All language subtitles for The.Caller.1987.1080p

(footsteps patter)
(insects chirp)

(owl hoots)

(man breathes heavily)

(grunts)
(loud bang)

(ominous music)

(door squeaks)

(paper bag crumples)

(keys jangle)

(engine rumbles)

(ominous music)

(gas cap clacks)

(Pump whirs)

- Hello?

Anyone around?

I'm kind of in a hurry.

(ominous music)

Money's on the pump.

Nice talking to ya.

Catch you later.

(cap clacks)

(car door closes)

(engine rumbles)

(footsteps tap)

(birds chirp)
(ominous music)

Hello?

Is anybody here?

(ominous music)

(gasps)

(engine rumbles)
(ominous music)

(door closes)

(keys jangle)

(gentle music)
(birds chirp)

(ominous music)
(door closes)

(stationary bike clatters)

(panting)

(footsteps patter)

(ominous music)
(lightning strikes)

(ominous music)

(footsteps patter)
(ominous music)

(footsteps patter)

(flies buzz)

(gentle music)

(scissors scrape)

(ominous music)

(footsteps patter)

(water sprays)

(ominous music)

(footsteps patter)

(stick snaps)

Who's there?

(ominous music)

(footstep patters)

(dial pad clicks)

(sighs)

I wanna speak to
Alison, Alison Bernet.

This is her mother.

I'll wait.

(thunder rumbles)

Alison, are you all right?

(sighs) I got scared.

I had to call.

I don't know.

Just a feeling.

Well of course I worry
about my only daughter.

You know us mothers.

What cranky, fusspots we are.

Are you eating
three meals a day?

Are they treating you
like a human being?

A little girl who's...

I know, there I go again.

Bad habit.

You're fine.

I'm fine.

Well, I'm standing here
dripping onto the rug.

I just got out of the shower.

The "Creature from
the Black Lagoon"

getting ready for supper.

It's gonna be really
fine this time.

You'll see, Alison.

You're gonna be proud of Mommy.

Of what Mommy's going to do.

Be a good girl.

And say your prayers.

Remember, I love you.

(thunder rumbles)

Bye, sweetie.

(gentle music)

(wind whistles)

(footsteps shuffle)
(ominous music)

(door knob clatters)

(water boils)

(pot clacks)

(ominous music)

(glass clinks)

Damn!

(suspenseful music)

(glass clacks)

(iron scrapes)

(ominous music)

(footsteps tap)

(keys jangle)

(gasps)

(sighs)

Oh, not again!

(footsteps tap)
(ominous music)

(door knob clatters)

(ominous music)

(water runs)

(footsteps tap)

(knocks on door)

(ominous music)

Oh, at last.

Coming!

(knocks on door)

Everything's ready for you.

(water bubbles)

Hi, there, I...

(wind whistles)

- Hi, there.

Hi, I'm sorry if
I frightened you.

- You didn't frighten me.

- Well you didn't
answer right away.

- Ah, I was in the kitchen.

I'm expecting
company any minute.

Ah, in fact, I
thought you were him.

- Who?

- My company.

- When you didn't
answer right away,

I went around to the back.

I thought there might
be another way in.

- There's not.

I mean, I'm-

- You mean this is the only
way in that you're aware of.

(chuckles)

- Yes.

- Yeah, I thought so.

I wonder if I might
use your telephone.

My car's broken down six or
seven miles down the road

on the edge of the forest.

I'd like to call a tow truck.

- Oh, well, um.

- This is the only house
around here for miles.

Believe me, I know.

- No, you're wrong,
there are others.

- Not near, I've walked
around and around in circles.

I doubt there are many
public phone booths

standing around in the trees.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

- Um...
- Listen,

if I'm making an
unreasonable request.

- It's a reasonable request.

Of course you can use the phone.

- Thank you.

(clears throat)

Won't you come back inside?

The storm's getting closer, hmm.

You're shivering.

- (chuckles) You're not.

- I don't feel the cold.

(wind whistles)

- That's lucky, isn't it?

Especially on a night like this.

(water bubbles)

Ah, the phone's right
over there on the table.

- Thank you, I
really appreciate it.

- You're very polite.

Your mother teach you that?

- Sorry?

- [The Girl] (chuckles)
You keep apologizing.

- Oh, right.

- Mark of a good upbringing.

- Or a sheltered existence.

Suddenly thrust out in
the arena. (chuckles)

- Don't you like it?

- It takes a bit
of getting used to.

(chuckles) Maybe they
shouldn't let me out.

Running off the road into
the ditch the way I did.

(both chuckle)

- Well, anyone can blow a tire.

I've done it myself.

- Glass.

- What?

- Glass on the road.

Ran over it than backed up.

- It would have been a back
tire if you'd done that.

- What?

- Your back tire would
have blown first,

not your front tire.

- I guess I'm luck
they both didn't blow.

It's funny you knew
it was a front tire.

- Good guess.

- Yeah, wasn't it.

All right if I call?

- There you again
being so polite.

Too much of that can
make a person nervous.

Did your mother tell you that?

- No.

- What did she tell you?

- Beware of strange
young girls in the forest

asking too many questions.

- No she didn't.
- No.

- Go ahead, I said
it was all right.

- Thanks.

(dial pad clicks)

(phone clacks)

Busy.

- That was really remarkable.

- What?

- That you knew the number
without having to look it up.

- Does that bother you?

- Of course it does.

I mean, here you are out
in the middle of nowhere,

you stumble upon a
cabin in the clearing,

you pick up the receiver

and you the know
the number to dial.

You keep a list of
tow truck numbers

for all areas in your head?

- (chuckles) That's good.

- What's good?
- Your observation.

I mean, you can't be
too careful, can you?

- No, you can't.

- If it'll put
your mind at rest,

I looked up the number in my
AAA book before I left the car.

Hmm.

(phone clacks)
Let's see.

(dial pad clicks)

Yes, hello, is
this Al's Towaway?

Hi, listen, I've broken down

right on the edge of the forest.

A little side road
off Highway 41.

Yeah, I pulled over in a
ditch under some trees.

Yes, I know how late it is.

Look, AI, is this AI?

(chuckles) There is no Al?

Look, I know it's late, I'm
lucky I found a telephone.

Make it my lucky night, will ya?

Come tow me in.

I don't care what the
rate is after 1 O o'clock.

I'll pay ya double.

I'm six or seven
miles from the car.

You can pick me up at, hang on.

Where are we?

- He can't pick you up here.

- Listen, I don't wanna
impose any further

on your hospitality.

- I haven't got the
time to be entertaining.

- Well, I don't need
to be entertained.

Just let me flop down anywhere.

Been known to sit without
moving for hours at a time.

Sorry, I'm still here.

Look, just a tricky
spot of negotiation.

One more sentence,
he's gonna hang up.

I mean, he'll have to come here.

There's nowhere else
for him to go to.

Unless you drive me to the car.

- I can't do that.

- Oh right, expecting company.

- I've got a flat tire too.

- Really?
(knife scrapes)

Coke bottle?

- How did you know that?

- Oh, well just a lucky guess.

I mean, plenty of
Coke bottles about.

No spare?

- No.

Youtree Cottage.

That's the address.

He'll know.

- Hello, yeah, sorry.

Youtree Cottage, Cutter's Ridge.

Yeah, how long will it
take you to get here?

15 minutes.

15 minutes is fine.

I really appreciate it.

Yeah, bye.

(phone clacks)

(thunder rumbles)

Thank you.

- (sighs) I could
hardly refuse, could I?

- Well it's your house, you
can do whatever you like,

can't you?

- Can I?

- As far as I'm concerned.

- Thank you.

- Now you're being polite.

(chuckles) Did your
mother teach you that?

(laughs)

- Yes, she did.

As a matter of fact.

- It's funny, isn't it,
when two strangers meet.

So polite, testing each other.

We don't have to
remain strangers.

- Yes, we do.

(water bubbles)

- [The Caller] What's your name?

- (chuckles) What do
you want it to be?

- (chuckles) Names, just
convenient handles, aren't they?

I mean, you could change your
name to Tracy, Angela, Lily.

It'd Still be you, wouldn't it?

Whoever that may be.

- How did you know this
place was at Cutter's Ridge?

- There's a sign.

- It blew down last week.

- Well somebody must
have put it back up.

- Oh yeah, somebody must have.

- Listen, I think I
better wait outside.

I'm obviously disturbing you.

You're expecting company.

Probably got pots bubbling
away on the stove.

It's not fair to
disrupt your routine.

- Well, unless
you had no choice.

- Yeah.

Well I'll just hang
around on the porch,

if that's okay?

Al said 15 minutes, huh.

I appreciate the
use of the phone.

And the chat.

Thanks again.

(ominous music)

- You don't have
to wait outside.

- I'll be fine.

(lightning strikes)

- All these trees.

(ominous music)
Lightning rods.

I wouldn't want something
to happen to you.

- You don't have
to worry about me.

- I'm just a little
nervous tonight.

I don't like storms.

Really, come back in.

Please.

(ominous music)

Would you care for a drink?

- [The Caller] No, thank you.

- Isn't that customary?

(ice clinks)

Offer a stranger a drink.

Especially on a
cold, stormy night.

(fire crackles)

- I don't drink.

Thank you.

- After a six mile hike
through that forest,

I'd sure want one.

(ice clinks)

Or was it longer?

Your hike?

- Oh, about seven miles.
- I saw your T-Bird

on the side of the
road this morning.

- Really?

Well that would make me
a liar then, wouldn't it?

- So what's your explanation?

- It's easy, I don't
own a Thunderbird.

It must be some other poor jerk.

(ice clinks)

- You don't mind if I do?

- Go ahead.

How long have you lived here?

- You ask a lot of questions.

- I've always had
an inquisitive mind.

Even as a youngster.

I like to know about people.

- What do you wanna
know about me?

- Everything.

- You haven't got much time.

Do you wanna crash
course in human behavior?

- Do you live here alone?

- Oh, my friend--
- Oh, yeah, friend.

Forgot about him

He lives here too, does he?

- Part of the time.

- And when he's not here,

does the sense of
isolation get to you?

Do you feel trapped?

- I don't feel trapped anywhere.

- Well, too strong a word.

- I'll be leaving here
very soon, actually.

- Will you?

- Yes.

- Good.

Well until then,

this is a very
nice little oasis.

I like it.

- I'm so glad.

(fire crackles)
(water bubbles)

- Nice, beautiful colors.

You've gotta be careful
with tropical fish.

They're delicate.

(water sloshes)

A sudden rise in temperature,
a little too hot.

Unexpected chill.

(snaps fingers) Gone.

- My husband gave them to me.

Please leave the fish alone.

They don't like being disturbed.

- Is this your husband here?

- Yes, they're family slides.

Please, put them down.

It's no coincidence
you're here, is it?

- What do you mean?
- You've been following me.

- What are you talking about?

- This morning, in town,
coming out of the supermarket,

at the gas station.
(thunder rumbles)

- ls someone watching you?

You saw him?
- Felt him.

- You can't trust
feelings like that.

It could just be
your own paranoia.

There's somebody watching you,

I show up at your door.

Association of ideas.

That could be dangerous.

(ice cubes clink)

(bow creaks)

This is unusual.

- My husband collected them.

(cap clacks)
- Is that who

we're waiting for?

- No.
- No, I didn't think so.

Your hands are trembling.

- What?
- Your hands, trembling.

It spoils the illusion,
gives the game away.

The thing about games,
you gotta know the rules.

You've gotta play fair.

Trembling, that's
not playing fair,

that's playing on my sympathies.

- What are they?

- Depends on the person.

(ice clinks)

- It's a little cold in here.

That's why I trembled.

- It's a great fire,
should be nice and warm.

- Can't you tell?

Oh, that's right.

You don't get cold.

Or hot.

- No.

- [The Girl] Never sweat?

- Hmm?
- Do you ever sweat?

- No, I don't.

- Too bad.

Perspiration is good for you.

You should give yourself
a tough workout.

I do that every day.

- I hope it's with
somebody nice. (chuckles)

- It's a little cold in here.

I shivered, is that
all right with you?

- It's a scary kinda night.

I understand, I really
do, it's all right.

(fire crackles)

It's not me, is it?

- What?
- That's frightening you?

- I told you, I'm
not frightened.

I've had a lot of
nights like this.

I'm used to them, they
don't bother me anymore.

- Not at all?
- No.

(lightning strikes)
(gasps)

- (laughs) You are frightened.

It's all right,
thunder can't hurt you.

- But lightning can.

- Discharge of electricity
from one cloud to another.

- It can be conducted.

It can kill.

Recognize the show?

It doesn't matter.

They're all the same.

Cop shows, two guys in uniform.

One street smart, the
other's white-bread.

Sparks fly between them.

Different backgrounds,
different philosophies.

But slowly under adversity,

they're forced to work together.

Sound familiar?

Or do you work alone?

- What are you talking about?

- Like us, you and I.

- And what are we working on?

- Murder.
- What?

- Isn't that what all
criminal partners work on?

Murder?

Whether they're cops in uniforms

or private detectives.

They're all about murder.

- Yeah, I guess they are.

I wonder if that
tow truck's arrived.

- The thing about murder...

The circumstances
of murder is that

they don't have
to be complicated.

The way mystery
writers work them out,

the best murders are
always the simple ones.

- I wouldn't know.

- If you were going
to murder someone,

what's the first thing you'd do?

(lightning strikes)

- Ah, I'd guess I'd establish
the identity of the victim.

- No, you already know her.

Or his identity.

You isolate your victim.

You put him in a
set of circumstances

in which he's disoriented.

You trap him.

Then you cover your
tracks carefully.

You for instance.

Who knows you're here?

No one.

- Al the towing man.

- You're a voice on
a telephone to him.

(scoffs)

Police call on me, I
say you were never here.

- They trace the call,
it'll be recorded

at the phone company.
- I say a man was here

who's car had broken down.
(thunder rumbles)

He wanted to use my telephone.

He didn't give me his name.

He didn't believe in names.

I give the police a
different description.

I say his car was right
near my front porch.

He got it going with
my help and drove off.

- And where do the
police find me?

- They don't.

You're chopped up.

Little pieces scattered
to the forest animals.

How do you like it so far?

- It's good.

But what about the motive?

You don't even know me.

- I could be someone
out of your past.

A name you've forgotten.

A sister of a lover you jilted,

who hung herself one
lonely night in her room.

(laughs)

The daughter of a man you
cheated out of his business.

The wife of a man you
killed on the highway

and you never stopped.

- And I just happened
to find this house,

you house, in the
middle of Nowhere Land,

and you just happen to
be the lady of the house

who's waiting to do me in.

I don't think anybody
would buy that.

- That's right.

I'd be safe and you'd be dead.

The circumstances
would be just right.

- (scoffs) Too far fetched,

even for one of your cop shows.

- What if the real
circumstances were different?

Like your car breaking down.

Does that happen to you often?

- [The Caller] Like anyone else.

- I fixed your
car to break down.

That's how I know it
was the Thunderbird.

- That's too far
away from the house.

- You got here.

- I could have gone
in another direction.

(lightning strikes)

- There's only one path
through the forest.

All my lights were on.

Beckoning you through the trees.

(ominous music)

You arrive and check me
out through the windows.

I'm taking a shower.

I'm naked.

Vulnerable.

I don't see you at my window

or I'd cover myself
up, wouldn't I?

Natural modesty.

You feel confident.

You knock on the
door, I open it.

I'm surprised to see you.

You ask if you can
use the telephone.

You come into the warm.

Away from the night.

Away from the storm.

Feeling safe.

Feeling good.

Perhaps even a little
attracted to me.

(lightning strikes)

- And then?

- And then I kill you.

(gasps)

- You know what happens then?

- Tell me.

- She can't go through with it.

- She's prepared it for weeks.

Perhaps even months.

She's ready for this moment.

- You see, our murderess
made one basic mistake.

She let herself get too close.

In her moment of triumph,

she told him too much.

(dramatic music)
(gasps)

(glass clinks)

(groans)

She took a calculated
risk and it failed.

- And then?

(shrieks)

Then the victim turned
on his would be killer

and choked the very
life out out of her.

- Please don't!

- Is she sorry she's been
playing silly games with him?

- Ow, God, please!

- In that moment
it's all for real.

And there won't be anymore games

for wifey to play on strangers

who come in from the night

because suddenly
the girl becomes

very, very dead.
(lightning strikes)

(gasps)

(coughs)

You wanna theorize more
on murder and death,

I've got five more minutes.

(knife clinks)
(The Girl coughs)

(bottle scrapes)

(breathes heavily)
(liquor pours)

You scared the hell
out of me, girl.

(The Girl coughs)

Oh, you've spilled your drink.

Here.

Is this him, is it?

The one we're waiting for?

- Give me that.

- Good looking bloke.

But not your husband.

Your husband's dead, isn't he?

(sighs)

- How could you
possibly know that?

- Faithful, that's
the way I read you.

You wouldn't be
waiting for a lover

with your husband
still in the picture.

- I could be divorced.

- (chuckles) Most
divorces I know

don't still wear
their wedding rings.

- Good deduction.

- Not bad, huh? (chuckles)

Was it an accident?

- My husband died in the war.

- Oh yes, of course, the war.

Violent death then, was it?

- It must have been.

- You weren't there?

- Of course I wasn't there.

- Well a lot of young women
in the war, but not you?

- I couldn't go.

I had to look after my daughter.

- At a party tonight, is she?

- She's away from home.

- Staying with friends?

- With people her own age.

- (chuckles) Rug rats.

I've always loved
that expression.

Conjures up just the
right picture, doesn't it?

Little rats crawling
around the floor.

(chuckles)

- I don't look at
children that way!

- Does she really exist?

I looked in her bedroom.

- When?

- When I was trying
to find a way in.

Through the window.

Teddy bears, dolls,
all dismembered.

Did she get a kick out of that?

Nice personality she must have.

I saw a hat box.

Odd, that.

I mean, most little
girls don't wear hats.

Except at Easter time.

- It's none of your business.

- So naturally, I believe,

there's a little
girl in the house.

But you know what I really saw?

A big girl, and you were right,

naked, vulnerable.

Beautiful.

- Is that why you
knocked on the door?

Is that why you
came into the house?

- How did Alison take the
news of her father's death?

- How did you know her name?

- Point to you.

- Thanks.

- I have an answer,
picture in her room,

needlepoint on the wall,
"To Mommy, Love Alison."

- It's dark in that room.

- I have good eyesight.

- Huh, you're really remarkable.

(chuckles)

(lighter clicks)

You have an unusual accent.

I've been trying to place it.

- London.
- London, really?

Oh, I wouldn't
have thought that.

- Why's that?
Thick pea soup fog.

Isn't that the way
London's always thought of?

Narrow cobble streets.

Carriage wheels clicking by.

Long bladed knife, glinting
out of the darkness.

Jack the Ripper claiming
yet another victim.

Slicing her throat with one
easy, graceful movement.

Who else should come
out of the night?

(gentle music)

- Do you want one?

- No thanks.

- Slowly whittling
down your vices.

You don't drink,
you don't smoke.

I hope you have a nice
girlfriend somewhere.

- Oh yes, I do.

She's very beautiful.

- Maybe you should call her

and tell her that
you're all right.

- She knows.

What's in here?

Ooh! (sighs)

Heart pounding
there for a minute.

I thought someone was
gonna jump out at me.

Your lover with an ax.

Mm, you have set dinner for two.

- I told you.

- You're expecting him
to arrive any minute.

But if you weren't
expecting your lover,

here's a nice dining
table set for two.

And here I am arriving
out of the night.

Just like you were expecting me.

(silverware clinks)

(silverware clinks)

Oh, this is a nice warm room.

(water boils)

Pots bubbling away on the stove.

- Look, I've tried to be as-

- Kind as possible.

Entertaining.

Even a spot of high drama,
a knife at the throat.

Are you sure you
want me to leave?

(ominous music)

- Your 15 minutes are up.

- I'll wait outside then.

(lightning strikes)

(lightning strikes)

(ominous music)

- If he doesn't come soon,
you can use the phone again.

- Thank you very much.

- No more questions.

- No more questions for tonight.

Anyway, you have all
the answers, don't you?

- If I had all the answers,
I wouldn't be here.

Good night.
- You better lock up.

You never know what might
come out of the night.

It may not be someone
as easy going as me.

You know what I mean?

Good night.

(ominous music)

(chain lock jangles)

(water bubbles)

(ominous music)
(gasps)

(barrel clanks)
(water splashes)

(suspenseful music)

(gun clacks)

(cartridge clicks)

- Bullets.

I have no bullets.

(ominous music)

(bullets clink)

(engine roars)

(gasps)

(tires screech)

- What's the matter with you?

You stepped right
out in front of me.

- Is that how you drive?

No wonder you wrecked your car.

Pick up any bodies
along the way?

- I'm sorry, I was
driving too fast.

Mind elsewhere, I must
have been thinking of you.

Here, I'll help you
back to the car.

- I can manage.

(sighs)

Good looking machine.

- Yeah, Al's Towaway.

- This is a loner?

(chuckles)

- All he had available.

You must have spilled
something sticky.

I wonder what it is?

- I wouldn't know.

- Then who would?

It's your car.

- Yes, it is.

Funny thing, there are plenty
of cars parked around here

but you knew mine.

- I saw it at the cabin.

- [The Girl] It
was in the garage.

- Well, I must have seen it

through the door
from the kitchen.

- That door was closed.

- Really?

Point to you.

I thought you had a flat.

How did you get here?

- I'm not helpless.

I can change a tire.

- You told me you had no spare.

- I took the tire off
that wrecked T-Bird.

- What?
- Last night.

I took a hike through the woods.

Found the T-bird,
took the wheel off.

- I like that, I really do.

You know, you must
get tired driving

this old bone crusher.

Fancy a ride?

(dramatic music)

(engine revs)

Handles like a
dream, doesn't she?

- [The Girl] Slow down!

(engine revs)

(tires screech)

(screams)

(tires screech)

You're not gonna make it!
- Watch your hands!

- Look out!

(engine revs)

(The Girl screams)

(tires scrape)

- Oh, you should
see your face, girl.

Quite a picture. (chuckles)

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo.

(laughs)

(The Girl breathes heavily)

(hawk shrieks)

(wind whistles)

- I've never been
up this high before.

- Oh!
(gasps)

(The Caller laughs)
(rocks patter)

Don't get too near the edge.

We don't want any accidents.

It could be tragic.

- Yes, that would be tragic.

(chuckles)

- Come on, I wanna take
your photograph by the car.

Come on.

- What?
- Come on, I wanna take

your photograph.

Right here.

Stand by the door.

Okay?

That's good, now look over here.

That's nice, okay, say cheese.

(shutter clicks)

- Cheese.

- Okay, look over here.

What's the matter, are
you going to a funeral?

(chuckles) Come on, one more.

Here.

(shutter clicks)

Perfect.

- Now you.

- Uh-uh.

- Give me the camera.

- No, no, no, no.
- Let me take

your photograph.
- No, no, I don't-

- Come on.
- I don't take

a good photograph.
- Come on,

I'm good at this.

Over here, there's a good spot.

- I don't know.

- Right here.

- Okay, whoa!

All right.

- Okay, now smile
for the camera.

(shutter clicks)
Oh, come on now,

relax, relax.

Now look this way, I need
you to face this way.

That's it that's it.

(shutter clicks)

What's the matter?

Haven't you ever had your
picture taken before?

(wind whistles)

Good, good.

(shutter clicks)
Good.

Terrific.
(shutter clicks)

Terrific.
- That's enough.

Okay, that's enough,
that's enough.

- I just wanted a
few to remind myself.

- In case you forget me?

- Oh, I'll never forget
you as long as I live.

I mean, you're one
hell of a driver.

Who could ever forget that ride.

- Time for you to go home.

(hawk shrieks)

- You're the chauffeur.

Thanks for the spin.

(dramatic music)
(camera clicks)

(engine rumbles)

(engine revs)

(footsteps patter)
(ominous music)

(door knob clatters)
(thunder rumbles)

(liquid drips)

Oh my God.

That's where it is.

(slides clattering)

(slides clattering)

(suspenseful music)

(slides clattering)

(ominous music)

So you just let yourself in?

Just like you were invited.

- I wanted to see the photos.

How did they turn out?

- Just the way I wanted.

(slides clatter)

(slides clatter)

These are my memories.

You have no right to
help your self to them.

- True, I can't touch memories.

But what good are they?

The past is over, the future,

that's what you should
be thinking about.

(slide clatters)

I lam.

(lightning strikes)

- I just wanted to make
sure you were in good nick,

as they say down the
old Portobello Raod.

You look a little green
after our ride this morning.

- Tell me about London.

Portobello Road.

When were you there?

- [The Caller] Some time ago.

- I think it's the most
beautiful city in the world.

All that history piled in
on those modern skyscrapers.

The old and the new coexisting.

That's not easy.

Know what I mean?

- (chuckles) Sure.

- I remember walking
down Piccadilly

with Green Park on your left.

Then Soho will be on your right

when you reach the Circus.

With the Houses of
Parliament standing there

regally on the river.

And then you turn one half step,

and there's the Coca Cola
sign in Piccadilly Circus,

blazing red.

(The Caller chuckles)

The old and the new.

- I know what you mean.

- You're a liar.

- Why do you say that?

- You've never been to
London in your life.

If you walked down Piccadilly,

Green Park is on your right,

but Soho will be on your left.

You'd have to walk
down Whitehall

to see the Houses of Parliament.

And you would have corrected
me about that Coca Cola sign

because they took
it down years ago.

- I see.

So you've been to
London, have you?

- So you're not British.

And you didn't breakdown
on the edge of the forest,

and you're a liar.

What else are you?

- Maybe I'm a cop.

Maybe that's why I'm here.

- Give me a break.

- You don't know that I'm not.

- Where's your badge and ID?

- Oh, come on now.

I wouldn't be carrying
that, would I?

Not if I'm working undercover.

- At what precinct?

Or is it the sheriff's station?

Why don't we just go
and give them a call?

- It wouldn't prove a thing.

Why don't you just listen to me?

(thunder rumbles)

Maybe I know more about
you than you realize.

About your dead husband.

The one who's supposed
to have died in the war.

You've got proof
of that, have you?

- Of course!

I asked for his body
to be shipped home

so I can hang it in the closet.

- A letter from the authorities.

A few kind words.

"Dear Mrs. So and So, it's
about your husband Bill."

- I've never told you his name.

- Well, I must have seen it
somewhere around the house.

"To my Dearest Wife, Love Bill."

Something like that.

- I saw his body.

- You did.

Lifeless eyes staring up at you.

Skin cold to the touch.

How could you do that?

- I had to be sure.

Don't go in there.

- What are you
afraid I might see?

Huh, the boyfriend!

Is he coming over tonight?

- Yes he is and
you'll have to leave.

- Use your bathroom before I go?

Even cops with no evidence
have to go sometimes.

Except tele cops, they've
got bladders made of steel.

(chuckles) Down the hall?

(ominous music)

(lightning strikes)

(door closes)

(lightning strikes)

(ax clinks)

(suspenseful music)

- Put it down.

- Whatever's in
here, it's leaking.

- I said put it down now!

(lightning strikes)
- I never heard

of a hat leaking.

You know what I think?

I think you haven't got
a hat in here at all.

Something else.

Something that goes under a hat?

- I said put it down.

- Gently, we don't wanna disturb

what's in here, do we?

Hmm, it's hard to
tell what it is.

- Get out of here.

- What's so special
about this room?

- It's my daughter's room.

- There hasn't been
a little girl in here

for a long time.

You can feel it when a
room's not been lived in.

It's cold, unfriendly.

Putting out little broken
dolls won't change that.

It just makes it sad.

All this makeup.

It's a bit too much
for a little girl of...

How old did you say she was?

Nine, 10?

(makeup clatters)

I don't know of it, myself.

Painting their little faces.

- Get away from there.

- Why, what's in here?

Usual junk in a
little girl's closet?

Broken bits of this and that?

Games, puzzles?

Maybe a doll's house.

- It doesn't matter
what's in there.

What are you doing in this room?

- Took a wrong turn and
found myself in Wonderland.

But no little Alice.

No little Alison, either.

(ominous music)

But I do feel her presence.

Her tears.

Mourning the murder
of her daddy.

- I said-
- It's all murder, isn't it?

Wartime, peacetime.

Poor sad Alison.

(yelps)

(lightning strikes)

People always keep them in
the same places, don't they?

You might as well
keep it in the door.

Evidence, not hard to find
when you have the key.

(ominous music)

- No!

You are not allowed in there!

- The thing about
looking for evidence,

you're never quite sure
what you're gonna find.

(screams)

(panting)

Well now, someone's
idea of a joke?

Not yours, I hope.

- No!

- Well you're the only one here.

- You're here.

- Oh, I did this, did I?

When?
- Before I got in here.

- Oh right.

Yeah, I found the doll,
unlocked the closet door,

strangled it, locked
the door again

and waited for you to arrive.

Do me a favor.

You knew there was
something in that closet.

You didn't want me
to open the door.

Did you?

So if it wasn't you, who was it?

Not your husband, long dead.

Your lover then?

He must be lots of
laughs at parties.

- He didn't do it.

- No, I don't suspect he did.

And the genuine item,
the little girl herself,

where is she tonight?

Do you know what I think?

Your daughter's never
coming back to this room.

- Get out!

(footsteps tap)

(ominous music)

(gasps)

- I thought I'd take
a look in your closet.

See if I could find anything.

But I didn't.

- Please.

- Oh, oh, I'm sorry
if I frightened you.

You left these out
on the dresser.

You shouldn't leave
them open like that.

It's dangerous.

- Yes.
(scissors click)

- It's all right.

(Whimpers)

You've had a bad scare.

That doll.

- I didn't do it.

- I believe you, I do.

You're safe.

Nothing's gonna happen tonight.

- Don't leave me.

I don't want you to leave me.

You have to stay.

- You, you want me to stay?

- Yes.

Please.

(gentle music)

- What do you want me to do?

- Hold me.

Just hold me.

- That's why you took the
ride with me, wasn't it?

- Yes.

- You left the back
door open this time.

- Yes.

- You wanted me to
come back tonight.

- Yes.

- Say it.

You wanted me to be here.

- I wanted you to be here.

- And tomorrow night.

- And tomorrow night.

(gentle music)

Use them.

(scissors click)

(button patters)

(scissors click)

(button patters)

(scissors click)

(button patters)

(gentle music continues)

(scissors clack)

(ominous music)

Oh, come on.

This is what you wanted.

This is why you're here.

(moans)

Come, come on.

(The Girl groans)

- I can't.

(breathes heavily)

I can't do it.

- It's all right.

I understand.

I really do.

(ominous music)

(footsteps patter)
(lightning strikes)

(trap clacks)

(ominous music continues)

(lightning strikes)

(suspenseful music)

(lightning strikes)

(fire roars)

(screams)

(gasps)

(The Girl screams)

Oh, God!

(gasps)

(door bangs)

(dramatic music continues)

(coughs)

(extinguisher sprays)

(fire crackles)

(wheezes)

- Everything's under control.

(wheezes and coughs)

(gasps)
It's all right.

- You came back.

- I saw the lightning
hit the roof.

- The fire!
- It's all right.

It's all right.

It's out.

(breathes heavily)

Oh, don't worry
about me, I mean.

I'm all right, if that's
what you were gonna ask.

- You saved my life.

- I couldn't very
well let you burn up,

now could I?

- You saved my life

- I had no choice.

- No.

You're limping.

- Yeah, dangerous out there.

Bear traps lying
around in the trees.

Oh!

Is that how you do it?

Wait for some poor
unsuspecting guy to step in it?

Gash his leg, come limping
up to the house for help.

Of course the lady of the
house is very sympathetic.

"Here, let me
bandage that for you.

Actually, I've set
the table for two.

It looks like my boyfriend
isn't gonna make it tonight.

Would you care to join me?"

"After dinner, I can
hang you in the closet."

Gonna stab me with
that, were you?

After I went through all the
trouble to save your life.

After we made love.

- We didn't make love.

- Better let go.

(scissors clatter)

Get dressed.

(door closes)

- You're gonna die,
you son of a bitch.

(dramatic music)

(ax scrapes)

(ax whacks)
Get out!

Get out!

(grunts)

Get away from there!

Stay away!

(ax clinks)
(cake splats)

(gasps)

No!

Oh, no.

No.

No.

Oh, what happened to it?

- You planned it
all, didn't you?

Your husband didn't
die in the war.

You topped him, stabbed
him with those scissors.

And there's your boyfriend,

the man who's coming to dinner.

Except he never makes it

because you chopped his
head off in the woods!

- No!

- Your daughter's dead!

- No, it's not true!

- You killed her,
dismembered her,

scattered the pieces!

- No!

No, she's alive!

I talked to her last
night on the telephone!

(Sobs)

- Wanna call the police?

Ask for me at the
sheriff station.

(phone clacks)
Go ahead.

Pick up the phone.

Pick it up!

- It's dead.

(phone clatters)

(phone clacks)

- Well now, look at
the state of this.

So you dial a dead phone

and you talk to a dead daughter.

- No!

You did that.

- Oh, I stripped away
the phone wire, did I?

Just like I hung the doll
in your daughter's closet,

like I started the
fire in the garage?

- What about Al's
Towing Service?

Who did you talk to last night

if this phone line's been
dead for such a long time?

- (laughs) You caught
me on that one.

Point to you.

- That's right.

(ax scrapes)

You tore that out of the wall

after I talked to Alison

and before you
supposedly talked to Al.

- Another point to you.

You're really wracking them
up tonight, aren't you?

(ominous music)

(ax clinks)

(water boils)

(dramatic music)
(pot clacks)

(water boils)

(crossbow fires)
(gasps)

(ominous music)

- You could have killed me.

- Only if I'd wanted to.

(ominous music)

Good night.

(gentle music)

(hand thuds)
(groans)

(Pants)

- Four minutes, two seconds.

- Pretty fast time.

- I can do better.

- [The Caller] For what?

Who's gonna know how
fast you just ran?

- I'll know.

- (chuckles) You're gonna
give yourself a heart attack.

You look beautiful running.

Fluid motion.

I didn't know you could do that.

Very impressive.

- Stop watching me.

Stop following me.

Leave me alone.

- If I do that how are you
gonna make anymore points?

- No more points.

No more games.

- I see, dictating the
terms now, are you?

- It's just a warning.

- Really?

I'd like to hear it.

- If I see you again,

I'll kill you.

(suspenseful music)
(chair creaks)

(window scrapes)

(chair creaks)

Don't be late.

Not tonight.

(chair creaks)

(ominous music)

(chair creaks)

- Celebration time.

You did awfully well.

I'm really proud of you.

- Thank you.

- Won't you come on back inside?

Have a glass of Champagne?

(glasses clink)

Good photos, clever, ah?

- I thought you'd appreciate it.

(glasses clink)

(cork pops)

(sighs)

Sorry.

I must have broken it.

- Like you broke the
other dolls in her room.

Cut their heads off,
pulled their limbs out.

Like the doll you left in the
glove compartment of your car.

Very careless.

(bottle thuds)
(ice sloshes)

You found that.

Good.

- First point to me.

It proved you'd
been in the house.

In Alison's room.

That's not in the rules.

We agreed on that.

You can't change the
rules anytime you want.

Not without consulting me.

- Well, we're getting very
important all of a sudden.

- I am important.

I'll tell you why you
went into Alison's room.

Secrets, you wanted
to know my secrets.

I've been getting
on your nerves.

(glasses clink)

- (chuckles) You know
that's not possible.

- No?
- Let me tell you something.

I give you privileges
and you abuse them.

I let you go out of the house

so you can have a nice stroll.

You steal the tire off my car.

Not in the rules.

- It's in my rules.

You didn't expect
to play by those.

- Well, you're grounded.

- Fine.

I don't need the car anymore.

- (chuckles) That's
right, you can run.

Oh, how you can run.

Just a little bit too desperate
for those last few seconds.

- I'll make it.

- Well you're not gonna
get the chance, are you?

- Are you sure of that?

- (scoffs) Of course I'm sure.

- Arrogance.

You hear that emotion
in your voice?

Like you can't do
any of it wrong.

But you made mistakes.

Oh, how you made mistakes.

Everything I offered
you on that first night,

I would have offered
any human being

coming in out of the storm.

But you couldn't accept.

- Points to you, you've
made these points before.

- But I made new ones, didn't I?

I caught you on that tow truck.

You could have looked
it up in the AAA book.

But then you said this
place was at Cutter's Ridge,

which you could have never known

because that sign did blow down.

- Come on, I counted that.

Somebody could have
put it back up.

- There isn't anybody
to put it back up.

More points to me.

Did you ever wonder
how I drove into town

after you had stolen my keys?

(keys jangle)

I have a spare set.

Secrets, my secrets.

You knew my Land
Rover in town, how?

Then there was your
phony British accent.

Dangerous because there's no way

you ever could have
been to England.

- All right, that was good.

- All points to me.

You're bored with this game.

You need some new excitement.

You look at the television,

see a cop show and
decide to become a cop.

Investigating the
murder of my husband.

- It sure was fun being a cop.

- But I proved your
entire identity was a lie.

You couldn't even build up
a convincing murder case.

- The evidence did
point to the fact

you could have killed both
your husband and your lover.

- But not Alison.

Not my daughter.

You knew that couldn't be true.

- Psychopaths aren't
discriminating.

You should have
watched yourself, girl.

You looked pretty schizo to me.

- Try being locked up
somewhere for two years.

See how it modifies
your behavior.

Oh, I forgot, that wouldn't
do anything to you.

Or would it?

You creep into my
little girl's room,

strangle one of her dolls

and hide it in the
closet for me to find.

Pretty schizo.

- I found it.

- You made sure I was
in the room first.

You wanted me to know there
was something in that closet.

You wanted me to think
for just one awful moment

that that was my baby
girl hanging in there.

Get the picture?

A little madness creeping
into your psyche.

That was spiteful, vindictive.

Dark-sided emotions beginning
to guide your every move.

(gasps)

- Oh, you jumped.

I love it when you jump.

I like observing emotions.

- Sure, I'm scared.

But that's part of the game.

That's what you bank on.

But I reached out
to you in my fear

and you couldn't do
anything about it.

A real man could
have made love to me.

- Shut up!

- How many points
for humiliation?

- Look, if it was up to
me I'd take points away

from you for that little stunt.

- How many?

- All right, you did well.

10.

Wait a minute.

I saved your life last night.

(The Girl chuckles)

- You don't give a
damn about my life.

You'd just be in
a lot of trouble

if your prized guinea
pig died on you.

- Oh, she's not gonna do that.

She's gonna play the game
for a long, long time.

(glasses clink)

Let's have a toast.

To the little victories
you've won along the way.

(glasses clink)

- Oh, but little victories
add up, don't they?

(sighs)

What have we got
so far, 30 points?

How much for the photos?

- 10, I told you.

Clever.

- How did you get
in here tonight?

- Well does that matter?

- Of course it matters.

Every door and window was
locked except Alison's window.

You opened my daughter's window.

- So what?

You opened her window
that first night yourself.

- It doesn't matter
if I opened it.

You have to be the one to do it

and tonight you did.

All right, 10 for the photos.

How much for Alison's
window being opened by you?

- Let's call it nine.

- That leaves just-
- One more point

and you'll be at 50.

The magic number.

It's a biggie, isn't it?

- Tell me.

- You really thought you
had it made this time.

It's a good photo of you.

I'm sorry, I, I found
this by your lover's body.

- No.

- Now perhaps it was
a mistake to have him

live here for five days a month.

He tried to escape.

You can't escape
unless you're prepared.

Now he's dead.

- I don't believe you.

- Look in the refrigerator.

- What?

- Top shelf.

(ominous music)

I brought you a
souvenir to go along

with your little
bag of memories.

- What are you...

- Open the refrigerator door.

(suspenseful music)

(gasps)

(gasps)

(ominous music)

I borrowed your
ax a few days ago.

- You didn't have
to sever his hand.

- It makes no difference to him.

I just thought it would
keep better in there

until I could give you his ring.

(hand thuds)

(fridge door closes)

- [The Girl] Tell me...

- What?
- The last point!

What's the last point?

- You really don't know?

(Whimpers)

Getting passed me, that's all.

(breathes heavily)

- Come on.

You're not gonna
fire that thing.

It's over, girl.

Next week you can try again.

- No next week, no next
month, no next year!

I'm getting out of here tonight.

- Give me the crossbow.

- I'll fire.

- Well it won't have any effect.

You know that.

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

Give it to me.

(crossbow fires)
(groans)

(electricity zaps)
(screams)

No, no!

(screams)
(sparks zap)

(sparks zap)
(screams)

(Sparks zap)
(groans)

(screams)
(sparks zap)

(gasps and chokes)
(sparks zap)

- How many other
people are left?

(gasps)

- Thousands.

- And their children?

Alison?

(gasps and groans)

- They're all safe.

Part of the experiment.

Separate the families. (gasps)

Observe the parents.

(gasps) Retrain the children.

- How far is the
children's compound?

(groans)

- Six miles.

(groans)

(The Girl gasps)

(hisses and shrieks)

You'll never make it!

The force field!

- It goes off, it goes off.

Now that I've won.

- It goes back on. (wheezes)

- I know how much time I've got.

(Pants)

(hand whirs)
(whimpers)

(Pants)

(hand whirs)
(whimpers)

- You will never escape.

(wheezes)

- Yes, I will.

One by one, we'll all escape.

(gasps)

- They'll kill you.

(groans)

- You think so?

(The Caller gasps)

Too bad you won't
be around to watch.

(wheezes)

So long, pal.

(dramatic music)

(mechanical parts whir)

(panting)
(dramatic music continues)

- [Alison] Mommy, help!

Mommy, over here!

- No!
- Mommy!

- No, she's not there!

I'm gonna continue on.

Give her to me!
- Mommy!

Mommy, help!

(panting)

(mysterious music)

Mommy!

- No!
(dramatic music)

- [Alison] Over here, Mommy!

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!

- Alison!

- [Alison] Mommy!

Mommy, Mommy, I'm scared!

(grunts)
Mommy!

I love you, Mommy!

Do something, Mommy, come on!

Mommy, Mommy!

Mommy!

(Pants)

- Hello, girl.

(Whimpers)

- No!

You bastard.

(sobs) How many...

How many have you...

- Callers?

As many as they need.

(The Girl sobs)

I think you'll find
the Mach 2 version

to be a vast improvement.

- But it's not fair!

I won!

- You did.

Brilliantly executed.

You ran beyond the force
field in under four minutes.

Your human feelings
betrayed you.

(Sobs)

What a pity you came back.

We never considered that
he could have feelings.

You really worked
him over, didn't you?

I won't be making
the same mistakes.

(Sobs)

Come on, girl.

Let me take you back
to the beginning.

- I can't.

- Think of the new challenges.

Here we are together.

The new team.

(Sobs)

I think you can do it this time.

I really do.

- [The Girl] I can't.

(ominous music)

I can't.

- Sheriff's department, ma'am.

There's some questions
I'd like to ask you

about your late husband.

May I come in?

- Oh, please.

I've been expecting you.

(Creepy music)