All language subtitles for The.Creeping.Flesh.1973.720p.BluRay.ENG

Come in.

A gentleman to see you, professor.

You have come to help me?

Sit down. Sit down.

I must talk to somebody.
Nobody will listen to me.

- I must have help with my researches.
- Of course.

Even now it may be too late.
Too late. Do you understand?

There is so much to do.

I must have a qualified doctor
to assist me.

You are a qualified doctor?
I asked for a qualified doctor.

Yes, of course.

My work is of the utmost importance...

for the survival of the human race.

Do you believe in evil, doctor?

I do not mean evil
as it is commonly understood.

I mean the existence of evil
as a living organism...

as a plague, a disease, which infects
humanity like cholera or typhoid...

an epidemic slowly spreading
until it affects the whole world.

Evil is a disease...

a disease which can be prevented
or cured like many others.

Come. Come. I will show you.

These.

Here.

Now, you are looking
at the very essence of evil itself.

The isolated bacillus
of the most deadly plague of all.

But you see. You see
with your own eyes. They all see.

Yet nobody believes. You must believe me.

I alone have looked
into the face of evil.

I alone possess the knowledge
of how to combat this terrible force...

which I stand guilty
of unleashing upon the world...

3000 years ahead of its appointed time.

Some people even say that I am mad.

Everything is here.

Everything is documented.

I am a scientist, not a madman.

Three years ago I had just returned
from New Guinea...

where I'd been searching
for the remains of primitive man.

I brought back what I thought would be...

the most sensational
scientific discovery of the century.

The complete skeleton
of a primitive man...

which would revolutionize our ideas
of the origin of our species.

- Right. Start to unload.
- Right.

Emily!

- Emily!
- Yes, miss.

Emily, it's Father. He's back.

- Welcome home, Father.
- Penelope, my dear, dear child.

Oh, how good to see you again.
Let me look at my little girl.

Yes, I do declare.
I do declare you've grown taller.

Oh, it's good to see you again, so
very good. And so good to be home.

Everything the same. Why, even to Martha.

- Martha, how are you?
- It's Emily, Father.

Emily? Oh, yes, yes, yes, of course.

How stupid of me. Emily, nice to see you.

- Welcome home, sir.
- Thank you. It's Emily, yes.

Waterlow, my old friend.

Welcome home, professor. And well-timed.

I'm just concluding the final experiment
you suggested in your last letter.

Good, good. We have a lot to talk about.
And much, much to do.

Be careful, please! That way.

Waterlow, take them through
to the laboratory, will you?

Now take care. Whatever you do,
don't stand it upright.

- Keep it horizontal. It's very delicate.
- Horizontal it is.

Excuse me, dear. I must just check
that this specimen...

has survived the journey intact.

Careful.

By the way, what did happen
to Martha and the other servants?

I'll explain it all at breakfast.
You will be taking breakfast with me?

Why, yes, yes, of course.
We also have a lot to talk about.

Give me just a few minutes
and I'll be with you.

Yes.

Can you get around it? Put it over there.

- Don't hit the table with the experiments.
- I won't.

- Right. Over there.
- All right.

- Right.
- Let me just clear the things off the top.

There we are.

- The auger must be worth a few...
- Waterlow, I've done it.

I've found it. This is it, my friend.
This will change everything.

We'll have university fellowships.
We'll write books.

Might even win the Richter Prize.

Richter Prize. 10,000 pounds.
Why, we can have a better laboratory...

new equipment.
I could double your salary.

And it's not only us who will benefit,
but the whole world.

All right. Thank you very much, sir.
Good morning.

Come on.

Old skinflint.

Him and his "Riggler" prize.

10,000 pounds.

Just a moment.

Bless you. Thank you, miss.

Excuse me, miss.

- Will your father be taking breakfast?
- Oh, I do hope so, Emily.

We have so much to discuss.

This advanced scientific research is to
a point I'd never have credited before.

But when he goes to the laboratory,
it will take more than breakfast...

with his daughter to pry him out.

If you hadn't returned this week,
my experiments would have stopped.

Oh, that's of no importance now.
This is what we must concentrate upon.

Every means at our disposal.

Fantastic, isn't it?

Now...

note the difference
between these two skulls.

Neanderthal man: Primitive, ape-like.
They had very, very small brain cavities.

Now compare that with this new specimen.

Far greater brain capacity.

You may inform my father
that breakfast is ready, Emily.

Sir?

Breakfast is ready now, sir.

- Breakfast, sir.
- Oh, no, no, Martha. Not just now.

No. I'm extremely busy.

Miss, your father says he's busy
at the moment.

Very well. Perhaps you'd
ask him again in a few minutes.

- Yes, miss.
- Thank you.

The strange thing is that I found
this skeleton in these rocks here.

Whereas the remains of Neanderthal man...

which I found
on my previous expedition...

were in this layer here.

Therefore, this new skeleton must be
much older than the Neanderthal.

Yes. Anything else?

But the new one
seems to be more advanced.

Why, exactly, Waterlow!

Which means all our theories
of evolution are turned upside down.

My discovery proves that there was
advanced intelligent life on Earth...

far earlier than thought. This is the
link scientists have been searching for.

Come in.

This will revolutionize
scientific thinking.

Excuse me, sir. Miss Penelope sent me...

to ask if you'd come take
breakfast with her.

Oh, yes, of course.
Tell her I will join her directly.

I'm sorry to have been so long.

- I'll get you your breakfast.
- You look after me so well.

I'd like to hear what you've
been doing during my absence abroad.

I trust you have not neglected your
music lessons while I've been away.

No, Father.

And... Just tea, thank you.

And all the domestic arrangements
have proved satisfactory?

I had to dismiss two of the servants
as you may have noticed.

Oh, yes. Martha and...

Why, my dear?

We can't afford them, Father.

It's been so hard these last
12 months making ends meet...

saving pennies here, pennies there.
It's been such a strain.

What would I do without you, Penelope?

Ever since your dear mother died,
you've been everything to me.

But you won't have to worry anymore.

This time my discoveries will bear fruit.
I promise you.

- What is it? You're not unwell?
- Oh, no, Father. I'll be all right.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, Father.

Perhaps you spend
too long alone in this house.

Now that I'm back, you'll be able
to go out again. The two of us together.

Just as soon as I've
completed my present work.

- Yes, Father.
- Excuse me.

My dear brother, although this letter
will not reach you until your return...

I unhappily write to inform you that
your wife passed away this morning.

Needless to say,
I have respected your wishes...

and have not informed Penelope.

Is something wrong, Father?

Nothing that need concern you, my child.

Oh, good afternoon, sir.
Drive on, coachman.

Giddap there.

Naturally, I'm sorry, Emmanuel,
but we must treat your wife's death...

as a merciful release for you both.

There was no improvement
towards the end? No...

I'm afraid not. We had to continue
treatment until the last.

- Won't you come in?
- Thank you.

During your absence we made
the appropriate funeral arrangements.

Marguerite is buried here in the
cemetery if you wish to visit the grave.

Thank you.

And Penelope? How is she?

I don't imagine she'll be
disturbed by this...

because she's believed her mother
to be dead for many years.

When are you going
to tell her the truth about it?

I can't.

You know I can't.

What do you mean?

For so long it's been on my mind
that her mother's...

illness might be hereditary,
that it might recur in Penelope.

James, you're the authority
in this field.

Is such a thing possible,
or am I worrying needlessly?

Very soon I hope
to be able to answer that.

The answers, and many others, will be
in this manuscript when it is published.

I'm entering it for the Richter Prize.

- The Richter Prize?
- Yes, Emmanuel.

Things have changed.

It was always you who was destined
for great success...

whereas I was only the poor,
hard-working half-brother...

whom you had to put up with.

Now it is I who am a success.

I intend to win that prize, Emmanuel...

and the prestige that goes with it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
many matters to attend to. Oh, yes.

Your wife's documents, committal
papers, death certificates, et cetera.

You'll find them all in order.

Very grateful.

One moment.

I want to make it quite clear
that I do not propose to continue...

to subsidize your ridiculous
expeditions to the ends of the Earth...

to prove your lunatic theories
about the origin of man.

Good day.

- Lenny's escaped, sir!
- Escaped?

He smashed the door, knocked
the guard out and got away.

- The lock must have been...
- Well, get after him! Sound the alarm!

- Good evening, my dear.
- Good evening, Father.

And what are you reading?

It's called romance.

I'm not sure that I approve
of that sort of literature.

Where did you get it?
You have not been out?

No, Father. I haven't left the house
since you were awake...

except to walk in the garden.
Then how did you get this magazine?

I found it on a bookshelf.

I thought it was one of Mother's.

Your mother's?

- But I have forbidden you...
- Yes, Father.

You've forbidden me to talk about her,
mention her name or to enter her room.

Don't you understand? I never knew
her. She died when I was too young.

- I thought by reading something that...
- My dear child.

My every thought is for your welfare.

You are my beloved responsibility.

I've tried to keep from you anything
which might cause you distress.

- I'm so sorry if I've failed.
- I love you, Father.

But I must know about Mother.

Can you lock away memories
just by locking her room?

You must trust me.

I do know what is best...

for both of us.

Continue with the experiment, doctor.
We'll discuss the conclusions later.

Oh, good evening, doctor.

Give me the keys.
I want to see how Lenny escaped.

You think you ought to go in there, sir?

You'd better take this, sir.

Drop the keys! Go back to your cell!

Drop the keys!

You should've used this on Lenny.

Let's hope we find him
before he goes berserk again.

- Good morning.
- Morning, sir.

Thank you.

Carry straight on here.

And keep your eyes skinned
as you go through those trees.

Oh, dear. What a mess.

No!

The water mustn't touch the skeleton.

Get another cloth!

Quickly!

I was only trying to clean it, professor.

Hurry.

I'm afraid there's no trace
of this Lenny man in the local area, sir.

He might have headed for London.

It would help us if we could have a more
detailed description of the man, sir...

if that's not too much trouble.
Of course not, officer.

Every one of my patients
here is fully documented.

Here we are.

This is the most recent photograph
we have. You may keep it.

Oh, thank you, sir. We'll do our best.

Well, I only hope your best
is good enough, officer.

Look at this! The morning paper.

This institute can do without a scandal.

Well, sir, if I might venture
to point out...

are you sure your security
arrangements are satisfactory?

Perfectly satisfactory.

- I inspected them myself only last night.
- Oh, thank you, sir, and good day.

I thought I'd examine the structure
of the flesh tissue.

Can I help you, professor?

I cannot find my volumes on
folklore of the New Guinea primitives.

I was looking for them last night.
Have you seen them?

Miss Penelope recatalogued the library
while you were away.

The particular books you want
are in the drawing room bookcase.

Be a good fellow
and get them for me, will you?

Certainly.

Oh! I returned the keys
to you, professor.

Oh, yes, you did.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- Good morning, Mr. Waterlow.
- Excuse me, Miss Penelope.

Those volumes on the New Guinea
primitives, your father wants them.

Now...

let me see.

Folklore.

- Here, let me help you.
- Thank you.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

Now...

listen to this in relation
to what happened last night...

when I was cleaning the skeleton.

It's about the primitive people
of New Guinea today...

who believe that their ancestors
were a race of giants...

who carried on a titanic war
between good and evil...

when the world was created.

"When the evil one shall be exposed,
the Sky Father shall weep."

"Weep," Waterlow. That means rain. Water.

"Weep for the departure of Paradise
from the Earth, and his tears..."

Water again, do you see?

"His tears falling upon the evil one,
will give him life."

Now that is precisely what happened
last night here in this room.

"And so the battle between good
and evil will continue on the Earth."

Well, I really don't understand.

- It all seems rather difficult.
- Don't you see the parallel?

In the normal course of erosion...

this skeleton will be exposed
on the surface...

in approximately 3000 years.

By which time the people
of New Guinea should've developed...

a state of scientific knowledge
equivalent to ours.

And then the Sky Father will weep.

Rain, Waterlow, rain. Water.

And last night I anticipated
that process by 3000 years.

Why, I am the White God.

I alone hold this tremendous power
of good and evil in my hands.

If I can control this power, what
opportunities are open for humanity?

Why, with this knowledge I could wipe
evil away from the world.

It could be abolished forever.

We would have a new paradise...

here on Earth.

That's...

food for thought, Waterlow.

Outwardly, the flesh looks quite human,
but let us look further.

Living blood cells.

But not ordinary cells.

Let's have a look at some of mine.

Now, these ordinary, human blood cells...

are completely different, of course.

Now...

let us see what happens
when we mix the two.

- A little bit of mine.
- And a little bit of his.

Now mix them together. Thank you.

Now, Penelope,
I want you to be a good little girl...

and promise me that you will not go
into your mother's room.

I miss her so much.

When will mommy be home, Daddy?
I do want to see her again.

Since evil is a disease...

it could therefore be possible
to immunize man...

by some form of inoculation.

Good. Yes. That'll do.

Now, theoretically, Waterlow,
if a minute quantity of evil serum...

were introduced into the bloodstream
of an individual...

that individual should be proof
against contamination...

by the evils of this world
for the rest of his or her life.

We must prepare a serum from the
evil cells and put it to a practical test.

Where is Mommy?

Why can't I see her?
I do want to see her.

I don't want your mother's
room disturbed.

I want her to find it
just as she left it.

Dear Penelope, you are everything to me.

And since your mother's death,
when you were so young...

I've tried to be everything to you.

My every thought has been for you.

You must trust me.

I do know what is best for both of us.

I've prepared a sample
of the monkey's blood, professor.

Splendid. Yes.

That should have been time enough.
Thank you.

The serum has formed a protective film
around each cell.

Now, the question is...

can this protection withstand...

the forces of undiluted evil...

withstand an attack from the blood
taken from the newly formed flesh?

I wonder.

It can.

- So far, success, Waterlow.
- Congratulations, professor.

A new day is dawning for mankind.

We'll continue in the morning.

- Good night, professor.
- Good night.

Marguerite.

Marguerite.

- Marguerite.
- Father.

Penelope.

This is your mother's room. How dare you.

How could you do such a thing?
How dare you.

Why didn't you tell me about her? Why?

- You said she was dead. Why? Why?
- It was for your own good.

- Your own good.
- All the time...

All the time you kept the memory
of her alive up here in this room.

You never loved me.
You never loved your own daughter.

You had room only in your heart for her.
You never had any left for me.

All the time she was a prisoner, like me.

Why didn't you let me see her? Why?

You want everybody to be a prisoner.

You wanted her kept a prisoner,
locked up in that dreadful place.

I'm nothing to you!

Bravo!

Marguerite...

Help me!

Help me! No!

Help, Emmanuel! Help me!

No.

No, no, not Penelope.

I won't let it happen to her.

Please, forgive me, Father.

My dear child...

I shouldn't have been angry with you.

Perhaps I should have told
you about your mother.

I wanted to protect you.

I thought it was for the best.

Steady on, love.
At least buy me a drink first.

He's mad, that's what he is.

No, No! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it. Stop it!

That's the man?

Yeah. I'd know that face anywhere.

I can deal with most brawlers myself,
but this bloke was a madman.

Well, even old Len Gaskel here,
he was hiding behind the bar.

And it takes a lot to shake old Len.

Look at it.

I see.

Come on, get this place cleared up!

Oh, my God!

Professor!

- Professor!
- What's the matter?

Come down here quickly.

- Please come quickly, sir.
- What's wrong, man?

What's the matter?

The serum.

Thank God we didn't use it
on a human being.

Penelope?

We've traced Lenny
to the East End of London.

We think he's still there.

It'd be advisable if we could take
a couple of your staff with us.

Very well.

Send the security coach and give the
inspector all the help he requires.

- Yes, sir.
- One other point, sir.

In view of this man's violent nature...

I can't guarantee
to bring him back alive.

Just bring him back, inspector.

Sir.

What can I do for you, sweetheart?

One of those.

That'll be tuppence.

Tuppence, I said.

Come on, you've got some money.
I can see you're not hard up.

Another one.

- I want another one.
- When you pay for that one.

Come on, pay up.
Otherwise I'll call a copper.

I've had trouble with your sort before.

It's for the gin, landlord.

And for another.

The young lady is with me.

Not having a very good evening here?

Perhaps I can brighten it up a little.

Come, come, my dear.

We don't put our goods on display
unless they're for sale, do we?

It's my mother's dress.

I like that. It's very good.

We'd better go upstairs
and test the quality of the material.

Landlord, we're going upstairs.

All right, sir. You know the way.

Now, we can stop pretending, can't we?

So...

you keep up the pretense
even here, do you?

Very well.

Time you learned a thing or two.

Everything all right, sir?

When I want that sort of thing,
I'll ask for it.

Get her, somebody!

Get the police!

Stop her! Stop her!

She's getting away!

Come on. Come on.

Come on!

Right down here.

Come on.

Right around there.

Come on.

Around the corner here,
in the old warehouse.

Near the gate.

- Get in there. Near the gate.
- Let's get this girl.

Get back!

Let's stop a minute. Now, get back now.
All together! Right.

Come on again! Together! Come on!

It's going. It's going.

All right.

- Look!
- There she is. Up there.

I can't see her really. Where?

She's got a thing in her hand.

I think she pushed him. She pushed him.

She's laughing. She's smiling.

Please, help me.

There she is, sir!

Get away! Go! No!

Don't touch me!

No! No!

- No sign of her?
- No.

- Can I do anything while you rest?
- No.

No, you'd best go home, Waterlow.
I'll send a message if I need you.

Thank you so much for waiting.

- Any results?
- No apparent reaction.

It's impossible to tell whether
these lights have any affect at all.

Could we be on the wrong track
with your electrical-wave theory?

No, no. I'm convinced I'm right.
We've got to make a breakthrough.

The experiments on the patients
prove nothing. They're already insane.

And until you can artificially cause
insanity, you can prove nothing.

Unfortunately, in the state
of society as it exists today...

we are not permitted to experiment
on human beings.

Normal human beings.

Let me go.

Lenny's dead, sir.

A woman was with him.
They brought her here.

I've taken a blood test from her.
I'd like you to see it.

- Won't it wait?
- I think you'd better look at it now, sir.

Very well.

It's been on my mind for so long
that her mother's illness...

might be hereditary,
that it might recur in Penelope.

Is such a thing possible,
or am I worrying needlessly?

Unfortunately, in the state of society
as it exists today...

we are not permitted to experiment
on human beings.

Normal human beings.

- Miss Penelope.
- Get her inside, quickly!

- Take her upstairs.
- Yes, sir.

- Go on, quickly.
- Yes, sir.

- Keep her under constant supervision.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, dear.

- What are you doing in here?
- Oh, Emmanuel.

It would appear that your research
is following similar lines to my own.

How dare you come spying
in my laboratory.

There's no reason why we shouldn't
pool our resources, is there?

- What do you mean?
- Come, come, Emmanuel.

There's no need to be so evasive.

I happen to know that your experiments
have misfired.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I see you won't listen to reason.

Now, I suggest you tell me
everything you know.

What are those black cells?
How do you isolate them?

And what association
do they have with insanity?

I do not know what you're talking about.

I shall ask you to leave
my house immediately.

You'll have to tell me, you know.

I could ruin you if this scandal
became known.

- Scandal?
- Yes, scandal.

You would be utterly ruined
professionally if it were learnt...

that you had experimented
on your own family.

Fortunately for you, however, your
daughter was brought to my asylum.

Penelope?

Where is she now?

All right. All right, Penelope.
All right. All right.

All right. Lift her. Now, all right.

You say that the black cells
only appear in the patients...

who are capable of extreme violence.

Yes. I've taken samples
from all the patients.

Then it's conclusive.

Emmanuel says here that he can only
obtain the cells in their pure state...

from the living tissue
formed around the bone.

Could that be the bone
of the skeleton he talks about?

And how do you form living tissue
around dead bone?

It seems absolute nonsense to me.

There's something that he hasn't
mentioned in these notes.

I've got to get hold
of that skeleton somehow.

I don't know. There is the question
of professional ethics.

Oh, indeed. Indeed.

That is why I'll have to employ someone
for whom ethics have no significance.

Emily.

Is that you, professor?

Hurry up. Hurry up.

Who is it?

What are you doing here?

The key.

Penelope, give me the key.

Please.

The Sky Father shall weep.
"Weep," that means rain. Rain!

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Giddap there! Come on! Get on there!

Giddap.

I'll get help.

Dr. Perry! Harness the security coach,
man. There's been an accident.

- What happened?
- Don't ask questions. Hurry up!

Come on.

Get on!

Halt.

Emmanuel.

It can't be.

We must find him. Quick.

Oh, no.

No. No!

No. No! Oh, for God's sake.

No. No.

No. No!

No! No!

No, please, no. No!

What is it you want of me?
No. No. Oh, please, no!

Stop!

Get her.

This creature walks upon the Earth.

Mankind will be engulfed
in great disasters: Wars, killing.

On a far greater scale than ever before.

The pestilence of evil is spreading.
I alone can save the world.

You are going?
You're not going to help me?

We are helping you, professor.

That's what we're here for.

Yes, I agree with you entirely,
Dr. Hildern. He's completely insane.

The most amazing fantasies.

They even involve you.
He thinks you're his half-brother.

That's quite normal in these cases.

I'm a sort of authority figure for them,
so naturally, I appear in their fantasies.

The poor fellow even believes
that this patient is his daughter.

How long has he been here?

Oh, three years, I think.
Yes, three years.

The year I won the Richter Prize.

Hopeless case, I'm afraid.

Help me. Help me.

Help me.

Please help me.