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THE HORRIBLE DR. HICHCOCK

You won't feel anything. It'll be just as if you were asleep.

Anesthetic, please.

This new anesthetic slows down the heartbeat.

We must operate before the heart rate goes back to normal.

Scalpel.

We have guests at home, and my wife would never forgive me if I was late.

- Professor? - Yes?

Excuse me. Inspector Scott is here. He would like to talk to you.

Let him in.

How are you, Inspector?

Do you think that poor fellow will make it, Inspector?

It was a nasty wound, I did everything I could.

All we can do is hope for the best.

- Thank you, Professor. - Good night, Inspector.

You should feel relieved now that the professor...

...said he did everything he could to save him.

Your father will get better, you'll see.

- Good evening, Professor. - Good evening.

- Martha? - Yes, sir?

Please tell my wife that I am very tired and that I went to my room.

Everything's ready upstairs, Professor.

Thank you, Martha.

My apologies, but I feel a bit tired.

- Oh no, we must apologize. - Goodbye.

We have abused your kindness.

- See you soon, dear. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - See you.

- See you soon. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Madam. - I'll see you soon.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye to you.

Thank you, Doctor, you're a miracle worker!

No. It is only science your father must thank.

It is a great triumph, Professor.

Perhaps it's not a miracle, but it certainly looks like one.

The human body is rather jealous of its secrets.

People wasted so much time trying to study the soul.

Alas, the material element of our beings is still an unknown universe.

Had you not slowed down the heartbeat,

the patient would not have survived a surgical procedure so close to the heart.

I'm not sure about that.

Evidently, my new anesthetic slows down the general dynamics of the organism.

Professor, the patient is in the operating room.

Good!

Margaretha!

Margaretha!

Margaretha! No...

But what...

No!

- Bring those downstairs. - Very well.

- Your coach is waiting. - Thank you, Martha.

Is it your final decision, Professor?

Yes, Martha, I've made up my mind.

I already gave my resignation at the clinic.

Everything here reminds me of Margaretha.

Everything.

I trust you'll take care of the house, Martha.

Of course.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

By the way, please take care of the cat.

Jezebel? Don't worry.

Goodbye.

I hope you will be happy in my home.

I will be happy anywhere if we are together, dear.

We should be there.

I want you to deliver the rest of our baggage tomorrow morning.

- Here. - Thank you, sir.

Come, dear.

What a tyrant nature is.

She only needed a few years to give the garden such a wild-looking appearance.

Look.

There's a light in that window.

- Who could it be? - Probably Martha, my housekeeper.

- A lightning storm! - Let's go inside, quick.

Just a moment, dear.

I'll make some light.

Martha?

Martha?

My, what a storm!

Is that her portrait?

Yes, it's her.

Come, dear. Sit down now.

Wait for me, I'll go find Martha.

- Martha? - Please, don't leave me alone here!

Don't worry, Cynthia.

- That's Jezebel. - He scared the wits out of me.

Jezebel! Here, Jezebel! Come on!

I guess he's become a little feral!

Good evening, Martha.

Welcome back, Professor.

This is my wife Cynthia.

Cynthia, please meet Martha, our housekeeper.

- Nice to meet you. - I apologize for the chaos.

I only had enough time to tidy up the rooms upstairs.

- I prepared some food. - Thank you.

- You must be hungry, dear. - No, I'm just tired.

Then, with your permission, I will escort the lady to her room.

What was that?

It's nothing, Madam, just my sister.

I kept her here for all these years.

I'm going to take her back to the hospital tomorrow.

She's mentally ill.

Very well.

Let's go upstairs, dear, come on.

Why did Martha give me such an odd look?

Martha might seem odd, but she is actually very kind.

Come on, dear.

This is your room.

It'll look more cheerful when the gas lighting appliance will be fixed.

It's quite beautiful.

Was this her room?

Yes.

Forgive me, but this house gives me a weird feeling.

I feel like a stranger, as if everything were hostile to me.

Even the cat.

You are just a little tired.

Tomorrow you'll see things in a different light.

Yes, of course.

Martha is going to bring you your suitcase.

If you need anything, the bell is next to the bed.

- Thank you. - Good night, my love.

Good night.

Bernard, is that you?

- Good morning, my dear. - Good morning.

Let's sit.

Is something wrong, Cynthia?

I didn't sleep well.

What happened?

Didn't you hear anything last night?

No, nothing.

Someone tried to get into my room after you left.

That’s absurd, dear.

I can't imagine who could have done it.

I don't know, I heard some footsteps and saw the doorknob turning.

Cynthia, you were very tired last night. Perhaps it was just your imagination.

No, I am sure there was someone outside my room.

That's nonsense, Cynthia.

My room is next to yours, and I didn't hear a peep.

Forgive my reaction, dear, but going back to my old clinic...

...after all these years has made me nervous.

What is it?

A male nurse from the clinic, a certain Franz, would like to talk to you urgently.

Excuse me, dear.

I must go to the hospital at once, dear, I will see you later.

We're invited to the opera tonight, I couldn't say no.

- I will pick you up at eight o'clock. - Yes.

Your room is upstairs.

Why is this door locked?

It's always been locked.

- A magnificent show. - Oh, truly.

- A truly splendid performance, really. - Very much indeed.

In my opinion, they really emphasized the romanticism of the plot.

Yes, a superb interpretation, no doubts about it.

- Don't you agree? - A huge performance, don't you think?

Huge, on par with the size of the soprano!

Professor, an urgent call for you from the clinic.

An urgent call from the clinic, I hope you'll forgive me but I must go.

- Would you take her home and then join me? - Of course, Professor.

- See you later, dear. - See you later.

After you.

I was in Vienna when I found out that your husband had decided to return here.

I immediately requested a transfer.

His experiments have always interested me.

So I guess you also find medical science as charming as a beautiful woman.

In Vienna I studied with Professor Freud, a doctor of great intellect.

Have you ever heard of him?

No.

I used to admire Professor Bernard, but now I envy him.

Thank you.

- I hope I didn't bore you. - No, Doctor. Quite the opposite.

Would you allow me to escort you inside?

No, thanks, you'd better not.

My husband is waiting for you at the clinic, remember?

Good night.

Good night.

Death will take you in your sleep!

In your sleep!

A sleep as deep as death!

A sleep as eternal as death!

Just like death!

Just like death!

Death!

Ah, it's you.

- Martha... - I heard a noise and came to investigate.

Please, light the way to the house.

Let's go.

You may go now.

- Could you take the cat with you? - Very well.

Martha, how long will your sister be staying here?

My sister?

I took her to an out-of-town clinic last night.

He's gotten old.

He's not the same as he was, he let her die.

Why didn't you use your anesthetic? It could have saved her.

No. I won't use that anesthetic ever again.

It hasn't been perfected yet.

It could be fatal.

Good night.

Do you need anything, Professor?

I know I'm not wrong, Bernard.

I'm completely sure of it, I'm telling you.

I only saw her for one second,

but the fear I felt is permanently carved in my mind.

This is totally ridiculous.

My dear, you haven't been feeling well ever since we met.

The shock caused by your father's death has rattled your nervous system.

And since you left the clinic you haven't recovered completely.

I know it sounds absurd, but I really did see her, you must believe me!

I almost died of fright.

I waited for you all night long, but I didn't hear you come back.

I came home very late.

Bernard, all these portraits of her, even here in your own room...

I know you adored her, dear.

But please, try to understand.

Wherever I go, I feel that her eyes are following me and spying on my moves.

Don't think about it.

I must go.

Please, Cynthia, remember that when I am not home...

...I don't want anyone to enter this room.

I will see you at dinner.

- Good morning, Madam. - Good morning.

To what do we owe your visit?

I must talk to your husband.

- He is not home, is it an urgent matter? - No, nothing urgent.

- Please, have a seat. - Thanks.

Do you like it here in London?

Is something wrong?

Doctor, do you believe in ghosts?

Of course not.

Neither did I, until yesterday.

Since I moved into this house I live in terror, and I started believing in ghosts.

Last night, with my own eyes, I saw a dress hemline and a pair of boots.

What do you mean? It's impossible.

It must have been a hallucination.

I know you won't believe me, but I'm telling the truth.

Kurt, do you find my husband to be a little peculiar?

Well, no more than any other man of genius.

- Why do you ask? - Nothing, just a silly idea I had.

- Would you like something to drink? - No, thank you.

I must go back to the clinic.

By the way, Cynthia, you can count on me if you ever need anything.

Thank you, Kurt.

Goodbye.

I think I must go back to the clinic.

Do you really have to go, dear?

Yes, I have some patients in critical condition, I must see them before tonight.

You have changed so much.

I feel like I don't mean anything to you anymore, Bernard.

Perhaps it was a mistake bringing me here.

Nonsense, my dear. I'm just a little nervous.

My hands are not as capable as they used to be.

Don't come back late, I'm afraid to stay here alone.

Would you like me to ask Martha to spend the night with you?

No, no, not Martha. I'd rather be alone.

Very well, dear, as you wish.

Come back soon, I'll be waiting for you.

Then I'll bid you good night when I get back.

Professor Bernard!

What is it, Dr. Lowe?

Nothing.

I'm on duty tonight.

I heard some noises, but I had no idea it was you.

I just meant to check the blood coagulation.

I'd have helped you if you'd called me.

I did not know you were working tonight.

It's not a pressing matter, anyway.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I came to bid you goodnight.

Where have you been?

Martha didn't tell us the truth about her sister leaving the house.

- She's still here. - Did you see her?

Yes, I went down to the garden and I saw her through the window,

but she had her back to me.

That's strange.

There's something else, Bernard.

Where does that door lead to?

- Which door? - The one over there, with the big mirror.

It's my old laboratory, I'd like it to remain locked.

Bernard...

Something has changed since we came here.

Why don't we leave this place tomorrow?

I left this house once already and I am still regretting it.

Don't you ever ask me that again.

Good night.

Margaretha!

Margaretha!

Margaretha!

Cynthia...

Cynthia!

No!

She must have fainted!

Help me, quick!

Keep treating the patient with the same cure.

Did you hurt yourself, Professor?

My cat Jezebel did it.

Professor?

Yes, Franz?

Professor, the operating room is ready.

Very well. Have the patient brought in.

Prepare the plasma for the transfusion and get the anesthetic ready.

I'll be down shortly.

Is something wrong, Professor?

You must have already understood why I'm worried.

- My wife. - Your wife?

Yes.

When I met her she was being treated for severe shock.

I fell in love with her on the spot,

and I tried to persuade myself that she was completely cured.

She seemed to me a fairly well adjusted woman.

A little impressionable, perhaps.

Now she's obsessed with the idea that I don't love her.

She thinks I am still in love with my first wife,

and that Margaretha's ghost is haunting her.

It's your fault, Professor.

- My fault? - Yes.

Your wife feels like a stranger in that house.

You wanted everything to remain exactly as it was,

and that makes her think you're still in love your first wife.

Cynthia sees her as if she was a living rival,

and her subconscious materializes her doubts.

That is absurd.

What's wrong with taking Cynthia to that house?

I see it as a place filled with memories,

and I assure you not all of them are that pleasant.

Alas, I can't run away forever.

Maybe moving to a different house would do the trick.

Perhaps.

How are you, dear?

How are you feeling?

Where am I?

What happened to me?

Nothing, my dear.

You just haven't been feeling well in the last few days.

You even fainted last night.

You were in a pitiful state, look.

No, it's impossible.

As I predicted, your nerves are failing again.

In any case, you should not worry.

It will be over soon.

Here, my dear, drink this. It will make you sleep.

Yes, good girl.

Now you are going to sleep soundly.

Yes, I feel sleepy already. So very sleepy.

Martha, do not disturb my wife. She's asleep.

By the way, I think it would be better for you to leave the house for a few days.

I'm sure you understand.

You can come back to work next week.

As you wish, Professor.

I'd like to add that I will never forget everything you did for me and my poor wife.

Professor?

- Professor? - Huh? Oh.

- Professor? - Yes?

- Franz is here. - Ah.

Franz!

Did you find my bag of surgical instruments?

There was nobody home.

There was nobody...

- Are you sure? - Nobody was there.

I rang the bell and then circled the house from the outside.

I called, but nobody answered.

If I may, Professor, maybe your wife went out for a walk.

She never leaves the house by herself.

I must run home and see if something's wrong.

You understand, don't you?

Please, take my place.

Cynthia...

He looked away for an instant and I poured the milk into the flower vase.

Calm down, Cynthia. If your husband...

You're not really thinking that...

I don't know what to think, Kurt, and you're the only person who can help me.

- Only you, do you understand? - Yes, Cynthia.

The other night I woke up in a ghastly place.

Bernard was there, looking at me with the eyes of a monster.

Suddenly I felt his hands on my throat, the grip getting stronger and stronger!

I can't remember anything after that. I must have fainted.

- And then? - Nothing.

When I woke up this morning, Bernard was there looking at me.

He went to get that glass of milk.

I pretended to drink it and fall asleep.

I will have it analyzed.

But if it ends up being nothing but milk,

will you be convinced of how absurd your suspicions are?

Try to stay calm for the time being.

These hallucinations will gradually fade away.

Yes, I know how real they seem to you.

Cynthia.

I was worried for you. What are you doing here?

Your wife came looking for you, Professor.

I thought it best to keep her here.

Thank you.

I think we'd better go home, dear.

Let's go, Cynthia.

Where's Martha?

I let her go.

- Did you fire her? - Yes.

I didn't think you'd feel sorry, I actually believed it would make you happy.

There is enough toxic concentration in this to kill a horse.

Are you sure?

I ran three different tests and they all gave the same result.

Maybe that milk was meant to put someone to sleep,

but it surely would have turned into an eternal sleep.

But then, Cynthia...

God, don't let it be too late!

No, you will not escape!

I will bury you alive!

Just like I was buried alive twelve years ago!

You tried to steal Bernard from me, and now you will die!

You will die!

Buried alive!

You will die!

It's no use running!

You will die!

Help!

Margaretha...

Everything will be like it used to be.

Help!

I will restore your beauty with her young blood.

Yes, kill her! Kill her!

In her you were only seeing me! Only me!

Bernard! No, no, no!

No!

No!

Stop!

Cynthia!

- Cynthia... - Thank you, Kurt, thank you.

I owe you my life.

You're safe now, Cynthia.

The past is burning, and the nightmare is finally over.

THE END