All language subtitles for The.Jack.In.The.Box.2019_En

Hello?

Anyone here?

Casey.

I was actually trying
not to frighten you.

Believe it or not, sorry.

It's okay.

- You must be...
- Lisa.

Oh, I was expecting to
meet the manager, Rachel?

You only meet Rachel if
you're being hired or fired,

and she's pretty
trigger-happy at the moment.

So if she does pop in,

try not to fall asleep while
you're on shift or anything.

I think I'll be all right.

I'm assuming Rachel's
filled you in

with all the details
regarding the exhibits?

Yeah, she has, yeah.

Okay, so this is the
war exhibit, obviously.

Lovecraft is on your left,

and the toy exhibit
is down the hall.

Thanks, I'll take a look.

Is it just us here today, or...?

Yeah. From tomorrow you'll
mostly be working alone.

I'm usually in here a
couple of days a week.

And is it always this...

Quiet?

Yeah, that's
a Monday morning for you.

It does tend to pick up, but
some days you'll only have

these mannequins for company.

Well, they seem friendly.

Well, the job's simple enough.

Just greet the visitors, smile.

Answer any questions
they might have.

And if you're lucky,
you won't be asked

to clear out the storeroom
by the end of the day.

Like I have.

- Clear it out?
- Yep.

I'm gonna donate the bad stuff,

throw away the terrible stuff.

We can't put it
all out on display,

there's not enough room, so...

Over the years, whatever
doesn't make the cut

gets dumped in here.

Where did it all come from?

House clearances mostly.

To be honest, I don't
know what half of it is.

You have an original
James Harling.

You have any idea
how rare this is?

You into books, then?

Yeah, books, antiques.

I was a curator back in the US.

I loved it.

Why'd you move over here?

Well, you have
everything over here.

Rich history,
amazing architecture.

But most of all, England
is a change of scenery.

A fresh start.

Well, if you fancy
lending a hand,

we might find a few more
diamonds in the rough.

Hey, look at this.

This is incredible.

Open it up.

It's locked.

Do you think it needs
a key, or something?

No, I don't think so.

What do you think it is?

A music box?

Maybe it's a Jack in the box.

No there's no, um... handle.

It's a combination.

I don't know.

It's a Jack in the box.

But the question is,
is it gonna work?

I don't know.

Come on, yes or no.

I hope not.

That is creepy.

No, it's not.

This is supposed to be a toy.

Would you let your
kids play with it?

It has to be out
there on display.

I'm gonna give David a
ring, he's our expert.

He'll be able to tell if
this is the real deal or not.

Hi David, it's Lisa from
Hawthorne Museum, how are you?

Yeah, good.

Listen, we've got a piece
that we'd love for you

to come and take a look at.

Are you available today?

He's free to pop in
tomorrow, I won't be here.

Are you up to it?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Yeah, that sounds great.

Listen, I'm not gonna be around.

We have someone new.

You take downstairs,
I'll take upstairs.

Meet down here in 10
minutes, all right?

Look at the state of you.

You gotta come see this thing!

Just take it, hurry up!

God, you are ugly.

Look at your nose.

You're coming with me.

Three minutes,
then we're out of here!

Come on, let's go!

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thought this place might
remind you of home.

What do you think?

Well, ask me again once
I've tried the food.

Okay, so the pancakes
here are to die for.

Trust me.

This is probably the
closest I'll ever get

to a real American diner.

I've got this crazy
phobia of flying.

Okay guys,
what're we having?

Uh, I guess the
pancakes then, please.

Make
that two, please.

Good choice.

Thank you.

See?

Oh come on.

Well, she says
that to everybody.

No, it's 'cause she
knows they're good.

Pancakes, good choice, huh?

Waffles, wonderful decision.

Just a glass of water
for me today, please.

Oh, good selection.

Gotta watch that calorie count.

You said more in the
last five seconds

than you said the
whole day put together.

Just had a lot on
my mind lately.

Everything all right?

I haven't had a full night's
sleep for six months.

It's taking its toll.

So, tell me about yourself.

Not much to tell.

Well, that can't be true.

I'm a Hawthorne girl,
born and raised.

And that's it?

There's more to you than
just where you're from.

Ask me a question.

Okay, well
what's your plan?

Plan?

Yeah, you know, like
career plan, life plan.

Where do you imagine
yourself, five year's time.

Here.

Really?

Yeah, why not?

This is all I
know, I'll be here.

What about career?

You're not getting
the message are you?

I'm happy.

Surely you don't plan on
staying at the museum?

Why not?

It's a one minute
walk from my house.

15 second run if I'm late.

But you've shown
no real interest.

You have no knowledge
of the exhibits.

It doesn't seem like your
heart is exactly in it.

Look, I wanna travel the world.

And grow my knowledge
of this industry.

I just wondered
what your future...

I don't know.

If you really wanna go
there, I hate antiques,

I hate history, I hate
my other part-time jobs.

I'm just there for the money.

Nothing else really
matters right now.

I didn't mean to upset you.

There's no five
year plan, Casey.

Not even a plan for what
tomorrow might bring.

My mom's sick.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I lie awake every night,

terrified that the
phone's gonna ring,

and it's gonna be someone
telling me that she's gone.

I know how you feel.

Thank you.

This
looks incredible.

Told ya.

Casey, my phone is about to die.

Please, please come
and pick me up.

I'm alone and someone
is following me.

I'm so scared.

There's a guy behind me.

I think he's got a knife.

Oh God Casey, please pick up.

Please pick up.

God, do you
know what time it is?

It's my day off, Casey.

Yeah, I think there may have
been a break-in last night.

Seriously?

Well, the door is open, and
there's stuff everywhere.

Oh God.

Is anything missing?

Nothing I can see
from the great hall.

But, how do I check
the CCTV footage?

You can't.

Why not?

Because Rachel was
too cheap to get it fixed.

God, I told her this would
happen, she never listens.

You must be David.

I'll call again later, okay?

Okay, all right, bye.

All right, bye.

Thanks for coming in.

My pleasure.

This way.

It's an
incredible piece.

Have you ever come across
one of these before?

No, unless you're including
my grandson's toy box.

There's no questioning
its authenticity,

it's quality.

The condition of the
brass and its design

suggests that it was built in
the mid to late Victorian era.

I didn't know they Jack
in boxes back then.

Well, the origins of
the Jack in the box

have been argued
over for centuries.

Some people say they
were simply toys

that gained popularity
in the late 1800s.

Others suggest they served
a far darker purpose

many years before that.

What do you mean
by "darker purpose?"

There's evidence that suggests
that Jack in the boxes

were originally built in France
to contain evil entities.

They had a different
name for them.

Demon en boite.

Demon in a box.

Moving ever so clearly away
the facts and into legends here,

look, these boxes were
meant to look harmless.

Enticing, even, to open.

They were spread across

Northern France in
reaction to a satanic panic.

It was thought to be
an act of revenge

from the murdered hundreds

found guilty of
practicing the dark arts.

Once these boxes were opened,

the demon within would be

unleashed on all
those around it.

How?

I specialize in
antiques, not fantasy.

The real question, Casey...

is what the hell
were they drinking

when they came up
with this stuff?

Do you know anyone
that would have

more information
about the demon?

I'm sure our visitors
will be as curious

as I am about the mythology.

Maurice, something
or other, I forget.

He's about the only
well-known figure over here

in the field of demonology.

If you can call it a field.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Late night?

I'm sorry.

Can you tell me where the
war exhibit is, please?

Do you want me to show you?

Oh no, it's fine.

Just point me in
the right direction.

Go through this door, up
the stairs, and turn right.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

The lights have gone off.

I'm getting a bit
claustrophobic in here.

Hello?

Anyone in here?

Two more can't hurt, can it?

Can you tell me where the
war exhibit is, please?

Do you want
me to show you?

No, it's fine, just point
me in the right direction.

Name, Jackestemarra, Jack.

Type, demonic clown.

Height, six to to
seven feet tall.

Ah, profile.

A Jack is summoned through
the act of opening the box

in which it is contained.

It is believed Jacks adopt
the appearance of clowns

to toy with our deepest fears.

Goals, to feast on the
remains of six human victims.

Only when a Jack
claims his six victims

will it once again be
trapped within the box.

Casey.

Yeah.

I'm Rachel, the manager.

We spoke on the phone.

It's great to finally meet you.

Likewise.

Well, how're you finding
it down here so far?

Can't complain.

This place is a
history geek's dream.

That's good to hear.

Can you please make sure
the building is locked

before you go home at night.

Yeah, I didn't leave it
open the other night.

I'm sure someone
must have broken in.

There's nothing missing, Casey.

Yeah, fair enough, yeah.

I just popped by to collect
some papers, so I'll be off.

Nice meeting you.

Nice meeting you.

One last thing.

Would you please put
that on display today?

There's a space
cleared for it, ready,

in the toy exhibit.

Sure.

It's a great find.

Hey guys, just to let
you know it's five o'clock,

and we're about to close, okay?

Have a good weekend.

You too.

Who would let their
child anywhere near you?

Ha!

You'll have to
be quicker than that.

Help!

I need
you to call me back,

it's urgent.

Casey my phone is about to die.

Please, please come
and pick me up.

I'm alone and someone
is following me.

I'm so scared.

There's a guy behind me.

He's got a knife.

Oh God, Casey, please pick up.

Please pick up.

Casey, Casey!

I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to listen.

It's fine.

I hardly heard anything.

Don't worry about it.

I shouldn't have played it here.

Was that your girlfriend?

Fiance.

Didn't know you were engaged.

I was, until I
received that call

in the middle of the night.

I feel so guilty.

Why?

She called me when
she was in trouble.

I was in bed and I...

...ignored the call.

Now I have a voicemail
that'll haunt me

for the rest of my life.

I could have helped her.

We're closed.

Come back in half an hour.

Morning.

I'm DCI Martin.

I'm investigating a
missing person report.

Who's missing?

Mandy Hinchley.

I believe she does
the cleaning here.

Yeah.

Well, Mandy hasn't been
seen for over 48 hours.

When did you last see her?

Well, I didn't see Mandy
for a week at least,

but I'm only here
a couple of days.

I saw her last thing on Friday.

I closed that evening.

Can I come in and ask
you some questions?

Sure.

Thanks very much for taking
the time out to talk to me.

I'm sure you can understand the
seriousness of this inquiry.

Mandy Hinchley is the
fourth person to go missing

in Hawthorne this week.

So let's start with the
last time you saw her, okay?

Now when you left the
building on Friday,

was she alone?

Yeah, as far as I'm aware.

You're not sure?

We have very few
visitors in the winter.

I always check the
building and make sure

it's empty before I leave.

So it's possible
she wasn't alone.

Yeah, it's possible.

So how would you
describe Mandy's demeanor

the last time you saw her?

She seemed normal, happy.

I don't know her all
too well, but you know.

Nothing stood out as unusual.

Has there been any conflict
between staff members?

No, no.

Anything that happened out
of the ordinary, perhaps?

Mister Reynolds, is there
something you wanna tell me?

Look, if I'm being
totally honest.

That afternoon I
encountered something...

...weird.

What happened?

Can you break it down for me?

I was here alone all day,
bar a handful of visitors.

I was in the room across
the hall, and I saw...

What did you see?

Nothing, I'm rambling.

This news has hit
me really hard.

I'm sorry I can't
be more of a help.

It's fine.

Maybe you better take
some time off, you know?

Clear your head.

Yeah, I'll have a
word with my boss.

Okay.

I just need the CCTV
footage for review, please?

Yeah, there is no CCTV here.

But I saw two cameras
in the main hall.

Yeah, the system went down
long before I started here.

You'll have to take
that up with Rachel.

Rachel Thompson, she's
the manager here, not me.

Okay.

Well, that's my direct line.

You can think of anything
else regarding Mandy Hinchley,

give me a call, yeah?

Will do.

Thanks.

Before you go.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Forgive me if I
sound a little crazy.

Do you believe in
the supernatural?

Paranormal, that type of thing?

Why do you ask?

Have you ever had a
case where you suspected

there was something, you
know, supernatural involved?

Just out of curiosity.

Well, now, the interrogation
room is a funny old place.

Murder suspects have told
me insane, crazy tales.

All about witches and demons.

But the funny thing is, they
all have one thing in common.

These suspects,
well, they always

portray themselves as victims.

Now, I learned
very early on that

the crazier these tales are,

well, the more the
suspect's trying to

bury the truth in the sand.

If someone disappears off
the face of the earth,

there's always a
logical explanation.

There's always
someone behind it.

All right.

Thanks for your time.

Please leave your message

after the tone.

Hi, my name is Casey Reynolds.

I'm hoping to talk
to Maurice Ainsworth.

I'm part of the team at
the Hawthorne Museum.

I believe we've been
donated something... unusual,

and I think only someone
with your expertise

will be able to tell is what
it is we have on our hands.

If you could call me
back as soon as possible,

I would really,
really appreciate it.

Hello.

Andy, it's Casey.

Long time, how's things?

Yeah, I've been better.

Look, can I ask you a favor?

Yeah, sure.

What's the bare minimum you need

to track down someone's address?

Well, a full
name and a phone number

should just be enough.

I'm trying to locate Maurice
Ainsworth. It's a UK number.

01574-482-453.

If you can do it by
this time tomorrow,

I'll pay you double.

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

I'll have it by then.

Thank you.

Okay, bye.

Come on, come on.

Maybe we should take
you to the hospital.

I'm not going anywhere
until you've seen this.

Just watch.

- Dammit.
- Casey.

No, you need to see this.

- Come on.
- Can we just relax?

No!

Jesus Casey, what is
going on with you?

What if Mandy never left
the museum Friday night?

What if something
happened to her here?

What, you think
she was murdered?

I can't get what the expert,
David, said out of my head.

The box, it's not what
we thought it was.

He said it was built
to contain a demon.

And by opening the
box, I let it out.

Oh Jesus Christ.

This video would have proven it.

But it hasn't.

But there's nothing there.

All I can see is a Jack in
the box behind some glass.

I saw it with my own two eyes.

- It came out of the box.
- You saw it.

Yeah, look what it did to me.

You know that's not
possible, don't you?

I saw it, you have
to listen to me.

I think your insomnia is
playing tricks with your mind.

No.

- It's not.
- You sure?

Are you sure?

Mandy told me that she was
going through some stuff,

like relationship stuff.

She said she wanted to run
away and leave it all behind.

She'll come to her
senses, she'll come home.

I'm fine here for
the rest of the day.

You go home and get some sleep.

No.

11 Dunan Close.

Norman Cleaver.

Woman, 46, missing.

Mister Cleaver?

Mister Cleaver, I
need to talk to you.

I didn't kill her, all right?

I know you didn't.

Go away.

I can't leave without
talking to you.

Get off my property.

You've got it all wrong.

I'm fed up with this,
I'm calling the police.

My name is Casey, Casey...

I have the box.

Mister Cleaver, I am not here
to accuse you of anything.

What did you say?

I have the Jack in the box.

You've seen the
clown, haven't you?

Yeah.

Will you help me?

I doubted my own
sanity for many years.

I questioned myself more
than every policeman

and psychiatrist put together.

But as much as they tried
to convince me otherwise,

I always remembered
what took my Belle away.

It was the clown,
killed my wife.

Not me.

Would you tell me what happened?

Oh, all right.

I used to go metal
detecting in the fields.

I thought I'd struck gold
when I found that thing.

My wife and I believed it was

a simple Jack in the
box, nothing more.

She was fascinated by it.

I went upstairs and
somewhere later,

I realized that she
hadn't followed me.

Then I saw...

...it drag her
corpse to the box.

I told the police my story,
they didn't believe me.

Of course they didn't.

In the eyes of the police,
and the whole town,

I wasn't the victim.

I was the prime
suspect with a story

that just didn't make sense.

My lawyers convinced me that,
in a bid to reduce my sentence,

I should plead guilty
to manslaughter.

Plead guilty to killing my wife.

When you're facing
a life sentence,

10 years for manslaughter
seems like the only option.

It almost killed me.

I believe it's killed others
too, but they won't listen.

No, they won't,
until it's too late.

How do I stop
it from killing again?

I've spent the last 15 years

wondering if there was
something I could have done.

I don't think you can.

I've got to find
a way to end this.

No, you can't end this Casey.

The damage is already done.

In time, the police will
trace the disappearances

back to you and your little
friends at the museum.

Take it from me.

If the clown doesn't kill you,

the people of
Hawthorne may end up

believing that you
are the monster.

Get out of here.

Get as far away from
Hawthorne as you possibly can.

Save yourself.

You're going to do
it again, aren't you?

You're going to
leave them to die,

just like you left me.

They won't listen.

They don't take me seriously.

Why should I go back there?

I don't owe them anything.

Fine, run.

But how are you going
to live with yourself?

With the guilt.

They don't believe you,
but that doesn't mean

you should give up on them.

I've done
everything I can.

Not everything.

If you don't find a way
to stop Jack, who will?

If someone has to
die, let it be me.

Why won't you kill me?

It's come to my attention

that you're having
some problems, Casey.

Nothing I can't handle.

Lisa tells
me that you have

some sort of concern
about this box.

You think it carries
some sort of curse.

I don't expect
you to believe me.

I wonder why.

We have to find a way
to destroy it, Rachel.

Since I opened it, it
has killed four people,

It will kill two more.

- Casey.
- I'm not lying.

Enough.

Look, Mandy's disappearance
has been tough on everyone.

We can't just let our
imaginations run away with us.

You have no idea what
you're dealing with here.

Right, it's over.

I'm terminating your
probation period.

I can't just walk away.

You're done.

I'll never forgive
myself if something...

I'm not giving you the choice.

Go home, Casey.

You didn't have to
be so brutal on him.

Casey!

What?

I didn't mean for
you to lose your job.

I was worried about you.

She had to know about
this, I just didn't think.

No, you didn't.

Look, just get
away from the box.

Get as far away from
here as you can.

I can't.

Trust me.

Please, tell me you believe me.

Take care of yourself.

- Wait.
- I'm sorry.

I'm gonna find a
way to end this.

Hey, have you found
Maurice's house?

His place is
called Hill Farm.

Yes?

Maurice Ainsworth?

Who's asking?

I'm Casey, Casey Reynolds.

I've been trying to reach you.

Did I not return your call?

No, you didn't.

Oh, I didn't think so.

But you thought you could
turn up here unannounced,

and I'd invite you in
for tea in biscuits?

I wouldn't be here if
I had any other choice.

You have half an hour,
not a second more.

I'm all out of biscuits
though, I'm afraid.

So you want to know what
you're dealing with?

Yeah, I opened the...

Yes, yes, I heard
all your messages.

But you haven't
come all this way

just to find out what it is.

You want to know how to kill it.

Jacks are relentless.

But as with all of nature's
creations, they are mortal.

Are you ready for your lunch?

Yeah, sure.

See you later.

Luckily for you, by granting
it access to our world

by opening the box, you
have unwittingly entered

into a deal with the demon.

A deal?

Although it may threaten you,

and do all it can to make
you run away in fear,

it can't kill you.

But I can see in your eyes,

you're not just worried
about yourself, are you?

You brought it into our world,

meaning only you have the
power to send it back.

You have to trap
Jack inside the box.

How?

You must perform a ritual.

Ah! Here it is.

Once a Jack's heart is weakened
by the end of a blade,

only the spoken word
will send it back

to the shadows
where it was made.

What do I have to say?

Thank you.

Oh, and Casey, be careful.

You have to get it right.

It would only take
something as small as

a piece of its clothing,
a severed claw.

Anything left outside of the box

while performing the
ritual, and it won't work.

If you leave anything behind,

Jack will come back
for his chosen victims.

Good luck young man.

So what do you
want me to do now?

Rachel?

I'll be off now then, Rachel.

I need police.

I need police at the
Hawthorn museum now.

No!

No!

Come on, open!

Come on, please!

No!

Hello?

Lisa.

Lisa?

Back in your box.

Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on.

It's over.

It's over, Lisa.

Police!

She needs an ambulance.

No, no, no, no, no, wait.

I didn't hurt her!

I saved her!

I'm innocent!

We
need an ambulance.

Hawthorne Museum, as
soon as possible, please.

Thank you for coming, Lisa.

I didn't think you would.

I need to prove
Casey's innocence.

They won't listen to my stories.

They'll never entertain
theories of demons and curses.

I can't see this
ending well for him.

Hawthorne is scared, terrified.

They've lost neighbors,
loved ones, friends.

Someone, flesh and blood,
must be held accountable.

Then why am I here?

Do you know
where the box is?

Yeah.

If you really want
to help Casey,

be the one that finishes
what he started.

Be the one that ends
Jack's curse forever.

How?

There's only one way.

The box cannot be destroyed.

Each life Jack takes
keeps him alive

for another three years.

To truly kill him, you have to...

Stop the box from
being opened again.

As Jack has already
killed five times,

the box remain
unopened for 15 years.

You must ensure no
one else finds it.

You're gonna be honest
with me this time, Casey.

I've told you what happened.

I've told you everything.

I'm still not buying it.

It's the truth.

You wanna know what I think?

I think you'll plead insanity.

Ten years in the nut
house doesn't seem

that bad right now, does it?

Why don't you make
yourself comfortable,

'cause you're gonna be
here a long, long time.

I'll ask you again.

Did you kill your boss, Rachel?

No.

Maybe this will
refresh your memory.

Now, you took a young
woman's life away that day.

Rachel wasn't the only
easy target, was she?

No.

You went after Lisa
too, didn't you?

And you thought you'd get
away with it...

...didn't you?

Didn't you?

Be careful,
you have to get it right.

It would only take
something as small

as a piece of it's
clothing, a severed claw.

Anything left outside of the box

while performing the
ritual, and it won't work.

If you leave anything behind,

Jack will come back
for his chosen victims.

Oh my god, Lisa!

It's gonna come back for her!

Did you kill Rachel?

You have to listen to me.

Answer the question!

You have to believe
me, it didn't work!

Take him away.

We have to help her!

We have to help her!

We have to help her!

You've got to believe me!