All language subtitles for The.Girl.in.Room.2A.1974

(ominous music)

(woman screaming)

" No!

No!

No, no!

No!

(engine revving)

(tense music)

- This is as far
as I go, good luck.

- Thank you.

- Now, listen, it's been
a little rough on you.

Take care of yourself.

- Yes.

- May I see your release form?

- Yes.

_ Qkay-

Poor girl.

- She's a strange one.

I know, yes, and you must
admit that a few weeks

in here would drive
anyone bats, Gertrude.

- Yeah.

(woman screaming)

Quick!

(gentle music)

(horn honking)

- Wait!

Hey, wait!

- Excuse me, I'm sorry to
disturb you, excuse me.

- It's okay.

" [Man] May I help you?

- Yes, where's your telephone?

- In the back room.

- Thank you.

(billiard balls banging)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hello, is Miss Songbird in?

- [Alicia] This is
Alicia Songbird.

- This is Margaret,
Margaret Bradley.

- [Alicia] Oh hello,
Margaret, how are you?

- Okay, thank you.

I'm on my way to Mrs. Grant's.

I missed a bus.

I'll have to wait
for the next one.

- [Alicia] Your things
are already there.

- Oh, they are?

- [Alicia] Now I'll
call Mrs. Grant

and tell her you're on your way.

And don't you worry
about a thing.

Mrs. Grant's a wonderful
person, okay Margaret?

Margaret?
- I beg your pardon?

- [Alicia] ls that alright?

- Oh yes, why of course.

It's certainly very nice of
you, Mrs. Songbird, to do this.

You've just been
wonderful to me.

- Just doing my job,
child, it's a pleasure.

- Thank you so much.

(tense music)

- [Grant] Just ask if there's
anything you want, Margaret.

- Thank you, Mrs. Grant,
I'm fine, thank you.

- I want you to be
comfortable here, Margaret.

- Thank you.

- You know, child, everyone
does something wrong sometime.

- You don't
understand, Mrs. Grant.

I didn't do anything wrong.

- That social worker,
Miss Songbird,

told me you were just
released from prison.

Isn't that so?

- Look, it wasn't a prison.

It was the women's jail.

I mean, it's all a
terrible mistake.

- Oh, I didn't mean to hurt
you, I'd like to help you.

- I'm very tired now.

- Oh, of course, dear.

You just go and
get some rest now.

- I just want to get this
stuff out of the way.

- Yes, certainly.

Yes, I imagine you are tired.

Have a nice rest, dear.

(suspenseful music)

(windows banging)

- Come in, child, come in.

- Oh, I wasjust
going out for a walk.

I couldn't sleep.

- I know, you're upset.

Come, I'll fix you something.

I heard you walking about.

- I guess I'm just
full of nerves.

- Oh, well that's perfectly
understandable, clear.

Come.

Here we are.

Now why don't you sit down?

You look so tired and
I'll fix us some tea.

I've already got the kettle on.

My son and I live
alone here, you know,

ever since my husband died.

Do you play?

Oh no, I took lessons
when I was little

but I don't remember very much.

- Let's sit down.

My husband used to
play quite beautifully.

- Oh, he did?

- Would you like a little
sedative in your tea?

- Sedative?
- Yes.

Just a mild
tranquilizing tablet.

That's all it is, not a
bit harmful to your system.

I use them myself.

My doctor, you see,
gives them to me.

Just a nerve calmer.

Try one.

- Oh, well I guess I could use
something to calm down with.

- Things get so lonely
around here for me, Margaret.

That's my husband's picture,

on the piano over there.

He's been dead now for 2O years.

- Oh, I'm sorry, really.

- Yes, he was run over
one terrible winter day.

Miss him.

- It was an accident?

- No, it was cold
blooded murder.

He was killed by a
hit and run driver.

A hoodlum just
robbed a supermarket.

He got 25 years in prison.

He'll be out soon.

Jusfice.

Evil can only be handled
on its own terms.

To forgive is to absolve it.

- But that's
against all humanity

and all religion, Mrs. Grant.

- Oh, no, it isn't Margaret,

humanityjust hasn't
come far enough.

- No, no.

(windows banging)

(tense music)

(door creaking)

(screaming)

- They're coming now.

I hear them in the drive.

- Mm, good, it's getting late.

- They tried to get
in touch with you.

My mother tried to call
you, but you were out.

- Yes, I was.

- Where were you?

- What?

- They said you were with
a girl, your mistress,

that you were cheating on
your wife, is that true?

- Well, of course it's not true.

You don't believe that, do you?

- Well, I don't know.

Mr. Dreese says--

- What does Mr. Dreese say?

- Dreese, hello,
good to see you.

- IS it?

- Well, of course,
Dreese, is it always is.

I'm just fascinated
with your group,

your work, your
philosophy and all.

- It isn't new, Johnson.

It's as old as time,

the war between good and
evil in its most basic terms.

- Why yes, that's
what I mean, Dreese.

I want to discuss
these points with you

and the express your, our,
viewpoint in my writings.

- Yes, I'm glad you
brought that out.

I think you know too much

and there isn't going
to be any writing.

We're not interested.

- But Dreese--

- You're self-seeking, Johnson.

You tried to use us
for your own ends.

You're ambitious
and you're a cheat.

- You're wrong, Dreese,
I, why that isn't true.

You're wrong, Dreese.

- Oh, you need to be
scourged Johnson, purified.

The simple war between
good and evil, remember?

- Now, wait a minute, I--

- Let it out,
Johnson, let it out.

Everyone must feel the
pain of his own sins.

That is our message, Johnson,
and that is our mission.

- You're mad, Dreese.

- No, you are.

- Come, Frank, let
us leave Mr. Johnson

to his own meditations.

- Wait a minute, Dreese,
wait, don't do this to me.

You've got to listen.

I can give you money.

I could make a
contribution to the group.

Important connections.

(smacking)

- You disgusting fool.

- Frank, Frank!

(tense music)

- You can go back
to the city, Frank.

- You don't need me here?

- No, not now.

I'm going back to town
myself in a few minutes.

Just some things I
want to check on.

- Mr. Dreese?
- Yes, what is it, Frank?

About your mother?

- No, I wasjust
wondering about Johnson.

I thought he was a
friend, one of us.

- I don't know.

We'll have to see.

Don't you worry
about him, Frank.

Mr. Johnson isn't
going to expire.

We have lots of work ahead.

- Yes, I know.

My mother says that--

- Your mother is
a very fine woman.

Now go on, I'll see you soon.

I have to hurry.

- Goodnight, Mr. Dreese.
- Goodnight, Frank.

(tense music)

"Only in flames, lies the truth"
- Nietzsche

- Good evening.

It's hot in here.

- Yes, yes it is.

Hot.

- Why don't you
put out the fire?

- The fire?

- Yes, Mr. Johnson, it's
very warm, uncomfortable.

Put out the fire.

(tense music)

- You're burning my hand,
let me go, please, please!

Oh God!

(screaming)

Please, please, my hand!

- Here, let it out.

- My hand, my hand, oh God!

Oh God, I can't.

I can't stand it anymore.

I beg of you.

(glass breaking)

(screaming)

- Put him in his car and take
it down to the cliff road.

(car exploding)

(door knocking)

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- I'm Frank.

I'm, oh, can I help you?

- No, I don't think so.

I had a not too good night.

I mean, I didn't sleep well.

- Well, my room is
next door in case you--

- Well, thank you.

Thank you very much, but I'm,

ljust thought I get Dreesed
and go out for some air.

- Fine, fine.

- Will you get a job?
- Yes, I think so

Actually, I was thinking of trying
outside the city

I like the country

I find it boring

You see, I want to work in theatre

Be a set designer... build things

Stuff like that... I'm good at it

- Are you?
- Yes

I'm really good. No kidding

Well, it's the only thing I can do

I hope you make it

It's nice when yourjob
is your hobby too

- Yeah, I like building
things, it's fun.

It's the only thing I'm good at.

- I hope you can, I mean,
do the things you like.

- No, you never can.

- You've got to try, you know.

- I like you.

You're the prettiest
girl I ever saw.

- Thank you.

- I'm sorry you're in trouble.

- I'm not in a bit of trouble.

It's problems.

It'll work out.

- I used to come
here with my father

when I was a little kid.

I hardly remember him.

He's dead, you know, he drowned.

- He drowned?

- Yes, they were in a boat.

It went over and
he couldn't swim.

They saved my mother.

They couldn't find him.

It was a big story
in the newspapers.

What's the matter?

- Oh nothing, I didn't sleep
well, I get these dreams.

I was thinking about last night.

- Oh, what happened?

Why were you in jail?

You can tell me.

- There's nothing to tell.

- You sure?

- Yes, I was at a party

and somebody had brought
some pills or grass.

I dunno what.

The police busted
it and somebody said

I got them all this stuff.

Me and a guy I didn't even know.

- Well, why did they say that?

- I don't know, to
save themselves.

It was a mistake.

I had nothing to do with it.

- I know.

- It was like being
in a black pit

with everybody screaming at you.

- You really didn't
do anything wrong?

- No, Frank, I didn't
do anything wrong.

- If you didn't do anything,
why did they put you away?

- What's the matter with you?

Mistakes happen and
one happened to me.

Would you hate me if I
had done something wrong?

- No.

- So why make all this fuss?

- You got to tell me everything.

- You don't believe me, do you?

- Mr. Dreese says that--

- You don't believe me.

Your mother doesn't believe me.

I bet Alicia doesn't
believe me either.

- Wait a second--
- No, leave me alone.

I can take care of myself.

Just leave me alone, all of you.

Don't help me, don't
do anything for me.

Just leave me alone.
- Hey.

(tense music)

(doorbell ringing)

Margaret...
what are you doing here?

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Miss Songbird...

...but I have to talk to you

Of course, Margaret.
Come in

Sit down

Make yourself at home

So what is the problem?

- Miss Songbird...
- Call me Alicia

Alicia...

I have to move from that house

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

- I just don't feel right there.

Well, it's scary.

I know it sounds silly, but.

- What scares you, Margaret?

- It's probably all in
my own head, I know.

I'm a little groggy
from everything,

but I want to go
somewhere else, Alicia.

I want to get out of that house.

- Well, of course, Margaret.

If you're not happy there,
there's no reason to stay.

Would you like me to try
and find another place?

It'll take me a couple of clays.

I'll make some calls.

- Alicia, I know this
is terribly brazen of me

but could you loan
me some money?

I wouldn't this of you if
I had any other choice,

but I know Mrs. Grant
is not going to allow me

to just walk out.

The arrangement was
that I would stay there

until I paid the rent.

- She can't keep you there
if you don't want to stay.

- I know but well--
- I see.

Then you are going to need
some money, aren't you?

I have $50.

I'm going out of town
for a couple of days,

but I won't need it all.

- Oh, if that's all, I mean,
I couldn't do that, Alicia.

- Listen, I can let
you have say 15 or 20.

Go to a hotel for a day or two.

Ancl when I get back, I'll
find you another place.

Maybe I could square
things with Mrs. Grant.

I'm pretty good at that.

- No, I couldn't.

I appreciate this very
much, but I can't.

I'll see what I can do.

I've caused enough.

I'll stick it out.

- Well, if you can
manage to stick it out

for a couple of days,

I promise to find
you something else

but take a few dollars with you.

Go to the movies,
museum, something.

It'll do you good.

- But that'll leave
you with nothing.

- Oh, don't worry, I
don't need it, take it.

Go ahead.

(soft music)

(kids chattering)

- Oh, excuse me,
I'm sorry, please.

I've got to talk to you.

Wait a bit and follow me.

It's terrible.

Yes it is.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

Anyway, I just don't believe it.

- [Margaret] What did Mrs.
Grant tell you, Mr. Whitman?

- Call me Jack, please.

Not very much.

She was quiet.

I mean Edie that is.

She was going with a
guy, they'd broken up.

Somehow it just didn't work out.

He was going to
marry someone else.

I knew all of that anyway.

I spoke to him and he couldn't
throw any light on it either.

But to take her own life, she
just wouldn't have done it.

She wasn't the kind.

I mean, some people
they might but not.

I've gone to the police,
but they were no help.

Don't you see?

I mean, she just
wasn't that type.

Do you know what I'm saying?

- Are you sure?

- Yes, Margaret, I'm quite sure.

I'm her brother.

Look, no matter
what, I won't buy it.

I'm not putting it very well,
do you know what I mean?

- That kind of a destructive
impulse is a lot deeper.

Something that's
there all the time.

Just waiting for the
chance to come out.

- [Jack] Exactly,
and that wasn't Edie.

- Excuse me, sir, can
I get you anything?

- Yeah, how about a
sandwich, Margaret?

They have the best roast
beef sandwiches in town.

- That sounds good.

A sandwich would be great.

I am rather hungry.

Thanks.
- Two, you're welcome.

Give us two beef sandwiches
and some hors d'oeuvres,

something like that, okay?

_ Qkay-

- Have you been here before?
- N0, why?

- You said their beef
sandwiches are the best in town.

How did you know that?

- I'm just gullible.

(laughing)

Look, I don't want you
to get in any trouble

snooping around there,
but if you see anything

or hear anything,
you'll let me know.

- Of course I will,
don't worry about that.

- Good.

- [Waiter] Here you are.

- Put it here.
- That sure looks good.

Thank you, that's fine.

(gentle music)

ls something wrong?

- Jack, was your sister
in any kind of trouble?

I mean like legal trouble,
something like that.

- Well no, of course not, why?

- Nothing, I wasjust wondering
about something, that's all.

Nothing really.

(tense music)

- Just a second, Mr. Dreese,
I want to show you something.

What do you think
of this, Mr. Dreese?

- Very good.

- Jack, well, come in buddy,
what are you doing here?

- I want to talk to you Charlie.

- Sit down, man, sit down.

Can I get you a beer?
- No thanks.

- Well sit down.

Claire ought to be home soon.

She went out, wherever
the hell it is they go.

I'd like you to meet her, Jack.

She's a great little
gal, just like Edie was.

I'm sorry, Jack,
I wasn't thinking.

I shouldn't have spoken
about your sister like that.

I'm sorry.

- That's okay, life goes on.
- Yeah.

Did you see Edie after you
broke up with her, Charlie?

- Well, I was going
with Claire then.

- I know you were going
with Clair, Charlie,

but did you see Edie?

- Well a couple of times, I
guess, you know how it is, Jack.

Jesus, you made me feel like--

- lt doesn't matter what
you feel like Charlie,

not interested in
your romance with her.

I just want to
know how she died.

Look, was she in any trouble?

- Why no, she was fine.

- What do you know
about that house?

- What house?

- That house she moved
to, the Grant house?

Why'd she move there?

- I don't know, maybe she
wanted to start a new life.

- Why?

- Christ, I don't know.

People do funny things.

Broads do funny things.

Who the hell knows what they--

- But they don't commit suicide

when they haven't got a
history of being despondent,

when they're not that bad off.

- Okay, so they don't,
I'm not a shrink.

What do I know?

You want a beer?

- No.

- Oh, hello.

- Claire, this is
Jack, Jack Whitman.

You know Edie's brother.

Jack, my wife Claire.

- I'm pleased to meet you.

I'm sorry to barge
in on you like this.

- Oh, that's
perfectly all right.

I'm truly sorry you haven't
come on a more pleasant trip.

I met your sister just once.

She was a very lovely girl.

- Thank you.

- She must have been very
down after that ordeal.

- After what ordeal?

- She just means
that being lonely

and all that, in the city.

- Cut thejazz, Charlie,
what is she talking about?

- It's nothing, Jack, really?

- I said, what is
she talking about?

- Tell him, Charlie,
I thought he knew.

- All right.

When I was going with
Edie, Jack, well you see,

it was like this.

We got in a little trouble.

This other guy.

Well we started lifting
stuff from stores.

We were getting away
with a few hundred bucks

worth of stuff a week.

And some mob guy I know it
was taken it off our hands.

It was easy.

And then we started breaking
into places at night,

getting away with a
whole bunch of stuff.

We just roll a truck up
to some of these joints,

grab whatever we could in
five, 1O minutes and split.

Like nothing to it, you know.

- [Jack] Edie was with
you on these trips?

- No, no she wasn't.

I give you my word, she wasn't.

We just stored some of
the loot at her pad,

watches, jewelry,
stuff like that.

Ancl she made a couple
of calls for us,

like setting up appointments
with the fence guys,

stuff like that.

And that's all she did, honest.

She did it for me, I guess.

Anyway, they caught us.

I still don't even know how.

They had everything on us.

- Did Edie go tojail?

- Yeah, but she was only
there a couple of weeks.

The charge against her
wasn't very serious.

She got a year on probation.

Me and Willie,
that's the other guy,

we copped a plea and
got three years pro

and suspended sentence.

That's it, Jack,
that's all of it.

There isn't anything more.

- Not quite.

How did she get to Mrs. Grant?

- I really don't know.

Somebody up at the jail
must have told her.

Maybe this Mrs. Grant
has some contact

with the matron up there and
when somebody needs a place

they help them out.

What are you going
to do now, Jack?

- I don't know.

Do some more checking, I guess.

- Look Jack, if
you need anything.

I mean, if you want me for
anything, call me, anytime.

Okay, Jack?

okay

- I wish he'd drop this.

I'm scared for him.

(ominous music)

- Now don't forget, Frank,
you can take Mr. Morrow

to the country later.

- Yes sir, I know.

- Good.

Good.

(gasping)

- Can I help you?

- You startled me.

I was looking for the bathroom.

- It's across the
hall, I believe.

- Thank you.

- That's Frank's workshop
you were looking at.

It's so easy to get lost
in these old houses.

(toilet flushing)

- It was a fascinating
evening, wasn't it?

- Yes dear, goodnight.

- Thanks for coming. We
hope to see you again.

And thank you for coming.

- Thank you so much.

- I know you can't agree
with some of our ideas--

- Shh, I come as a friend,
Mary, not an adversary.

I wish you'd come
to me sometime.

- Sometime, for tea.

- All right, but I
don't mind telling you

that you disturb me, Mary,

you need to blame
someone for Carl's death.

You make up stories about it,
a different one each time.

And now you advocate, well,
vengeance as a way of life.

- I don't think you
understand us, my friend.

- Oh yes, I do.

You recognize no
power, no intelligence,

no justice beyond your own.

- And you deify an
institution created by man.

Laws are arbitrary foolishness,
that's why there's evil.

You refuse to make the
individual face it on his own.

- [Jack] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(chafieflng)

(ominous music)

(knocking)

- Hey, you could pull
my arm out of joint.

- Jack, what are you doing here?

- Come on over, come over and
see the awful room I rented.

- Well, I dunno if
I like this or not.

You can practicallyjump
right into my room from there.

- Do you think so?

Well, let's see.

- No Jack, don't.

You're libel to kill yourself.

- Okay, I'll tell you what.

Come on over and have breakfast.

I'll meet you downstairs
in five minutes, okay?

- Well, if l don't--

- If you don't you won't get
any breakfast, that's what.

- Okay, let me get Dreesed.

- The place isn't
the Hilton, but.

- How did you manage to find it?

- Well, I thought it
would be a good idea

to stay in this neighborhood.

- I'm glad you did.

- And they had a
vacant room downstairs.

There was an old gentleman
who was living here

and for the price of a bottle
of scotch, he let me have it.

- Well, it makes me
feel better about it.

- It does?
- Mm-hmm.

You know, they're
strange people.

I mean the Grants
and their friends.

The first day I
came to that house,

I thought a man
was following me.

Then I figured I was
just imagining things.

But last night I
saw the same man

coming out of that
room with Frank.

It's no, it's no coincidence.

- No, that's no coincidence.

Remember you asked me if my
sister was ever in any trouble?

- [Margaret] Yes.

- Why?

- I got in some trouble
and was arrested.

But it was all a mistake

and everything's cleared up now.

But I was in the woman's
jail for two weeks.

- I see.

We've got to find somebody
else who lived in that room.

There must be others.

- There has to be
somebody somewhere.

- Listen, there are stores
in the neighborhood,

cleaning shops, grocery stores,

maybe someone would
remember bringing something

to someone living there
beside the Grants.

All we need is a
name to start with.

- Well, that's great.

We can try it.

We'll get to the bottom
of this, don't worry.

- Good, I'm glad you're with me.

- Me too, Jack, I don't
feel so alone anymore.

I haven't felt this
good in a long time.

It's crazy.

- Yeah, it's crazy.

(kissing)

(romantic music)

- Jack.

- [Mrs. Grant] Margaret.

- Oh hello, Mrs. Grant,
I was just going out.

- I see, there is a young
woman I wanted you to meet.

Can you join us for a moment?

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Grant,
but I'm a bit late.

Can we make it another time?

- Oh, I'm sorry too, Margaret.

But no matter, I can arrange
it for some other day

that's convenient for you.

I'm sure that you two

would get along just
splendidly, my clear.

Now you'd better run along.
- Goodbye.

- [Mrs. Grant] I'm sorry, Maria,

she's hurrying off somewhere.

I did want you to meet her.

- Oh, that's all right,
Mrs. Grant, some other time.

You certainly have
a lovely home.

- Thank you.

Shall we sit down?

Did you see the pictures of
our place in the country?

- Oh yes, that's a
beautiful place, Mrs. Grant.

- I'll take you there sometime.

Perhaps Margaret can come too.

- It would be fun.

- Yes, that would be fun,
Maria, it's delightful.

The flowers, I do so love
the country, I really do.

- Where is your place?

- Oh, it's out in the country.

I love the country, yes.

(engine revving)

- The driver said there
was a girl named Biyanki

in some little town,
which is near here.

So we'll try it, hold that.

The town's called Manziana,
I marked it on the map.

The guy didn't know the address

but he said it's a small town

where everybody knows everybody.

- Two streets down,
then turn right.

It'll be the third house.

- Third house.
- Number six.

- Two down and
turn right, thanks.

- Welcome.

The Craigs only ever hung out
with Americans here in Rome

Only Americans ever came here

- Keep your fingers crossed.
- Uh-huh.

- Hello, are you Miss Biyanki?

- No, I'm Mrs. Craig.

I used to be Miss Biyanki.

- Sarah Biyanki?

- Why no, Sarah is my sister.

- Can we talk to her?

- What do you want?

Sarah, isn't living
here at this time.

Can I help you?

- Could you tell us
where we could find her?

- I'm trying to find out
something about my sister.

She used to live
in the same house

that your sister
did in the city.

- Is that the Grant house?

- Yes, that's right.

- Come in.

Sarah was always a
high strung girl.

Even as a child,

She was talented.

She could paint quite well,
but she, she was very unstable.

- That fits doesn't it?

- Yes.

People in trouble,
one way or another

- She would get very depressed.

She was in and out of
psychiatric offices.

I was always afraid she might,

well, as I said, she'd
just get very depressed.

Wouldn't be able to work at
a job or clean the house.

Or do anything except cry.

Or lie on her bed all day.

Nothing seemed to help her.

She was very unhappy, I guess.

Then she said she met
some very wonderful people

and they were showing
her the way at last.

- What did she mean by that?

- I really don't know,

some kind of mystical
or spiritual experience.

It was perfect for Sarah,
something exotic, off beat.

She wasn't out of
her mind, you know,

she was just an unstable
girl searching for something

and never finding it.

- But where is she now?

How can we talk to her?

- Well, like I said, she
wasn't out of her mind.

She is now.

She's in an institution.

She hardly speaks
and when she does,

she isn't very rational.

- How did this happen?

- [Mrs. Craig] We don't know.

She was found by a
farmer one morning,

about 5O miles from here,

wandering along a country
road Dreesed in a nightgown.

- Mrs. Craig, I know this
may sound useless to you,

but could we see her?

I mean, you never know.

- You're wasting your time.

It isn't a pleasant experience.

- I know that, Mrs. Craig,
but I've got to see her.

- Please.

- Well, all right.

I don't think it's wise however.

Allow me Miss

- Manziana, Mrs. Craig, this
is where they found her,

near Manziana, right?

- Yes.

- The police could tell
you nothing at all?

- They tried, I can't
blame them, they tried.

Sarah, I have good news for you

- Sarah, you have company.

Your sister and her
friends are here.

- She hasn't been responsive
for the past few days.

Just stares out the window.

Why don't you try not to stay
too long, might upset her.

- Sarah, how are you, dear?

There are some people
who'd like to meet you.

Maybe you could help them.

Can you understand me, Sarah?

- Let me try.

Hello, Sarah.

My name is Margaret.

I'm living in the house that
you used to live in, Sarah.

I need your help.

Do you remember
Mrs. Grant or Frank?

Do you know a man by
the name of Mr. Dreese?

Do you remember them?

Do you remember the
house, room number two-A?

That was your room.

You do remember.

(grunting)

Don't you, they took you,

took you out to the
country, didn't they?

Would you tell me where it is?

Where, Sarah?

- It's hopeless, you see.

- She's recalling something.

- You won't get much out
of her, I told you that.

- That's an interesting
painting, Sarah.

That house, is that the house
they took you to, Sarah?

What did they do to you?

Something terrible, right?

"Their punishment shall match the
evil in their souls." -F. S. Lopez

(screaming)

(tense music)

(whipping)

- What do you remember, Sarah?
- We should go

Jack, look at those paintings.

The masked figure
always appears.

- Yeah.

- Jack, that first night,
when I had that nightmare

I saw a figure just like that,
that cape, the hood and all.

I wasn't dreaming.

- Let's go, come on.

(glass breaking)

I'll never forget Sarah Biyanki.

What could they have done
to make her like that?

- Something happened
that pushed her mind

over the edge into madness.

- Margaret, it's too
risky, it's too dangerous.

- It doesn't matter.

Jack, look, we must go on.

That masked man, the one
who was in Sarah's paintings

was in my room.

We got to get to
the bottom of this.

- How you doing?
- I'm doing all right.

- See ya.
- Young love, nothing like it.

(tense music)

- Jack, Jack!

(film flickering)

(Margaret screaming)

- Margaret, Margaret!

(lamp crashing)

(Margaret sobbing)

(blood squirting)

(glass breaking)

(intense music)

Help!

- Hey man, what's happening?

- Come on, help me.

- Sure.
- Come on, man, hurry.

Thanks, here.

- Help me, let me out!

Oh Frank, Frank!
- Be quiet.

- Please, get me out of here.

- I can't.

- Frank, you'll
help me, won't you?

- You like me, you
told me you did.

Remember when we
walked in the park?

- I remember.

- Listen to me, Frank.

I want you to get
me out of here.

They want to hurt
me, maybe kill me.

- That's not true.

- Yes, it is, Frank, it is true.

They've done it to others.

You're a nice man, Frank,
and they're using you.

You can't help people by
hurting them, that's crazy!

Frank, now look,
I need your help.

I want you to save me.

- I can't.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I have to--
- Listen, Frank!

That man, that man,
the one who was in

the mask and cape, who is he?

- I don't know.

- Frank, he's an insane killer.

He's crazy.

He hides behind that
mask in order to,

in order to kill and maim.

Don't you see?

- I can't talk to you now.

I have to go.

I brought some clothes for you.

"The guilt of the soul
is the joy of the law" -Torquemada

OK, I'll be right there

Hey, taxi!

(machine whirring)

(ominous music)

- I got here as fast as I could.

This is my friend, Willie.

Willie, this is Jack.

- Hey Jack.
- Hi.

- Hey, where's the action?

- Manziana, you know it?

- That's about 3O miles.
- Let's go.

(engine revving)

- I brought you
something to eat.

- Can't eat, I'm scared.

- You eat, Margaret.

- Get me out of here, Frank!

- Eat something, Margaret.

Everything on the
tree, everything.

(woman squealing)

- Adulteress.

- No.

(slapping)

You must be scourged.

- You will pay, in pain.

In pain.

- Wait, go the other way
up the stairs, hurry.

- She won't go far, Frank.

(tense music)

- Frank!

(screaming)

- Come, my child.

(crying)

- Yes, I want to repent.

- To excoriate, to cleanse,
that is our mission, child.

- Yes, yes, forgive me.

- Cleanse, that is our purpose.

- Yes, yes, forgive
me, forgive me.

- There is no forgiveness,
there is no forgiveness.

- We will cleanse your evil.
- Help me, please.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Don't, don't hurt me.

- In pain, in fear, scourge!

- No, no, please, please.

Please, I'm sorry.

- Repent!

(screaming)

(tires screeching)

- What is this?

(punching)

Son of a!

Gimme a hand.

(speaker voice muffled)

(glass breaking)

- It really doesn't matter.

Nothing can save you now.

Evil must be dealt
with in its own terms.

Remember, you can't
get away from us.

- You tried to defy us.

It's too late now for you.

- You're crazy, all of you!

They'll come and get you, you
want them to come and get you.

- It's too late, Margaret.

- It's too late for you.

If you live in flames,
you will die in flames.

Isn't that the way it goes?
- Enough!

- You're proud, Margaret, you
will pay for your arrogances.

- As Frank did, Mrs.
Grant, your own son!

What stories will you
make up about him?

- Frank?
- Yes.

His kindness was too
much for you, wasn't it?

- Frank, what are
you talking about?

- He's dead, Mrs. Grant!

- No!
- Strangled to death.

- He betrayed us.

- Oh no, my own son!
- Be quiet!

(flames roaring)

(screaming)

- Margaret!

- Oh Jack!
- Margaret.

- It's horrible.

- Come on.

(evil laughing)

- Stop!

(tense music)

(glass breaking)

- Alicia!

(screaming)

Hey, carry this.

- Take these, will ya,
Charlie? We're gonna walk home.

- You were wonderful.

- Thanks, Charlie,
we'll see you later.

- Bye for now.

Well, I still
gotta find a place.

- [Frank] I guess so.

(horn honking)

(laughing)