All language subtitles for Nightmares.1980.1080p.BluRay.x264.DTS-FGT

Mommy...

Mommy...

Mommy...

Mommy...

Now give my love to gran.

I'll be up in a couple of days,
as soon as I can get away.

Right.

Mommy.

Mommy.

I thought you'd be asleep.

Off you go now.

Shut your eyes.

Oh, Brian.

Brian!

Brian, stop it!

I'm trying to drive!

Oh Brian, stop it.

Oh!

Brian...

You leave my mommy alone!

Cathy!

Mommy, mommy!

Mommy!

She's
dead, her throat's cut.

The
man's alive, just.

How about the kid?

Right.

She seems okay.

Gotta
be in shock too.

I think
she could have lived

if she hadn't slipped
back in the car.

That's when her throat got cut,

dragged back over the glass.

What's her father's condition?

He wasn't her father.

He says the girl caused it.

Caused what?

The accident.

There's nothing wrong
with her, physically.

You killed your mother.

You killed her.

You should be asleep.

Come on.

Go to bed.

Wake up, wake up.

You did this, you!

Don't you run away.

Run away.

You
killed your mother.

You killed your mother.

Give my love to gran.

You killed your mother.

Oh, good morning.

I'm Terry Besanko.

I'm here a little
early, I'm afraid.

Shall I wait here?

I uh, I...

Oh, you don't work here?

No.

Are you auditioning too?

Uh huh.

Come on.

We'll find out where
we're supposed to be.

Introduced myself.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Helen.

You're not cold, are you?

I'm sure that you are...

Terry Besanko.

And uh, Helen...

Selleck.

This way.

But
if you are cold...

Madam.

I am in great danger
of catching a chill.

Your performance has
frozen me to the marrow.

May I suggest
that in the future,

your audition be
not filled with...

You nervous?

Yes.

Couldn't help hearing
what he said to that last girl.

You done much acting before?

On the stage, I mean.

Oh, a bit.

I haven't.

Never been on stage in my life.

Haven't you?

No.

I got picked up on the street

and shoved into a
television soap opera.

That's all I've ever done.

How about some lunch?

Now?

When this is over.

How about it?

Well I, I wouldn't
want to be any trouble.

Trouble?

Oh, I'm sorry...

You're next.

Oh.

Won't be long.

Desperation often
drives us to extremes.

I've even said nasty
things about you.

Hey, what's that?

Did you say something?

Here, boy.

I have seen your work.

And I like it,

otherwise you would not
have been invited here today.

Please remember,

theater is not television.

We do not have the
advantage of the close-up.

Nor do we have electronic
devices with which

to amplify your dulcet tones.

Now the man sitting in
the back row, up there,

has paid his money.

And has every bit as much
right as your fellow actors

to hear what you have to say.

Please speak up.

Project.

Shall we take our hands out
of our pockets and try again?

Desperation often
drives us to extremes.

I've even said nasty
things about you.

Tension forcing words
from my addled brain.

I'm not the kind who's
forcing you, you know?

Even at this early stage
of my fucking head.

Premature and
ineffectual decisions

defeat the purpose
of my presence.

That was
very promising, Terry.

I think you might be next.

Thank you, come
along, come along.

Mr. D'alberg?

Mr. D'alberg, Helen Selleck.

Good
morning, Miss Selleck.

Do you have something prepared?

Uh, yes I do.

Shall we begin?

Which scene?

13.

Tempting
fate, Miss Selleck.

I don't mind talking.

I'm just in the mood tonight.

God knows what's come over me.

You didn't have to wait for me.

I wanted to.

I wish you didn't
see my audition.

Hey, you were good.

Better than me.

The only reason he
wants me in the play

is because he thinks the
mums will come and see

their favorite soapy star.

Well, do you think they will?

We'll soon find out.

Goodbye, Terry.

Hey, we're having lunch.

Why not?

I can't.

You're meeting someone else?

No.

Your boyfriend?

No, no.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

See you at rehearsal.

Who is it?

Angela,
stage manager.

Helen, open the door.

The door is open.

What do you want?

You got the part.

Well aren't you glad?

No.

But it...

It'll be all right, sweetheart.

Come on, Paul.

Come on.

Oh, come on, not
out here, Marilyn.

Hey!

Come on, here.

Come on!

Come on...

How's that do?

- Good.
- Fits you like a glove.

Whoops, sorry.

- Oh, that's okay.
- Are you looking for me?

What would I want you for?

I could always live in hope.

I'll fix this at home and
bring them tomorrow.

You're
not allowed to look.

Okay.

You gonna take
me out to dinner?

If you'll come.

Of course I will.

Am I pretty?

Yep.

You're strange.

Sometimes, you
seem to be miles away.

You're very beautiful.

Please don't rush things.

I've never had a
boyfriend before.

I've never been allowed.

If we're careful, maybe.

We'll be careful.

This play is a
comedy about death.

A concept which may be
difficult for you to grasp,

and which will
certainly be difficult

for an audience to
grasp unless you are able

through the virtual
nonsense dialogue

which this playwright
provides you to convey

a mental picture

of humorous expiration.

Death...

But before death, comes life.

Life, pleasure,

warmth of someone close to you

until they are ripped
untimely from your bosom.

Life is death.

From the moment of birth,
death encroaches on us.

But we are happy being alive.

You.

Has someone close to you died?

Good.

Grief.

Do you have it
in your mind, girl?

I want you to keep
it in your mind.

Laugh.

'Cause it's nothing more
than the end of a life.

Ow!

You bitch!

You fucking bitch, I can do
whatever I want, you hear?

You can't stop me!

She's mad!

I'm sorry.

I found your key under the mat.

You don't mind?

No, no,
of course I don't.

I had to talk to someone.

What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

When are you finished?

I haven't even started yet.

Fay, could
you take this in a bit?

You lost weight.

- Absolutely.
- Shut up, Terry!

What's wrong?

It's bad luck to whistle.

Don't ever do it again.

I'm sorry.

Well that's not gonna
help, the damage is done.

I, I didn't know.

That bitch shouldn't
talk to you like that.

Eh, it doesn't matter.

I'll get you a steak.

Two steaks, please.

With beer.

Ange?

I'm sorry.

I didn't know it was
seen to brought bad luck.

That's all right, they
shouldn't have blown up like that.

It's an old wives tale
anyway, like saying break a leg

instead of good
luck on opening night.

No, it's not.

You'll see.

Anyway, it's done now.

There's nothing
we can do about it.

Hello, darling.

"Hello Judy.

"Sorry darling, got to rush.

"Can't stay to talk. ”

What's up with her?

Who?

Helen.

What did I tell you?

I don't know, mother.

They're all the same.

And you trusted him!

Yes, Cathy.

Then you're a fool!

He's only a dick!

No.

No, no, no.

You're blind,
you're fucking blind!

Now get out of here!

You get out of here!

Helen?

Have you met a man
like that here in town?

No, no.

The man, the town and the
one-story house are fictitious.

I've never thought about them,

but now that you mention
it, I suppose they are.

Come on, come on!

I am often afraid of the dark...

For no reason at all,

but maybe that is
something else again.

And maybe you are
something else again too,

miss whatever you call yourself,

for you are surely not an
actress' big brown freckle!

And for your further
edification, that means arsehole!

We are 24 short hours
away from performing

this little fandango in front
of an unsuspecting public,

and the least they deserve
is that the performers

that they are paying to see
should remember the lines

they are supposed to utter,

and that they utter
them convincingly,

and with a modicum of
skill, which you, dear Judy,

seem to conspicuously lack!

You tell me what
the idiot lines mean,

and maybe I'll be able
to get them to stick!

I have stressed,
time and time again,

that the literal
meaning of the words

in this piece is unimportant.

The beauty and drama is
contained within the rhythm

and the opposite nature of
the juxtaposition of the words.

That, and the comedy of death.

Bullshit!

My dear Judy, I apologize
for saying you are not

an actress' big brown
freckle, I was wrong.

You are an actress'
big brown freckle.

Thanks a million.

Now my dearest
Judy, may we continue?

Children, the world is yours.

Play with it.

Succor it, and each other.

Bravo, bravo, bravissimo.

Who the hell let you in?

Tut, tut, tut.

You scared what I
might see, George?

You can see the most
brilliant piece of theater

this century, and you'd
still give it a scathing review.

You have an evil
tongue, Bennett.

Suits my evil mind.

Well, what do you want?

Merely to invite the
cast to a little soiree

I'm having tomorrow night.

To celebrate the
excitement of the opening.

I'll pass the word on.

Do.

It should be a lot of fun.

Even you would be
welcome, George.

Jesus!

No, me.

Don't do that.

Oh, sorry.

No you're not.

Cup of coffee?

No.

A drink?

No.

A joint?

I suppose a screw's
out of the question?

Jesus, Bruce,
will you piss off?

Look, I have got a
mountain of work to do

and we open tomorrow
night, unless you've forgotten?

Can I help?

The only way you can help
is to get the hell out of here

and leave me alone.

All right, all right,
so, I'm not wanted,

I can take a hint.

Eventually.

You might be sorry though.

I don't see why.

Oh, I might not
invite you again.

Oh, really?

And I'm very good in bed.

Then Bruce,
darling, go to yourself.

For Christ's sake Bruce, can't
you take no for an answer?

Bloody actors, they're
always saying bloody kiss.

Shit.

Who is it?

Oh no!

Oh, oh no, please,
leave me alone!

Hello.

Hello.

Hey, I'm sorry.

About what?

About last night.

I upset you.

Silly, it wasn't your fault.

Love you.

Names?

Why?

You'll find out.

Terry Besanko.

What's yours, girlie?

Helen.

Uh, Helen Selleck.

Right.

Someone will see you inside.

Children.

Were you in love with
the girl or something?

Angela?

Who else?

No.

Then what were
you doing back here?

Oh well I was uh feeling randy.

Oh, she's a horny bird...

Was.

Yeah, was.

So you came back here,
she knocked you back,

then you uh, sliced her up.

Christ, no!

The angel of death
has taken Angela.

It's your fault!

You whistled!

Shut up, Sue.

He whistled and Angela's dead!

Stop it, no!

Terry, go home
and change that shirt.

What have I done?

It's green, boy.

Never wear green!

Miss Selleck?

Mr. D'alberg?

I'm not gonna stay here anymore,

you have to find someone else.

This production's jinxed.

Nonsense, girl.

Rubbish.

Besides, I need you.

They think I did it.

Judy for Christ's
sake, they think I did it.

Did you?

Of course not.

Then there's
nothing to worry about.

They're not going to
hang an innocent man.

Do you believe it?

Believe what?

What Sue said.

That I brought bad luck.

I don't know.

You think 1 did?

I didn't say that.

Terry, I...

Helen?

Darling?

Oh...

I dream.

Sometimes I dream.

I think.

Oh...

I don't know, I don't
know what's real anymore.

I'm real.

Don't.

What did I say?

It's nothing you said.

Then what is it?

It's nothing you've done.

I can't love you, that's all.

As much as I want
to, I can't love you!

I can love you.

Cathy won't let you.

What did you say?

Cathy won't let you!

Do you understand
that, you fool?

Excuse me.

Oh...

My favorite seat.

I can watch you squirm, George.

Yes.

Are you superstitious, George?

Hmm?

Huh?

Then I wish you luck, Georgie.

I wish you luck.

Sarah?

Sarah, can you get
me something to eat?

I have a sore foot.

Get it yourself.

If had a God who to me
was sacred and omniscient,

then I would swear by that
God that I meant every word

I said to you.

But you
don't have that God?

Did I say...

For Christ's
sake, get on stage.

What's wrong with you?

Have you met a man
like that here in town?

Oh no.

The man, the town and the
one-story house are fictitious.

Purely fictitious.

I've never thought about them.

But now that you mention
it, I suppose they are.

I'm often afraid...

I often forget the
doff for no reason at all.

But I'm something else again.

She certainly is.

Terrors that make
your blood freeze.

Imagine hearing someone
brushing against the wall

on a dark night.

You're wide awake but
aware that you're senses

are somewhat blurred.

And it is she...

My love, where have you been?

Children.

The world is yours.

Play with it.

Succor it, and each other.

Oh ho.

George, the audiences
are so tasteless these days.

They all applaud the
more puerile rubbish.

But I applaud you
for your bravery in

taking their money from them.

Whatever the reason,
Bennett, at least I get it.

And you'll get yours.

Applaud.

Oh, stand up.

Who was responsible for that?

You being the
play, I thought you were?

Oh.

I often forget the dark.

There's only one thing
you forget, madam.

I can't remember the
lines that were written

by a raving idiot!

I've got to have
motivation to...

Motivation?

Yes.

You tell me what it is and
I'll remember the bloody lines.

I'll give you your motivation.

Your motivation is $350 a week,

which the manager at the moment

could well afford to be
spending on somebody else!

Well, let them!

Oh.

Oh, Mr. D'alberg, I am a
great admirer of your work.

Such genius!

Oh, very kind, very kind.

Of course, I don't
understand the inner meaning

of the work but oh,
you make the outer side

such a joy to watch.

Well, you know how it is.

Thank you very much...

- Mr. D'alberg?
- Yes?

Excuse me.
- Of course.

Oh I'm sorry, I'm sorry I
dropped the curtain on you.

See, I've never been a stage
manageress before and...

And you never will be again.

Sidney, how nice to see you.

You were wonderful.

Do you think so?

I do.

And so did the audience.

You coming to the party?

I should go home.

Not tonight.

I have to.

I'm scared, Terry.

There's nothing
to be scared of now.

♪Beat on

♪ Oh on our way we go

♪And hip hooray

♪Hello hoo hoo

♪Hello hoo hoo oh do

It not only walks
and talks, it sings.

Ah!

Did I startle you,
dear old deviate?

Tut tut, what a mess
you made of yourself.

Mummy won't be very pleased.

Get out!

Now what lies,
slanders, and hard truths

are you perpetrating
tonight, Bennett,

in the guise of fair criticism?

Get out, George!

But you invited
me to your party.

You even said that
I would be welcome.

You don't want
to read this, George.

Go and enjoy yourself.

Save your embarrassment
until tomorrow.

I suppose you've
panned us all,

you crippled old queen.

Save one shining light.

Whose knickers
you want to get into, no doubt.

That's a disgusting remark.

But you are
disgusting, Bennett.

Come on.

Uh, we'll get a cab.

Helen?

Helen?

Helen?

Helen?

Helen?

You there?

Terry?

Mr. Collingswood will
see you in a moment.

Would you like a drink?

But of course, darling.

- Hi.
- Hello, sexy.

Hi.

What do you think
you're staring at?

Well I'm transfixed by
your indescribable beauty.

Oh yeah?

Pretty honest,
it's got bells on it.

But your nice tits, anyway.

Not mine.

What you see is what you get.

Was that an invitation?

No.

It's a joint.

Aha.

The classic features.

The eyes, with a hint
of tragedy in them that

only enhances their beauty.

Let me look into them and
see if I can find their secret.

Ah, there was a tragedy.

Hmm, yeah.

Don't tell me.

I don't want to
know the details.

It's sufficient to
know that far off,

in some other time,

you were very, very unhappy.

And the pain lingers
in this beautiful body.

Don't touch me.

The old bastard
say that about me?

And worse.

What could be worse”?

Why don't you ask him?

Hmm.

Ah, Mr. Collingswood?

Yeah?

Can I have a word with you?

Yeah.

I'd like to discuss your
review of the play with you.

Huh?

Have you read it?

Well, not exactly.

Come with me, I've got
something to show you.

Does anyone want to hear

what the boring old
queen has written about us?

Hey yeah, why not?

"Someone once said
that theater is dead.

"If tonight's performance,
and I use the word loosely,

"at The King's is an
example of today's theater,

"then the sooner its death
throes cease, the better,

"save for a startling
performance from a newcomer,

"Helen Selleck.

"George D'alberg's hackneyed
production is a boring

"and tedious procession
of cliched, emotional tricks,

"performed with
substandard thespian effort."

You wonder
why I'm so bitter?

Watch as I did,

it used to be surging
and with style.

We'd used to get laughs.

Now comedy's nothing
more than a dirty joke.

What about the board hall?

Whatever happened
to music hall, hmm?

Whatever happened
to the sort of excitement

that used to go hand in
hand with a building like this?

Hmm, yeah.

No, I see what
you mean, Bennett.

Oh, I doubt it.

Not with your performance,
if you could call it that.

Yes.

You could see
nothing, praise within it?

Well I did think I handled
that entrance with surely

but some degree of a star.

And the audience
thought so, they applauded.

For some strange
reason which escapes me,

the public look
on you as a star.

They always clap the
first entrance of a star,

however badly done.

Then there's nothing
good you can say about me?

In my review?

Uh, yes.

Oh, poor Bruce,
you really do try hard.

Well the review is written.

Still, I could revise.

I don't have to file my
copy until the morning.

Would you like that?

Yes I, I think I'd like that.

You know something, Bruce?

You're a tramp.

You're a harlot.

But then, so am 1.

The only difference between
us is that I have talent.

I have skill with words.

And you really
are a lousy actor.

Oh.

No playing the
game, Brucey, huh?

No playing the game.

You really want to
go through with this,

on the off chance that I'll,

I'll write something
nice about you, huh?

Run, rabbit, run!

Oh!

Ah...

Little Brucey rabbit,
wouldn't let me grab it.

Jesus.

Why did you do that?

You just frightened the
living daylights out of me.

Well don't just stand
there, help me find,

help me find my lighter.

What's wrong?

I'm safe.

Now I'm with you.

Not yet.

I'm not ready yet, Terry.

Big day tomorrow, kiddo.

Better get some sleep.

Good night, darling.

Good evening, company.

This is your one hour call.

One hour, thank you.

There's no such
thing as a one hour call.

If we happen to have a
full company in the theater

at the moment,

could I possibly see it on
stage immediately, please?

Typical of Bennett.

But not coming
back to his own party?

What did he say when you
asked him to change his review?

Oh, said he would.

And?

Thought he'd be a bit
tough, you know but uh,

deadline beat us.

We can only assume that
the publishers of the news

took legal advice and
decided against publishing the

scandalous comments
Collingswood made about me

in his review.

We can only be thankful.

I rarely agree
with Collingswood,

but he made several points
in his unpublished piece

with which I
wholeheartedly concur.

Bruce, your performance
last night was execrable.

You missed cues,
you dropped lines,

and generally behaved
like a rank amateur

at a country Sunday
School concert.

I find myself wondering if
you were in the same play

as the rest of the cast.

Except for Judy of course,

who was in a little
play all by herself.

Words fail me, as they
failed you last night.

Your most fervent
admirer, had you had one,

would have been disgusted.

And where is the only
one who escaped criticism

from the scribe?

I can assure you she will
not escape criticism from me!

Has anyone seen her tonight?

No.

Well find her!

Where do
you suggest we look?

God knows.

Collingswood's bed, perhaps?

Possibly her own.

Surely Terry knows all of
her little haunts and habits?

This is your
five minute call.

Five minutes to curtain.

Where the hell have you been?

She's here waiting for you.

Helen?

Who else would I mean?

She's in her dressing room.

Won't open up for
anyone else but you, dear.

Helen, it's me.

I tried to get rid of her.

Honestly, I tried.

Well Helen, what's happened?

Helen and
Terry, your call, please.

How do you feel?

Can we go up?

Good girl.

She'll be back.

And I won't be able
to stop her again.

Don't worry,
I'll look after you.

For Christ's
take you two, get up here!

My God, girl.

What a lovely neck you have.

And did any letters come
for me when I was out?

No sir, the postal
department is on strike.

I see.

Then get us some food.

There's a good girl.

I told you, I
have a sore foot.

Get it yourself.

Shit.

Oh, Bruce.

Christ, you gave me a fright.

That's not fair.

What are you doing here anyway?

Making sure you're gonna
be around during the second act.

Stop it.

Why?

Well that's what I
should be saying to you.

I die 10 minutes
into the second act.

Haven't you read the play?

Of course I read the play.

I uh, I bet you die
enthusiastically.

Oh, we'll soon
find out, won't we?

Should I shoot myself, Sarah?

I mean, would that be
a big enough gesture?

Would they listen to me then?

Well, it's worth
a try, sweetheart.

Where did you get that?

Oh, I thought
you might need it.

Could somebody
please tell Paul in props

not to put such a large
charge in the fucking gun?

I nearly blew my foot off.

She's kind of
obscure, don't you know?

She might be
pretty, but she's got a sour mouth.

I believe
D'alberg has failed.

He strikes the
right level of humor

but fudges on the
melodrama at times.

So it
is the man himself.

Actors to connect, standby.

Connect act two.

Standby, electrics.

We've been over
that bridge already.

Now I have another, still
more difficult to overcome.

Cue 59.

Life wasn't meant to be easy.

Is death?

Cue 59.

Go.

Ah.

You like?

I like.

But I like it better off.

Me Tarzan, you Jane.

Did you hear that?

What, Tarzan?

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

Hey come on, beat
it, get out of here!

Oh my God!

No!

No, no don't!

Oh, is that a medal?

It's a
life service medal.

It just happens to be in
my pocket at the moment.

If I had a God

who to me was
sacred and omniscient,

then I would swear by that
God that I meant every word

I said to you.

But you don't have that God?

Did I say that?

Terrors that make
your blood freeze.

Imagine hearing someone
brushing against the walls

on a dark night.

You're wide awake but
you're aware that your senses

are somewhat blurred.

And this is she...

My love, where have you been?

Children, the world is yours.

Play with it.

Succor it, and each other.

Where the hell is he?

Screwing Fay, probably.

Jesus!

Uh, excuse me.

He's
dead to the world.

The play
wasn't that bad.

I don't know, I
nodded off once or twice.

Can't see George complaining
about tonight's performance.

Oh, it went off without a hitch.

Supper, anyone?

Why not?

I feel like getting drunk.

Anyone seen Helen?

Oh, she's gone.

Oh?

You coming?

I might join you later.

Hey, Sue, I'll catch
you later, okay?

I gotta set my laundry.

Fay?

Oh, oh my God!

George!

My God!

George!

Oh no!

No!

Oh no!

Oh!

No!

No, no, no!

Oh...

Terry, please.

I love you.

I love you so much.

Good night, darling.

Sweet dreams.

Beautiful
actress Helen Selleck

was an actress last
night when she fought off

and killed a man who tried
to force his intentions on her.

The man, a member of the
cast of Comedy of Death,

currently playing at The King's,

broke a mirror and threatened
her with a sliver of glass.

In the ensuing struggle,
the glass entered his neck,

and he later died.

Now a police spokesman
later said it was believed

that the man was
also responsible

for several vicious murders,

which have terrorized the land.

The city where the
forecast continuing away

with light thunderstorms
coming up later in the day.

Next, please.

Your name?

Well, Helen.

Helen Selleck.