank you.

But we wouldn't want to
impose on your hospitality.

We just need
some enough to...

I'm Lord Alexander.
And this is my house.

Hospitality is sacred here.

They're young people.

I let them in, and
they're in the garage now.

And our friends?

They're waiting downstairs.

Give it a try.

No go. It won't start.

But what could have happened?

Maybe the spark plugs got wet.

Let's see if it
starts if we push it.

Come on. Everybody push.

Go on, you, too.

- Ah, man! What a pain!
- Go on!

Come on, guys!

Stinking whore!

This shitty car won't start!

Come on. Try it again.

Naw, what for?

Call them. Have them
come in and take shelter.

Hey, Joe, Bill! Come inside!

For tonight, you can stay here
in the servant's quarters,

who are off until tomorrow.

Thank you.

You are very kind.

You can make something to eat.

Make yourselves at home.

But I have other guests,

so I won't be able
to stay with you.

You're wet.

You will sleep in the
guest bedroom, next to mine.

I'm hungry, and
I'm going to eat.

- It's all ready for you in there.
- Thank you.

A good, hot bath
will do you good.

If you want a bit of tea,
it's here on the table.

You wouldn't happen
to have a cigarette, too?

Mine are wet.

You'll find the cigarettes
in the nightstand.

Finish it already!

You're breaking
our balls! Come on!

No. Leave him alone, Joe.

Continue. I like it.

Fred is very good.

He could even become somebody.

Yeah, right.

In this world, if you don't have
some rich brat to protect you,

you can shove it up your ass.

Uh-huh.
Speaking of a rich brat,

I want to talk to my father.

He could help us.

That bastard has had
everything in life.

Except love, though.

That's something
that can't be bought.

Few people realize that.

Money can buy even that.

What do you say to a game of poker?
I've lost my inspiration.

What do you say, Bill?

All right.

But I don't want to
be up until dawn. Agreed?

And I want to clear something
up since we're on the subject.

Don't think about making
a fool of me again,

like you did with
that sailboat game.

Ha! We played a
little joke on you.

I had already decided
to give back your check...

which I'm not able
to find. Ha, ha!

Forget about it.

After all, you
showed me a good time.

- Ah, even the lights!
- It's the storm! Damn it!

I'm going to see
if I can find a candle.

What's wrong with you?

Are you crazy?!

What's the matter with you?!

The gas station attendant was at the window.
He was spying on us.

C'mon, Bill.
How is that possible?

You must have imagined it.

Who goes around in
this kind of weather?

Come on. Let's go back inside.

Here it is.

That's all I could find.

Ha! It's better than nothing.

So, let's get
back to our game.

Where the hell
did they stick Jane?

Ah, listen... she wouldn't be
in any danger, would she?

But how dangerous can it be?

Even though she has
a face like Dracula,

the lady of the house is an
educated person, generous.

Yes, but now she's alone.
And she could even be...

Don't worry.

Jane is capable of handling
herself, even alone.

Maybe so,

but I still say that she could
let us know she's still alive!

Don't you think so?!

He'll never admit it,

but this one really hoped
to get with her tonight.

Prince of Darkness...

Once in Heaven,
now ruler in Hell...

Prince of Darkness,

once in Heaven,
now ruler in Hell...

Prince of Darkness, once in
Heaven, now ruler in Hell...

Hallowed be thy name.

We elect you to be our God.

Hallowed be thy name...

We elect you to be our God.

Hallowed be thy name.

Well, I'm going to
go take a look around.

Rest in peace.

Hey, Joe! Joe, Look!

We found Jane's
clothes in a room.

I told you so!

There's something downstairs
that doesn't seem right to me.

Let's not lose our cool.

Those don't necessarily
have to be Jane's pearls.

Maybe you're right.

But it's better
to look for her.

My Lady! My Lady!

No! Let me go!

Let me go!

NO! No!

NO! No!

Don't stop! Let's go!

My Lady!

My Lady!

Careful, Bill!

Oh, good evening.

Good evening.

Thank goodness you've arrived.

Something wrong?

Well, we missed the
street to the house.

Where do you live?

Not far.

At Chelsea.

There's a guide
three miles from here.

You'll find a sign
indicating where to go.

And above all, don't speed.

You'll get there
just the same.

- Good night.
- Night.

Good night.

Good night.

Come on, Bill.

What do we do now?

Well, I suggest that
we go to your house.

Then we'll decide what to do.

Yes, OK.

But first, there's
something more urgent.

I have to find
some more gas again.

I say to go to the same
gas station from earlier.

My house is out of the way.

Bad idea.

That foul old man won't
give us anything without ID.

Is that all? I've found
it. I had it in my pocket.

Why? Did you have
a better idea?

No, but if he doesn't
give us any gas this time,

I'll smash his face!

It's his fault
we're in the mess.

We need to kick his ass!

Let's get going-

Jane! Aren't you coming?

It's the same gas station from before.
I would swear on it.

But it seems like it's been
out of business for years.

Something's not right here.

It's the same one.
If not, then I'm losing it.

But it can't be!
Think about it!

Let's try it on the
gas that we have left?

Let's get away
from here right now.

Bill!

What happened? I expected
you to return tomorrow!

The storm made
us change our minds.

Plus, I wanted to put up
my friends for the night.

Mom, I would like to
speak with you for a moment.

Yes, yes, but not now.

I don't know if you
realize what time it is.

Besides, the
rooms aren't ready.

The servants had the day off.

Here! All of you,
go to a hotel.

Come back tomorrow,
and we'll fix everything.

Dad hasn't come back yet?

Your father forgets that
he has a home and a family

when he's with
his hunting party.

Excuse me, ma'am,

but I think it's necessary
for me to intervene.

I don't want to
seem invasive,

but if your son
wanted to bring us here

then he would have
had good reason.

Don't you think?

Possibly. But this is not
the right time to discuss it.

As you wish.

Take this money.
You'll need it for the hotel.

Very well.
I'll give it to Bill.

I don't want to seem rude,

but I've already explained

that I cannot let you stay
here on such short notice.

I hope you understand.

It's not so easy to
understand you. Believe me.

Now, I beg you to leave.
Or you will be late.

You mentioned a hotel, ma'am,

but there are conditions that
make that resolution difficult.

If you would
allow us to explain,

I'm sure that we will
resolve our problem.

I will resolve it right now.

With more money.

You are a perfect mother.

Thank you, Ma'am!

Let's go.

One moment.

Bill, the pearl necklace
you gave me has disappeared.

Do you know anything about it?

I'm sure that I left it
in my bedroom nightstand.

Absolutely sure.

I don't know anything
at all about it. Good night.

They're gone.

I've always told you that your
son is an intelligent boy.

Did you decide? Yes or no?

- Are we going to a hotel?
- No.

We're going to my
father's country house.

And we're going by
motorcycle. There are two.

But why?

That makes sense.

Bill's car could have been
called in to the police.

Want one?

Thanks.

Did you ever meet Sam David?

No. Who was he?

The owner of this gas station.

He died some
fifteen years ago.

So?

He was a strange guy.

I think that there was
a rumor going 'round

that he was the Devil,
or a close relative.

Thanks.

Go 'head!

I thought this silliness
only got around in Scotland.

He lived inside
here all alone.

I assure you that he
scared everyone stiff.

Even you?

Attention Car 32! Proceed
immediately to the crossing!

Repeat. Attention Car 32!

That's us.

I remember that
he was generous.

He gave away more free gas to
those who couldn't pay for it.

So much so that he could have
covered this whole street in oil.

Especially if it involved
a girl who knew how to do it.

I understand. The guy was
not a devil. He was a lecher.

Well, let's get to work.

Open it! Come on!

I don't have the key.

The only thing left to do
is to break down the door.

If you say so.

- Oh, damn!
- Hey, look where you're going!

We can relax here, and
get our thoughts together.

Sure, but for how long?

Well, the way
my mother was talking,

my father won't be
returning for a few days.

You heard it yourselves.

Besides, she could
never stand this place.

Let's hope that no one saw us.

We haven't run
into the police.

The highway patrol?

Yes, but fortunately we were
very far from the highway.

The gas station attendant!

Yeah, you're right!

That son of a bitch!

What ever happened to him?

It was his fault
we went to that villa.

Maybe that damn old creep

was in on it
with those people.

And then he took off
when things turned sour.

I always said that
that man wasn't right.

Anyway, I'm sure that
he won't open his mouth.

Because if he talks, he'll
get mixed up in all this, too.

I'm beginning to think
that he never existed.

Actually, that
could even be true.

But a gas station
can't disappear like that.

Why are you all
looking at me like that?!

What are you
all worried about?!

If anyone's in
the shit here, it's me!

Because I killed that woman!

I killed her
with my own hands!

And that's an
indisputable fact!

I wish I could convince
myself that I only dreamt it!

Calm down, Bill!

We are all in this together.

We will find
a way out. You'll see.

But for now,
calm down! Please!

C'mon, Bill!

If we lose our heads we'll find
ourselves in a lot of trouble.

We've got to wait
for the waters to calm,

then we'll see
what can be done.

The sight that was reported...

The first blow...

The call made by the villa's
servants was mind-boggling.

It seemed that here, in
the home of Lord Alexander,

a monster or a steamroller
had passed suddenly through.

And with bestial
violence it snuffed out,

in an atrocious
manner, eight lives.

Eight corpses are
found here, in fact.

Of which, one fell as
a result of old construction,

from a window
on the second floor.

In the villa's courtyard
a great confusion reigns.

Police cars come and go.

Even the Chief Commissioner
of Scotland Yard has arrived.

Now, I also will
try to enter the building,

to see if I can get any more
information about this tragedy,

while the eight
cadavers are carried out,

after having been reassembled,

to the ambulance that will
transport them to the laboratory.

Here, now, I find
myself inside the villa.

More precisely, in the room that
was the stage for the tragic act.

It also must have been the stage,
judging by its appearance,

of a ceremony resembling a black
mass which ended horribly.

A real slaughter.

The room is
completely roped off.

Swords are being
tagged and gathered,

like this old antique,

and firearms are
being found everywhere.

Here is Chief
Commissioner Ferguson,

who is personally following
the gathering of evidence.

Anyway, from the
news gathered so far,

it seems that investigators are
focusing on three strange facts.

Even though of different
degrees of seriousness,

they appear to
be inexplicable.

The discovery of a guitar
in the servant's lodgings

that does not belong to any
of the service personnel.

Pearls, seemingly of value,
that were a part of a necklace

found spread out on the stairs
in the room of the massacre.

And, lastly, the gravest
and strangest fact.

Of the eight bodies
accounted for,

that of
Lady Alexander's is missing.

Even in an
enquiry so horrific,

it would seem apparent that the
noble woman also was killed.

It would seem that
this gruesome homicide,

strangely reminiscent
of Sharon Tate's,

could be linked
to the presence

of a small group of
hippies in the castle,

which would explain the
discovery of the guitar.

This is how the investigation

seems to be shaping up.

Jane!

Where is Bill?

Bill!

Bill!

Are you there?

Jane!

Jane!

Fred! Bill is upstairs! Come!

What happened, Joe?!

Bill is...
it's a terrible thing!

How could that be?

What do you mean
a terrible thing?!

Joe! What happened to Bill?!

Do you want to answer me?!

He's upstairs!
I found him dead in a closet!

Calm down, Joe!
And try to explain!

No, Fred! It's horrible!

Come! Come and see! Hurry!

You too, Jane!

Shut up!

Shut up!

SHUT UP!

Who could have
killed him? Huh, Joe?

He still has
terror in his eyes.

What should we do now?

The only thing
that we should do

is make the body
disappear, and quick!

Hurry, Joe. Give us a hand.

Let's block the door.

Try to be strong, Fred.

He looked at me
with those eyes.

He stared at me, he did.

Joe?

What happened to him?

He's not dead.

Who? Who killed him?

- Fred. Calm down.
- Tell me...

- Up. Come and lay down.
- Who killed him?

Tell me... Tell me...

I want to know...

Tell me, Joe...

What's happening, Jane?

What does it mean?!

Does it mean that we'll
all end up like Bill?!

What were you
doing on that altar?

I beg of you, Jane.

Answer!

We will find a explanation
to all this nonsense!

Jane, answer me!

Say something!

There's been a death.

Calm yourself.

There's nothing to be done.

We only have to try to
get out of here in time.

Please, try not
to think about it.

You must only sleep... now.

Go ahead, sleep.

And when you wake up,

you'll think all of this
was just a bad dream.

I'm afraid.

I'm so afraid, Jane.

And so cold!

Don't go.

- Don't go, Jane.
- I have to go.

But I'll be back soon.

Fred!

Him, too?!

Come on!
Let's get away from here!

There's no time to lose!

Yes... yes... let's go!

Jane!

Help!

Jane! Help me!

My legs are broken!

Help!

Jane! Don't let me die!

Jane! I can't hold on anymore!

I don't think you will get anything
out of this girl, Inspector.

At least for now.

But I must question
her as soon as possible.

She's the only person who can shed
some light on things, Doctor.

More importantly,

she can explain the strange
disappearance of Lady Alexander.

The girl is in
a complete state of shock.

But I have to
investigate, Doctor!

I beg of you, do not insist.

Take her back to her room.

Do you need anything?

Doctor! Doctor!

Where to, My Lady?

To the Villa, naturally.

Very well, My Lady.

Doctor, I made rounds
just fifteen minutes ago.

Everything was normal.

But who could have killed her?

No one killed her.

For the simple
motive, Inspector,

that the girl
was already dead.

I'm aware that what
I'm saying may seem absurd.

Certainly mad.

I'm sorry,

but I can't possibly give another
explanation for this mysterious death.

When Jane was in that room

during the
black mass ceremony,

she probably found herself
under the influence

of a drug administered
by Lady Alexander,

to prohibit her from reacting.

Under those conditions,

Jane left her body,

remaining united to
her physical self via...

A spiritual tie.

Then Lady Alexander
killed her.

The Lady had exceptionally
mediumistic powers.

At the precise time of death,

when the extrasensory
faculties are stimulated

to their utmost degree,

her spirit was ready
to penetrate Jane's body.

From that moment on,

the spirit of Lady Alexander
dominated Jane's body,

in spite of
the other's efforts

to return to its own body.

But it was all
a useless struggle.

Now Jane's real death

bears the rebirth
of Lady Alexander.

Search for her!

Find her and you will
have the true guilty party.

And also the explanation
of this mystery.