All language subtitles for Tales From The Crypt (1989) S07E03 A Slight Case of Murder.en

It looks like Neptomb has just
moved from Virghoul to late Capricorn,

which would mean
you should avoid

any serious romantic
enstranglements for a while,

at least until the end of the month
when Mercury turns retrograde.

Hmm.

Something about your
horrorscope isn't making sense.

Let me see your hand.

Yes, interesting.

I'm not much at bleeding palms,
but your future seems rather cloudy.

Kind of like the
woman in tonight's tale.

She's been contemplating
her scar sign, too,

in a nasty nugget I call,
"A Slight Case Of Murder."

"Murder's a tricky
business," thought Mulligan.

"Almost as tricky

"as love.

"The end."

Yes!

Hello, Sharon dear.

I saw you writing away.
I didn't want to disturb.

Cup of sugar?

Mrs. Trask.

I wish I could borrow a
cup of adjectives instead.

How about a cup of
brain cells instead?

Don't think that I'm
being pushy, Sharon dear,

but have you had a
chance to read my story yet?

As much as I could bear.

- Yes. Yes, I did, Mrs. Trask.
- Oh, did you like it?

Well, let's just say,

in the pantheon of mystery
writers, there's the greats,

there's everyone else who's ever
written a book, and then there's you.

Oh, it doesn't sound as
though you liked it very much.

Agatha Christie can rest in
peace as far as you're concerned.

Thanks for coming.

You'll be pleased to know I've
become much more organized.

I even know how my
next story is going to end.

Mrs. Trask, I live by
one hard-and-fast rule.

In matters of murder, never
know the ending till you get there.

Never know. Oh, I like that.
In matters of murder, never...

Goodbye.

Well, how is that husband
of yours? Is he still away?

Thanks for the sugar.

Christ, now what does she want?

Nosy bloody idiot.

You've had it.

Sergeant Dimbleby? It's
Sharon Bannister here.

I think I've got a prowler about.
Could you send someone?

Oh, really?

Thirty minutes?
Well, by that time I...

Yes, I see. Understand.

Maybe there is someone.

Oh, hell.

- Sergeant Dimbleby?
- No.

Who is this?

Well, it's Larry.
Sharon, are you all right?

Larry!

I think there's somebody here.

Honey, are you all right?

Oh, my God.

Sharon?

They're coming in.
They're coming in.

Honey.

Honey? Are you all right?

Larry, you bastard!

You used to call me
biscuit. Come on, admit it.

When you heard my
voice, you felt better.

I should take this poker
and rearrange your organs.

Now, get out of
my house. Get out!

You mind if I
warm up a bit first?

Your house? That's not a good sign.
Whatever happened to our house?

The only place this was ever
our house was in your dreams.

I get the feeling this separation's
been harder on me than you.

Pity.

Probably won't like
the divorce any better.

I didn't hear your car pull up.

Oh, I didn't bring
the car, pumpkin.

I took the train to Chumleigh,
hiked the rest of the way.

Hiked? It's 20 miles.

Twenty-one, actually.

I wanted to surprise you.

You know how the
local busy-bodies are.

That damned Mrs. Trask.
No secrets with her, you know.

Surprise, sweetie.

This is a very sick joke.

The only sick joke I'm
aware of is our marriage,

but then again, I'm biased.

I may have been dishonest with
you, but I never cheated on you.

- Meaning?
- Oh, please...

Larry, I think you'd better
go home and sleep this off.

Not drunk, I'm afraid.

Oh, I need the keys to your car.

I'll call a cab.

I don't think you
get it, lamby pie.

I'm driving your
car out of here.

And when I pass
Mrs. Trask's place,

the old bag will watch after your
headlights and think to herself,

"I wonder where Sharon's
going this time of night."

That is almost clever.

Oh, they'll find your abandoned
car in some roadside services.

They'll search for a week
or so. But in the end...

- Larry, you don't have to do this.
- No?

Oh, I can imagine what kind of
settlement your lawyers will offer me.

On the other hand,
if you died now...

Plus, throw in a posthumous best
seller. Qu'est-ce que c'est, snookums?

Drop it, or I'll put a hole right
through that sick little brain of yours.

Ooh. Ouch.

That sounds like a line from
one of your stupid books.

Some murder
mystery writer you are.

The safety's on, you
deceitful, two-timing bitch.

Love hurts, doesn't it?

Sharon?

It's all right, Sharon. I know
where the spare key is kept.

Sharon,

I've got a little
riddle for you.

A box with no hinges, key or lid,
but golden treasure inside it is hid.

Do you give up?
It's an egg, of course!

Poor dear, she's a
million miles away.

I'm sorry to disturb
you, Sharon.

It's all right. I know
where the eggs are kept.

You know, I've been
doing all this research, dear.

It's given me so
many good ideas.

In my next story, the man
dies with a gun in his hand.

And as rigor mortis sets in, his
finger tightens on the trigger. Bang!

The Murdered Murderer.
What do you think?

Yes, well, I see
that you're busy.

To love, honor and obey? Nope.

For richer or for poorer? Nope.

In sickness and in health?

Uh-uh.

Till death us do part.

Well, one out of four ain't bad.

Joey!

Joey?

"Dear Cupcake,

"I know I've told you in my
letters not to speak to me

"for fear that my
husband would find out.

"But the time is coming soon when
this wall of silence will be destroyed."

All right.

Joey!

What?

- Joey!
- Oh, bloody hell!

I've told you, Mum, I don't
want you bothering me.

Will you take these
to Mrs. Bannister?

I think she could do
with a bit of cheering up.

Cheering up?

Well, I've got a feeling
that she and her husband

aren't getting on very well.

Oh, he's such a violent man.

I won't be surprised
a bit if he didn't...

What?

You know, pet,

when we're alone together
and you're all quiet like this,

I could almost fall in
love with you again.

Mrs. Bannister?

Mrs. Bannister?

Sharon?

Right, then, my pet. Where
did you leave your car keys?

Damn!

Oh, my God.

Sharon!

You'll pay for this.

Oh, my gods.

Did Mrs. Bannister
like her gingerbread?

Anything going on at the house?

Murder.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Perhaps I inspired her.

- Hello?
- Hi, lover.

You didn't hit me hard enough.

You always were romantic.

Sharon, where are you?

By the way, thanks for
leaving the gun up here.

I think I just figured
how to get the safety off.

Bye, biscuit.

- You...
- You...

Who?

That's it. What an idea!

That's the answer.

Is that the Trask kid?

You're alive. Thank God.

Cupcake's gonna save you.

Cupcake?

You call him cupcake?

I haven't the slightest
idea what he's talking about.

Give it up, you lying cow.

I've read the goddamn
postcard he sent you.

What postcard?

I never sent you a postcard.
You told me never to contact you.

What the hell are
you talking about?

For Christ's sake, Sharon,
I know you're screwing him.

I wouldn't sleep with that moron if he
had the last erection in the universe.

You bitch!

My stomach.

It's like it's on fire.

Don't move, Larry.

If you weren't sleeping with him,
what the flipping hell is going on here?

That's what I want to know.

Oh, dear.

Call an ambulance.

"Make the husband
think the wife is cheating.

"Manipulate the boy to
fall in love with the wife.

"Poison the ginger bread so the police
will think the boy's committed suicide."

It doesn't say anything on here
about calling for an ambulance.

You?

You did this?

Of course, nothing quite
went the way I wanted it to.

I was really very surprised.

But you were so right, Sharon,

"In matters of murder,

"you never know the
ending until you get there."

Oh, I'm afraid
you're empty, dear.

You see, you see, the breech is
back. You see, research is so important.

Please, I'll give you anything.

How about your
latest bestseller?

I saw it on your writing desk.

You conniving bitch.

Oh, really?

You'll get your
sweater all messed up.

I think I'll call it Death
By Love Triangle.

Do you like that?

I'll take that as a yes.

Looks like Sharon's due
for a little career change

from writing novels
to screamplays.

But with a talent like hers, I'm
sure she'll just grim and bear it.

Now I know what's bothering me.
You know, the zodi-hack never lies.

You told me you were Sagittarius,
but the truth is, you're Pieces.

English -SDH