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Good evening, sir. -Good evening, Albert.

Do you have the keys to the theatre? -Here they are.

Everything okay? -Yes, sir.

Patrick. -Tell me, dear?

I don't understand why you never want to come here?

I find this building magnificent. -I don't like it...

It's cold and boring. Right, Albert?

I prefer to be alone, sir. -You can go back to bed, Albert...

I'll leave the keys by the gate. -Very well, sir.

Goodnight.

I really don't understand you, you're a real barbarian...

You own a theatre but you keep it closed like this.

You can persuade him to reopen it when you're married, Kim...

Then you'll have a stage all for yourself and you can act as much as you like...

We'll all applaud you. Isn't that what you've always wanted?

This could be the chance you've been dreaming of.

Your grand occasion. Your only chance to be the star.

Come on, let's go.

Nice place.

I told you we were foolish to leave the party to come here at this hour.

You're always the same, Albert. Go back if you want...

I'll find someone to take me home.

You're forgetting that I'm the only one who works around here.

I hope I never need you as a doctor, Albert.

Are we going to stay out here all night or shall we go inside?

I don't like this place, I'm scared. -Stay close to Rebecca...

She'll protect you. -How long has it been closed?

I didn't think anyone can answer that. It's been centuries...

However, the last performance here was over a hundred years ago...

But our family has always kept the place tidy.

Come in. I'll find the lights.

You've been here before.

Not here, but I've been in this building, you know this, so it's pointless asking.

You can't forget it, right?

It's up to you to make me forget.

Pat, have you found the lights? -Not yet...

But I found this.

What's the point? It's more romantic in the dark.

You don't need darkness anymore, Patrick is already in the limelight...

When are you getting married? -In two weeks.

It's too soon. I don't have the strength to resist.

I must be yours soon. Very soon.

You seem quite loaded this evening.

How much stuff have you taken? -So speaks the great painter...

The new Picasso goes on the attack to protect his damsel in distress.

But Kim isn't his damsel, she's daddy's woman, or am I mistaken?

You're not mistaken.

However, Russell doesn't like the stuff.

(?)

He's old fashioned, you must forgive him. -You need forgiveness more than me...

Try to remember that you are still my guests.

Why don't you ever come here? -The building belongs to Patrick...

He inherited it.

All the nice things are his. -He's the first male in the family...

I didn't exist for our father.

It's all wrong...

You're the one who deals with everything...

Patrick doesn't even notice, it's not right.

When you're close to me...

Nothing else matters.

There will be no darkness from now on. -The fuse box was in there? I forgot.

Yes, it's in here. It wasn't easy to find.

It's as if you've been here before.

You move around like it's your home.

It's true. I spent a night here.

When? -To be precise...

A hundred years ago. -A hundred years?

Then you can be our guide. -I can tell you what's behind this door.

Come on. Let's shout, let's fill it with voices...

Catch up on lost time. Old theatre, we've come to wake you up...

To wipe away the dust that covers you. -Old spirits that sleep for centuries...

Wake up. Let us hear your voices...

Your owners have returned. -Spirits don't have owners...

They're alive. -Sure, I'm a pure spirit...

I can fly. Enter into these mortal chambers...

...and make them mine completely.

They'll be forced to do everything I want...

Right, daddy? -I'd be happy to do whatever you want.

Lynn.

Come and see, it's more beautiful up here.

And leave that spineless man alone.

I've known Lynn for so long but I always find her so different.

Perhaps you never paid her enough attention, If I'm not mistaken...

You're eyes were on someone else. -How sweet.

Given that you only care about money, you think everyone else is like you.

I'm sure Vivian really loves Patrick. -Thank you.

(?)

Even you, it could be said, are more in love with Patrick's money than him.

You think so?

But there's is a big difference...

I'm succeeding: Seeing as we're getting married.

What I like about all of you is your unbridled kindness...

It reduces you to pieces. -We're a close family.

I'm not part of the family, I'm not rich or noble enough.

Perhaps you'd like to be?

I'd like to remind you that we've come here to visit the theatre.

By the way, Patrick...

Is there a plan? -I don't know...

If there is, it'll be in the library. -I'll go and see, come on Doris.

You're not very talkative tonight? Doesn't your owner allow it?

There's something I've always hated about you, Russell...

You're not funny, you're only stupid.

One day soon I'll seduce you.

If you're still capable.

And now, the long awaited presentation can begin.

Come.

I've waited hours for this, just seeing you from far away makes me go crazy

You just have to be patient. We'll always find a way to be together.

This is absurd, Russell...

If this is the price we have to pay for Patrick's money then I surrender...

I want you.

I can't stay away from you, I want to be with you all the time.

I'm just waiting in the shadows, it's the same for me as well.

When we're with the others I can feel how much you hate them...

I can feel that you'd kill them to have me.

I could kill you.

Do you think you could do it while we make love?

We must have the strength to wait, then we'll have everything.

What fascinates me most about you, Russell...

Is that you're an asshole. I could give you everything...

Except trust.

I always feel in danger when we're together...

But I like it.

It's like every moment could be the last.

What's wrong, Doris?

There. Over there...

There's a man. -They're just mannequins.

He moved, I saw him.

There's no one here.

All this rubbish, it feels dead. -Yes, but...

I get the impression there's something still alive here.

I'm sorry if I frightened you, Vivian. -No...

This place has a strange effect on me.

We're always afraid of things we don't know.

You're not scared, right?

No.

Nothing happens by chance. Everything that happens...

Remember it... It has already been decided.

Patrick.

It's incredible how everything has been conserved intact...

Only the dust reminds us that this theatre has been abandoned for so long.

It must've been splendid, why don't you persuade Patrick to reopen it?

It will be difficult. He never wants to talk about it...

It's as if he's scared of this place.

But I'm sure you could persuade him...

You're so beautiful and you know it.

Just try, you'll see. It won't be easy for him to resist you.

How long has Russell been your lover?

Don't be afraid. I'll never tell Patrick.

Who told you these things? -You've been lovers for three years...

Before you met Patrick. And you still are.

You have a great imagination, or are these Rebecca's words?

There's no difference between Rebecca and me, we're very close.

Then I'm the normal one, because I like men.

Look how beautiful. I could almost try it on.

Why not? Put it on.

It must be an Elizabethan dress. It's marvellous.

No one kills without a reason.

Do you think it would be hard to find a valid one for each one of you?

What would mine be? -Perhaps, because Kim left you for me...

She was your lover.

Patrick, you haven't understood me if you think I could kill for love.

Perhaps it would be more convenient for Russell if you were alive?

Deep down, you're the only person who bought his paintings.

With whose money did you open your luxurious clinic?

It's only good for dying in.

I believe it was an accident, Patrick...

Deep down, we all care about your health...

It's better if you stay alive, we all live off your money.

Someone would have more after my death. -Are you talking about me, daddy?

Lynn, do you know that someone tried to kill me a few minutes ago?

I was lucky to escape unharmed.

Perhaps your father is referring to me? I don't have any scruples...

...and you're money would be very useful for me.

The problem is that Lynn and I have been together since we entered this theatre...

Either you think Lynn is my accomplice, or you're ready to absolve me as well.

Your family doesn't stop with Lynn. -Rebecca and I don't get on so well...

But I don't think Rebecca... -That Rebecca could kill you?

Rebecca would do a lot more than a simple crime to have everything...

Sure, with me out of the way she could do whatever she wants.

So let's include Rebecca as well, but you're very quick to accuse others...

I think your delicate hands are more than capable of cutting a rope.

Didn't you say there must be a motive? -And you don't have one?

I bet Lynn will find one straight away. -Too easy...

You weren't very happy when your marriage to father went up in smoke.

That was over a year ago. May I remind you Vivian is now my wife.

I don't think he earned very much in the exchange.

Insolent. -Why? It's over, Pat.

This has absolutely nothing to do with it...

...and it doesn't concern you.

I could never hurt you.

Perhaps you already have without knowing it...

And you, Albert, perhaps you can't forget...

And you want revenge. -For what?

I know very well what happened between you...

You owe me a lot of money. -Right...

But your death wouldn't solve a thing...

Your siblings would jump all over me without pity, worse than you.

We've forgotten someone...

The one with the guru. Pat, what is his name?

I never found out. -We thought he was your new friend...

None of us know him. -I haven't seen him before tonight...

Rebecca must have invited him. -Strange...

No one's seen him since we came in.

If I tried to kill someone, the first thing I would do is try to escape.

It would be the wrong move...

Because everyone would accuse you.

How long have you been there?

Long enough to hear most of your discussion.

Where were you... -During your attempted murder?

Around. Without an alibi or witnesses.

We've found the right man...

It was him. -Who did what?

Someone cut that rope trying to crush me with that beam.

It had been cut. I had a good look at it.

I can't be mistaken. -You tried to act the role of the victim.

You can do what you want, but I'm fed up of being in here.

I bet you've finished the bottle.

I'll be whatever you want, but I'm not a sewer rat...

...and I need clean air.

Have fun and be careful, accidents can happen to anyone...

Not just Patrick.

(?)

What has become of my Romeo?

Go. Go away from here...

I won't follow you. What's this?

A cup...

Clasped in the hands of my faithful lover.

I see poison was responsible for his premature death.

Coward. He drank everything...

Without even leaving a drop. A small drop to help me after him.

I want to kiss your lips.

(?)

His lips are still warm.

My God, I heard a noise. I must hurry.

Blessed dagger...

This is your sheath.

(?)

Let me die.

You've never acted so well.

You were great.

Kim.

We shouldn't move her. -I don't want Kim to stay here.

It doesn't matter to her anymore.

But for the police it's better we don't touch anything.

First me, then Kim...

Why her?

Rebecca, call the police. -We shouldn't have come here...

It's this place that calls the dead.

It was one of us who killed her. Even if I don't know why.

You've hated each other for so long that you don't even remember why.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? -Perhaps it's broken?

We must notify the guard...

Or I'll go to the village and call the police.

Don't try and escape.

The phone isn't broken, they cut the wires.

What? -The person who killed Kim...

...cut the wires so we couldn't call for help.

If they did, it was the wrong move.

It's pointless.

It was closed before as well.

I looked for the keys but they're not here anymore...

Perhaps Patrick took them?

Patrick.

You're right. The killer has locked us in...

We'll all end up like rats. -I hope you're the next victim.

I'm just trying to raise morale. -What's going on?

The telephone is broken and we're locked in...

You should have the keys. -I put them over here.

They aren't here. -I'm sure I put them there.

They weren't there before. -Before when?

I wanted to leave. -Trying to escape, eh?

Kim hadn't died at that point.

What matters is that we're all locked in here.

Wait a moment, there should be another set of keys in the drawer...

The caretaker has two sets.

Did you find them? -Yes.

Let's try the other doors.

They're all locked.

I want to get out of here, you brought us here...

So let us out. You brought us here to die.

Calm down, Vivian.

There must be a logical explanation.

I don't believe in the supernatural.

Why can't we open the doors? Why?

Let go of me.

You've got the keys. Open the doors then...

Open them.

There's someone there.

It's coming from the stalls. -But only Kim's in there and she's dead.

"Come here..."

"...and let us teach you how to cry."

"I told you many just things during your infancy..."

"But you couldn't understand."

(?)

(?)

"Mother nature demands it."

(?)

Who are they? What do they want from us?

Quiet.

"Who are they?" "What do they want from us?"

"Quiet."

It didn't record their voices. -Perhaps it's broken?

It recorded Vivian's voice, but not theirs.

We're trying to explain things which cannot be explained...

The telephone, the doors and now these voices.

The man with the guru?

He's disappeared again. -But who is he?

Rebecca invited him. -Me?

I met him tonight for the first time.

He seemed to know this theatre, as if he'd been here before.

But it's been closed for years.

When were at your house, Pat...

At your party. Whose idea was it to come here?

I don't remember. Lynn, perhaps?

It was that man who talked to me about the theatre.

Yes, he also said something else...

That he hadn't been here for some time and that he wanted to return.

We must look for him, he's the key to this mystery.

Pat. What do you think?

I'm scared, like all of you. -No...

You know something we don't.

I don't know that man. -I'm talking about the theatre...

Why hasn't it been used for so long?

There's a legend...

A hundred years ago a group of people met in this theatre after a party...

They were locked in for a few days...

When the doors were finally opened.... -The doors were closed then as well?

They were all dead.

I think that's it. I don't remember well.

How did they die?

I don't know.

Perhaps they never found out?

What can we do?

Tell me.

I can help you.

You know, I'm upset about what happened between us...

I can't forget it.

It's too late now.

Maybe not.

Perhaps none of us will get out of here alive...

When the doors are opened again we'll all be dead.

What are you saying? What are you thinking about?

What's the date today? -The 15th of February, your birthday.

Now I remember the date of the events that happened a hundred years ago...

It was also the 15th of February.

Albert. What are you doing?

Russell.

Let me in.

I know you're in there, I want to talk to you.

Let me in, I said.

You killed Kim...

It's pointless. I recognised you.

I saw you running away. Open the door.

Listen...

I won't tell the others.

I won't tell them you're the murderer. I promise you.

All I ask is that you help me in return. I beg you...

I don't want to blackmail you, but let me go...

Help me get out of here.

Who is it?

Why are you doing this to me?

Help.

Help.

But there's no one here?

Rebecca, it's you. -What's going on?

Someone wanted to kill me. He came up behind me...

He wanted to disfigure me with cigarette, to burn my face.

Believe me. -Where?

In there. He chased me to the stage.

Who screamed? What happened?

It sounded like a woman, we've just arrived.

Vivian was attacked. -By whom?

I don't know. He had a black cape...

A dagger and he was wearing a mask.

Where did you see him? -He chased me to the stage.

Then he caught me and pushed me onto the bed.

Russell saved me, he saw him and he stopped.

Russell? Where is he?

I don't understand, didn't he say something?

Didn't he do anything which may have revealed his identity?

No, nothing.

There's no one here. I think Vivian just saw a shadow.

Kim wasn't killed by a shadow.

Do you know if it was a man or a woman?

They way they walked, for example?

Or their eyes? You must've seen them.

No, I told you I didn't.

There's nothing more we can do.

Could he have killed himself?

In theory, yes.

But the wounds show there was a struggle.

Besides, why would he have killed himself?

Remorse...

Perhaps he killed Kim?

Kim was engaged to Patrick...

But she was going out with Russell before.

Perhaps it wasn't over?

You expect us to believe a story like that?

it's incredible. It's irrational...

But the coincidences are too extraordinary to be casual, look...

This represents Kim's death perfectly...

The second one is a woman being threatened.

The third one is self-explanatory...

A man who has been hanged like Russell.

This book is at least five hundred years old.

But it describes everything that's happening here...

Tonight.

What do you think is happening?

What's the meaning of this story?

We are living a story which has already been verified.

A woman who's been stabbed, a man who's been hanged...

But the second picture shows a woman screaming, threatened by a dagger.

He didn't have a dagger in his hand, it was a lit cigarette.

They didn't have cigarettes five hundred years ago...

So Vivian isn't your threatened woman.

We're all losing our minds here.

Doris.

Doris. -Where did she go?

I haven't seen her.

Rebecca, stay here. Don't move.

Let her go...

As long as we're all here there's no danger.

Yes, but the next victim...

Look.

You're talking a lot of rubbish.

Or are you trying to confuse us?

One of us is the killer...

We have to find out who it is before it's too late.

Doris.

Doris.

Doris.

Doris.

This can all be explained very easily...

An electronic system could lock the doors without a key...

And a disconnected telephone means absolutely nothing...

The mysterious voices we heard could've been recorded.

Right, but my tape recorder didn't pick them up...

I don't believe in the supernatural, but this is a fact.

It's only a fact if your tape recorder was switched on...

We only have your word.

For what's it's worth. -You may also be wrong.

Yes, sir, but you're boring me...

This doesn't solve a thing. Come on.

Where are you going?

How do you explain the man with the guru?

You know something...

There's a portrait of him in the other room.

I haven't seen it.

But there's a 17th century painting in there.

Yes, a portrait of a gentleman from the 1700's.

But it was here?

You're still in shock.

No, I saw it. I'm certain it was him.

This painting is from the 1700's, as you said...

But how could it have been a portrait of a man who was with us until recently?

Perhaps it wasn't a man? -He is a man...

And he's hiding here somewhere.

I'm certain he's the killers accomplice. -Me too.

Why not the killer? -We all said we don't know him...

He can't have any interest in killing strangers.

If your theory is true the killer must be someone who knows this theatre well...

This is my point...

It must be someone who has been here before and prepared everything...

The tricks.

Me.

Or Rebecca, or Lynn, or Duncan...

All of them could enter this building.

You as well...

...and Albert. Everyone.

But Albert has a clear idea. No?

Evidently...

But I can't prove it. -Who tried to kill me then?

You stay here. -Let go of me.

Doris.

Are you here?

Help.

Let go of me.

Patrick.

You?

Who are you? Answer me.

Who are you talking to?

To him.

What are you talking about?

He was here.

I'm sure of it.

I saw him.

What are you saying? -It was the man with the guru.

He called me. He smiled at me...

You must've seen him. Right?

You saw him as well. He was there.

You had a hallucination, or you were confused, nothing else.

So...

I'm insane.

I'm insane.

Perhaps Albert is right...

I'm the killer.

Only I knew the theatre...

I prepared everything. -No one believed Albert...

No one.

But I'm scared it's true...

I don't remember anything, it's as though there are empty spaces in my mind...

I want to know what happens in those moments.

Come, Patrick. Let's go away from here...

Someone tried to kill you as soon as we came here...

And it wasn't a ghost, ghosts can't kill.

If we stay here we'll end up dead, or we'll all go crazy...

I swear...

The only person who isn't afraid is you.

What if you're wrong to have so much faith in me?

It wouldn't be so bad...

My life isn't worth much after what happened last year.

Why do you talk like that? It's absurd.

You never told me why you broke off our engagement?

But I knew...

I really cared for you.

You'll never know how much I hesitated before I called it off.

I cared for you as well. Seriously.

I always hoped I could avoid it. -Why?

Because the time has come for me to tell you something...

Your anonymous informer was your dear friend Albert...

(?)

He didn't want to lose me so he married me.

Albert.

He wanted to keep me close to him at any cost.

He hated you, and he continues to hate you.

Because he knows I can't forget you.

Him as well...

He also has a reason to kill me.

Him more than anyone else.

Because I still love you, Patrick.

Now, more than ever before.

A magnificent cardiac arrest...

My poor grandfather was eighty nine when he died.

But your brother ended up in an insane asylum.

Yes, I think so. Chronic alcoholism...

It happens in the best families.

An old noble family without an alcoholic in the wings...

...would be a travesty.

Even Patrick spent some months in a clinic when he was young...

Did you know?

Listen, doctor, if you're insinuating my father is crazy...

Then you're the crazy one. -I'm not insinuating anything...

But I'm certain Patrick was sick. -It was only nervous exhaustion...

My father is extremely lucid and rational...

His only defect is to surround himself with whores and false friends...

Everyone in the group...

It doesn't come as a surprise if one of them is a killer.

Listen here, you... -You listen to me, doctor...

We're sick of you. If you want to play Sherlock Holmes...

Then find another audience, got that?

Where's Rebecca? -Find Doris and you'll find Rebecca...

It's a simple problem.

I can't go on, Duncan...

Not tonight. I'm scared.

Why not? This is a good night for it.

But Kim and Russell are dead, someone must have killed them.

Russell killed Kim, then he killed himself.

This has nothing to do with us.

Relax. Nothing else will happen.

Stop it, Lynn. I said enough.

The killer left his calling card this time.

But it's mine.

I lost it when we came in here, I looked everywhere for it.

Or Rebecca pulled if off of you. -No...

I had nothing to do with it, I was with Patrick.

When? Do you know precisely when they were killed?

No. But why don't you believe me?

I had nothing to do with it...

You've all gone insane, I had nothing to do with it.

It wasn't her, Duncan. It wasn't any of us, don't you see?

Ghosts don't kill. -But we're in their hands.

In half an hour we'll be free. -How?

You'll see.

Help me. Don't leave me alone.

Wait.

Look.

I've been shaking for two hours, why didn't you give me them before?

You'd taken too many.

That's not enough, give me another one.

What is it, Lynn?

Nothing's happened, Patrick. It's all a kind of dream...

I've had other ones like this.

What have you taken? -Nothing.

Just some tiny pills.

What matters is that everything that's happening...

...is just a dream. No one has locked us in here.

No one is dead.

And you aren't my father.

While we're on this journey we're all as free as the air...

Right, Patrick?

Help.

Surprise. I really scared you, didn't I?

What is this all about?

What is that costume? -What is it?

It's one of the many tricks someone prepared here tonight...

I found it in the corridor, near the stage...

I wasn't the only one having fun, there was someone else who was serious.

How do we know it wasn't you?

You're the only one. -Lynn can tell you...

I've always been with her.

The man who tried to disfigure me with the cigarette was wearing it.

But it wasn't me...

If I really wanted to kill you I could've done it earlier...

Instead of dancing around you like an Indian.

My God...

I felt so scared. -He's a fool...

A drunk and a junkie.

But I don't think he's the killer...

The solution to what's happening here isn't in any of us...

It's in the words of the man with the guru...

They aren't meaningless words...

They're an account of everything that's happened here in this building...

Now I remember what the servicemen said when I was a boy...

...and they thought I didn't understand.

They said that one of my ancestors, many centuries ago...

...was a prince. A (?)

They said...

...he knew his men wanted to kill him for one reason or another.

So he threw a party in his home...

Here.

He killed them all, one by one...

No one knows what happened that night...

But a curse fell upon my family...

Every hundred years, on the same day...

The same events occur, exactly the same as before...

It's just a legend, Patrick.

Don't you see it's happening all over again?

My God...

I look dead as well.

Patrick.

What are you doing?

Take off that costume.

You're scaring me, don't look at me like that.

I didn't want to.

Lynn.

It was me.

I killed all of them.

I don't know how, I didn't know what I was doing.

I didn't even remember afterwards.

Help me, Lynn. Help me.

I didn't kill them, it was the man with the guru.

He guided my hand.

Believe me.

Only you can save me.

This time it's done.

We were lucky the beam didn't hit him the first time round.

He used this opportunity to bump off all the others...

So there aren't even any witnesses.

We'll inherit everything and we're free to do what we want.

Not yet, we're still locked in and the doors are closed.

Don't you think I haven't thought of that?

I broke the lock...

Just a push and...

It's not possible...

it's a curse, it's a curse.

Let me out of here. -Shut up.

Let's go back. I'm scared here, Duncan.

To fall into that damned trap in the theatre?

We're going underground.

So, every hundred years, he killed them all one by one...

Saving only his daughter, because he loved her...

But not as a father, as a lover...

I don't want to die.

Subtitled by Theodore Roosevelt April 2009