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Wes Cravens Presents They Horror
2002 [H246-mp4] Subtitles English

Mom?

Mommy?

Mommy!

Are you okay?

No. I'm scared.

It's just thunder, sweetie.

I know. I'm scared of thunder.

Can I sleep with you tonight?

You're almost six, Billy.

I think it's really important that
you learn to sleep in your own bed.

Even when it's thunder
and lightning?

Even when it's thunder
and lightning.

But mom...

But what?

They come for me when it's dark.

Honey, nobody's coming for you.

Except maybe me if you
don't go to sleep.

Okay?

Okay. Check first?

Yes sir.

Do you want to look?

Daddy and I are
right downstairs.

If you pull the covers
over your head,

you're safe, right?

Right.

Okay.

I'll leave the door
open a crack, okay?

Okay.

Mom?

Mommy?

Mommy!

It's mom. I'm not going to make
my Friday visit, but honey...

What else is new?

You got to keep up
with those pills.

Yes mother.

Julia, hi, Doctor Crowley.

The thirteenths fine for
your thesis defence.

Say nine a.m.

I'll let Professor Essex know.

Please confirm as soon
as you can. Thanks.

Jules, take off the bike
shorts and listen to me...

The ambulance threw a rod
so I'm switching shifts

and I got the night
off, are you free?

Julia, it's Kim.

Join us here in the 21st
century, huh, get e-mail.

I hate e-mail.

Think of it as an actual "date".

Foreign concept, I know,

but a break just might
free your fevered mind.

I can't go out tonight,
I have to study.

And don't say "I can't go out
tonight, I have to study."

I'm picking you up at eight.

You've done a year of research.

Presented your thesis...

So all that's lefts
the defence, right?

Hmm hmm. Then I've
got my Masters.

Great. Then you can
psychoanalyse me.

Well, I can do that now.

Come on, give me credit for
being a little mysterious.

Raised by puritanical
Midwestern parents,

you are hard-working,

honest to a fault,

and very, very empathetic.

Okay, my turn.

Raised by an overbearing mother,

you're passionate, driven,
maybe to a fault,

and just a little bit moody.

Moody?

The highs are high,
the lows are low.

It means you feel.

That's a good thing. Trust me.
That's why we're good together.

Body and soul.

Playing a good game of pool is a sign
of being well-rounded, you know.

Says who? Some dead English guy.

What do you want me to
say? I'm feeling it.

Let's see if you "feel it" when
some thing's riding on it.

Twenty's yours if you
sink it. Alright.

No pressure.

Oh.

One more time.
Double or nothing.

Driven to a fault,
remember? It's your money.

Al-right. Here we go.

Steadfast in their
stance on the issue.

Earlier this week civic
government announced...

- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.

Uh... sorry we're home.

We were just - actually - uh...

Reese kind of flaked on us so
we decided to be domestic.

Power crises intensify,

the spectre of rolling blackouts
goes from threat to reality.

Speaking of, you guys
pay the electric bill?

Tragedy struck a down-town
warehouse today...

Well, Paul, you see
there isn't... Come on.

You know what? We
were thinking, like,

why should we pay for something
we're not even going to get, right?

You got fired again.

Yeah.

So you don't mind
fronting us again, right?

Just, like, until I get back on
my feet, man, I swear to God...

It won't be long.

Anyone comes in my
room, they're dead.

You got it, man, you got it.

That's what I'm talking
about... It's not my fault.

Alone at last.

You gonna get that? I have
to... it could be Crowley.

On a Friday night? I paged him.

Hello?

Billy. Hey.

What's wrong?

I can't leave right now.

I'm kind of in the middle of
something. I could see you tomorrow.

Um... okay. I'll
come and meet you.

Hmm hmm.

I'll be there in a half hour.

Okay. Bye.

- What now?
- He didn't say.

But he sounded terrible.
He always sounds terrible.

The guy's permanently freaked out.
You know the shit he's been through.

Yeah, well, who hasn't?

Look, I know you guys are
close, and I'm cool with that,

even if you have known him
since you were, like, five.

But you can only expect so much
understanding from one mortal.

But you're not just any mortal.

I won't be long.

Julia?

Billy?

My god, I almost
didn't recognize you.

- What's wrong?
- I look bad, huh?

Terrible. What
happened to your hand?

It's... it's hard
to explain. Try.

- They're here!
- Who?

Billy, it's just a power
surge from the storm.

No, it's not.

Listen to me...

You remember those night
terrors that we used to have?

What, when we were kids?

That's when they marked
us. And now they're back.

Who?

- You see that?
- What?

Listen to me: When you hear a baby
crying, or you hear a kid crying

you keep moving, okay? Children can
sense them. It's your warning.

Warning against what? Also, they
affect the electrical things.

They affect the lights and the
phones. They... they affect things.

Billy, stop!! You're
not making sense.

Just tell me what happened.
What I am telling you.

They can't be in the light.

They hide in the dark
so you can't see them.

I mean I've been doing
research, and reading

and... I don't think I'm alone.
Poe... I think he saw them too.

His writing's dark, and hopeless.
And he went crazy too.

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

Well of course you don't. I have to
work nights so I can sleep days!

My own fucking mother has to look
at me like I should be locked up.

I even tried to find out if
there's other people like us.

I made friends, to see
if it wasn't just me.

And you know what I found out?

- What?
- Nobody can help me.

I'm going to help
you. No! You can't.

I shouldn't have called you.

No, you did the right thing.
Just try to explain it to me.

I'm scared.

I'm scared.

There's nothing to be
scared of. You're wrong.

Billy.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry for what?

No...

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Paul?

Paul?!

Paul?

Paul?

Julia?! Julia!

Julia... Stop!

JULIA!!!

Julia! Stop!

Hey, listen, I'm not going to hurt
you! I'm going to stay right here.

Honey, listen. Hey... hey...
there's nothing to be afraid of.

How did I get here? You must
have been sleepwalking.

It's nice to see someone
else born after 1950.

Hey.

So, how did you know Billy? We
were friends since we were kids.

I'm Julia.

Right... yeah... um... Billy
talked a lot about you.

Um... I'm Sam, this...
this is my room-mate...

- Terry. Hi.
- Hi.

Billy, Sam and I were
really close in college.

Yeah.

You were with him, weren't you?

- The night that he...
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Did he say anything to you?

Nothing I could understand.
It was all pretty incoherent.

Sort of like maybe he
was on something again.

You know he was taking Prozac.

I guess it didn't work.

Excuse me.

What?

Hey...

I just wanted to apologize for
Sam's comment back there.

The guy engages his mouth
before his brain sometimes.

It's okay. I'm just a little
over-sensitive right now.

We all are.

So, had you seen much
of Billy recently?

Yeah, until he moved back
here about 3 months ago.

Do you know what he was trying
to tell us with all this?

Maybe he was planning for a
really long camping trip.

Or that he was afraid of the
dark. I know that feeling.

You had night terrors
as a kid, right?

Did Billy tell you that?

Yeah. For a while that was
all he could talk about.

In fact, it is the reason
that him and Sam and I met.

- We all had 'em.
- What?

It's crazy, huh?

See, we all got really
close freshman year,

but it was only later that Billy
told us he had sought us out.

He was obsessed back then.
And what about lately?

He'd come to me,
recently, a few times,

babbling about how we
shared the same problem,

how we need to
stay in the light.

I guess I should've taken
him more seriously,

but I was so used to Billy
acting crazy, you know?

It never occurred to me that the
same thing could happen to us.

You are the string days
collected like tiny silk beads

and counted before sleeping.

Julia!

Hey, baby... Welcome home...

Are you drunk? I
prefer intoxicated.

Come on, I'm just having
a couple of drinks.

What's with all the hostility?

- I had an accident.
- What?

On the way home. I had an
accident. Are you hurt?

No.

Okay. Tell me what happened.

I was driving out in the
middle of nowhere and...

I thought something ran
out in front of me,

so I had to slam on the brakes
and I nearly went off the road.

Did you hit the 'something'?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

I thought I saw what...

I'm just not... exactly
sure what happened.

Okay, well, was it an animal?

I don't think so. Okay, so
what'd you hit, an alien?

I should have known...
I should have known!

Oh, hey...

No, I should have known that
you would make fun of me.

Well, what do you want me
to say!! I don't know.

I just know that
something scared me.

I've got my defence the
day after tomorrow.

I just don't need to come home
and find you getting wasted

with your idiot room-mates!!

Look, let me tell you
what I've been up to.

There was a thirteen car
pile-up on the 80 last night.

So for the past 24 hours I've been
cutting dead people out of their cars.

There's a difference between
what you've been through

and what I've been through.

Yours is in there...

Mine's out here.

Don't get confused
about which is which.

Billy must have been writing
in this diary since childhood,

so we thought you might
want to take a look at it.

Maybe you can make more sense
out of it than we could.

It's pretty deranged stuff.

Like this:

"Saw them again, beneath
my window, in the alley."

"Always in darkness and shadow."

"Where do they come from?"

"Could it be that darkness
is their way in and out?"

"Origins. Incubus,
bringers of nightmares."

"Grendels lurking
in the darkness,"

"can only assume that
light is my saviour..."

"Maybe it's all in my head."

"The insane nightmare
of a schizo."

You don't seem surprised
by any of this.

It's a lot like the stuff he
talked about the night he died.

It's not too surprising that
he would write about it too.

No, I guess not.
It's just that...

We were wondering if...

What?

If you've had any
recent 'night terrors'?

Yeah, actually, I have.

Us, too.

Ever since Billy killed himself,
I've had this uneasy feeling.

You know, like I'm being
watched or something.

I mean, I'm 24 years old,
and I walk in a dark room

and it's like I'm 5 again...

Come on, you guys.

We've all been through an
extremely traumatic experience.

It's only natural that certain
uncomfortable feelings

would be stirred up...

You don't remember.

Remember what?

How powerful those feelings
were. What do you mean?

When I was five,

I watched my sister drown in a lake
where we used to spend our summers.

Right after, I started to suffer
from terrible night terrors.

There was one
particularly bad night.

I woke up screaming my head off.

My parents finally managed
to get me to sleep,

and a couple of hours later, my
mother came back to check on me

and I was gone.

They looked everywhere:

In the attic. In the basement.
All over the house.

My mother was hysterical,

she thought I'd been kidnapped, or
I'd run off, or who knows what.

Then my father went
into the backyard

and he heard a noise in the
doghouse, of all places.

He stooped down, looked in, and
there I was, huddled in the back.

Naturally, he reached in. And...

that's when I stabbed him in
the eye with a kitchen knife.

I was convinced he
wasn't my father.

That he was some kind
of demon coming for me.

I was absolutely sure of it.

I haven't had that feeling
since I was a kid,

but I have it now... and
so does Sam, and...

we thought you might, too.

Julia?

Yes, Dr. Booth. I
hardly recognize you!

In fact, I don't recognize
you at all, but come on in.

It's hard to think of you as
that frightened little girl

who used to come in here.

My god, it's been what...

Twenty years.

Twenty years. It's a
wonder I'm still around.

So, what have you been
doing with yourself?

Well actually, I'm going for
my masters in psychology.

Psychology?! That's wonderful!

Now, tell me, outside of
studying, how are you doing?

I'm not doing that well, Dr. Booth.
That's why I came to see you.

I haven't been sleeping that well...
I think I had a recurrence.

A recurrence? Of
what? Night terrors.

What makes you say that?

A few nights ago, I woke up in my
bathroom... totally disoriented.

My boyfriend came to help
me and I attacked him.

Well, it certainly sounds
like a night terror.

It's not unheard of in adults...

But really quite abnormal.

Yes, that's right.

Night terrors can be part of
normal childhood development.

But I've found that the most
violent and persistent cases

occur in children who've suffered
profound emotional trauma.

If I recall, you came
to see me shortly after

your father took his own
life, isn't that right?

Yes.

So, your recent night terror could
possibly have been triggered

by an increase in
stress or fatigue.

Am I far off?

No. No.

Julia, why don't we
schedule a formal session.

I don't usually treat adults,
but since we have a history,

you could come in here, describe
the things you're going through,

and we'll try to figure out
if it really is a recurrence

of night terrors or if
it's... something else.

You scared the hell out of me.

Sorry...

What do you think went through
Billy's mind when he did it?

The bullet.

I don't know, Terry, the same thing
that goes through everybody's mind

before they kill themselves:

That they hate their life;

They're better off dead than
alive. Blam! Blam! Blam!

I wonder what it's like
to get to that place.

Terry, stop picking it or it's
never going to heal, okay?

It's not healing anyway. I might
as well get some satisfaction.

I think it's getting
worse. Maybe it's cancer.

There is something seriously demented
about you, do you know that?

You know, maybe I should've
gone to law school.

Like I said... demented.

Look, I'm going to go out, try
to detox for a little bit.

Are you going to be
alright by yourself?

Yeah.

Sure?

Yeah.

Okay. Bye.

Got you!

Damn rats.

Understanding your
Child's Dreams.

Hello? Hey, Julia. How goes it?

Lousy. I'm still on
chapter four in Crowley,

and I can't remember half the
other sources in my bibliography.

Well, look at the bright side.

If you flunk, it's only another 12
months of hell and another 20 grand.

- But it could be worse.
- How?

I'm not sure exactly.

Hey, listen Kim, will you call me
later? Make sure I'm still awake.

- Okay, bye.
- Thanks. Bye.

STATE MENTAL HEALTH ASSOCIATION

experiencing emotional
difficulty...

paranoid delusion...
subject claims demon...

Could somebody turn the
lights back on, please?

Hello?

Open the door!

Please, somebody help me!!

Damn it!

Moore's Theory of Discordance
postulates that subjects,

when presented with evidence
hostile to their world view,

experience disassociative
discordance

or fight or flight reflexivity.

And discordance
here is defined...

as... delusions of reality
stemming from childhood trauma

and... a heightened
state of anxiety...

Yes. Sorry.

By increasing the number of
familiar external stimuli

individuals will...

well, individuals will try...

individuals experiencing
discordance will...

Would you please excuse
me? Yeah. Certainly.

Hey, it's Julia. Leave a
message after the beep.

Julia, come on, pick up.
I know you're there.

I'm sorry about the other night.

So consider this the
official apology.

Besides, I want to hear
how your defence went.

I bet you knocked 'em dead,
but I need specifics,

so pick up the phone.

Alright, I can take a hint.

But I'm gonna harass you
until you call me back.

Hey, it's Julia. Leave a
message after the beep.

Paul...

Hello?

Julia. This is Sam.

Oh, hi.

I need to talk to you.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's Julia.

Yeah, come on in.

Okay.

Hello?

Sam?

Depressing, isn't it?

Look, I'm sorry
that I called you.

I just figured that you'd be the
only one that would understand.

Understand what? I mean,
you see it, right?

I don't know what I see.
But you can feel it.

You definitely feel that something
bad is happening, right?

Yes.

You see, you do understand.

Terry's missing.

What do you mean, 'missing'?

She didn't come home last night.

The rec centre called
me this morning.

And they said that they found her
bag with all of her stuff in it.

Sam, slow down. Maybe...

Maybe she just forgot her
stuff in her locker.

And what, left the building
in her bathing suit?

Did you call the police?

Yes, I did.

They're not going
to find anything.

I've been studying Billy's
diary ever since we found it.

You know, I can't seem to do much
of anything else. It's like...

Sam...

No, wait, wait. Just listen.

Okay, now I can't make
sense of all of it, but...

I was taken to their world when I
was five and marked, but it faded.

They only mark kids who
have night terrors.

Listen to this...

"Last week the mark reappeared."

"It means they're
coming for me."

Just listen to his
last entry, okay?

"I can't write much longer,"

"the mark on my hand
keeps getting worse."

"I can't stand it."

"I pulled out this thing
they planted in me."

Sam, Billy was unstable,
we know that.

No...

This is ridiculous... he'd had
problems since he was a kid.

We all did.

Now, don't you think it's possible...
that something that scared us as kids

has come back... to collect us?

What are you saying?

I never saw Billy's mark,
but I did see Terry's...

and hers looked a
lot like this...

Hi.

Hi.

What's your name?

Sarah.

My name is Julia.

Are you all by yourself?

Where's your mom?

Heaven.

Do you work here?

No.

I don't either.

I'm a patient.

Sarah... do you have bad dreams?

Sometimes.

What happens in your dreams?

They come for me.

Who comes?

They.

Why do they come for you?

To eat me.

Does anything keep them away?

Lights.

You think I'm crazy?

No.

Why don't you tell me what
you think it all might mean.

Our night terrors may not have been
induced by emotional trauma at all.

Maybe something really did
come for us when we were kids,

and planted something in us.

And whatever it was,
it left a mark.

Just like that little girl's.
And now they're coming back?

Yes! And that's why the marks
reappear. So that they can find us

and take us back to the place in our
night terrors... out of the light.

I know how it sounds.

Julia, you say you failed your
thesis defence with Dr. Crowley?

Perhaps you'd like
to tackle this case?

Subject is suffering
post-traumatic stress

from witnessing the suicide
of a close friend.

Influenced by the erratic
behaviour of two strangers,

she allows herself
to entertain...

the paranoid schizophrenic
delusions of her dead friend.

And why does she do that?

Because she feels a sense
of personal failure...

and guilt that Billy...

that her friend died.

And you are going to be an
excellent psychologist.

I'll see you on Thursday.

Thank you, Dr. Booth.

Oh, Julia...

If these demons were coming back,
wouldn't you have the mark too?

Remind me what I'm looking for?

Like an infected mark-thing.

Little, pinkish. Like
the size of a dime.

Well... nothing yet.

But it's early. Paul,
this is serious...

Okay. I'm sorry.
You're all done.

No marks.

You sure?

Double-checked, trust me.

Not that I'm complaining, you know,
but why'd you need me to do that?

I met these two friends of
Billy's at the funeral.

And?

Well, they both had
marks like Billy's.

And so I went to tell
Dr. Booth, and...

Oh, you're just gonna
think this is crazy.

Julia. Didn't we just search your
entire body and find nothing?

So, what have you
got to worry about?

You're right.

You're right.

Jesus!

Somebody!

Hey! Over here! Help!

Hey! Over here!

Come on!

Hey, Paulie! We're
going down to the...

Woah. Hello, nurse.
Get out! Get out!

You mad? Not mad.
I'm embarrassed.

But I'll get over it.

Troy may not, however.

I'm sorry about the
last couple of days.

Hey, you feel. Don't
apologize for it.

Good night.

I'll see you tomorrow.

And all for less than a dollar.

What do you think of that?

You can't beat that
kind of value.

As the power shortage
reaches critical levels,

residents are asked to save
energy and turn off the lights

in an effort to avoid more
rolling blackouts this weekend.

And in a related story, officials
say the rolling blackouts

will have an effect on
emergency services provided

in the largest
metropolitan hospital.

This comes as another blow to the
already beleaguered medical center

as eleventh-hour talks broke
down today between doctors

and hospital administration.

Hospital spokesperson
Jason Hildin

stated that the doctor's strike
is a foregone conclusion.

This is getting ridiculous.

On the lighter side
of civic news...

Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

Let me in!

I'm coming!

My God, what happened to you?

Julia, what happened?

Look at me.

Let me see you.

Look at me. Look!

Look!!

I've got it!

Just like Billy and Sam...

I've got this thing on me...

Jesus, how the hell
did you manage that?

Ouch!! Be careful! It hurts...

Don't move. Don't move.

There was... There
was this thing...

like a... like a big splinter,

and I pulled it out of me...

I pulled it out of me...

You pulled what out of you?

It was in my head. This
thing was in my head!

Slow down. Slow down.
What was in your head?

I don't know... like a kind
of a bone... or something...

I don't know... they grabbed
me in my apartment.

In my apartment, they
tried to get me...

I ran down the street and I...

I was in this bathroom and...

Because of the light.

It has something to
do with the light.

I think that they can't
be in the light.

Billy wrote it all down...

Drink this.

And electricity!!

Which is why the whole
blackout thing...

They could be everywhere... Sit.

- No... everywhere.
- Sit down.

Okay, take a few
deep breaths, okay.

You'll be asleep soon. Asleep?!!

I'm not going to go to sleep!

Honey, you need to go to sleep.

Okay?

I can't go to sleep!

What did you give me??!!

Don't touch me!
Get away from me!

Listen to me! Nothings
going to happen to you.

I will not let anything
happen to you.

I won't let anything
happen to you.

Now, sit down. Sit down.

I'm going to get you
some clean clothes,

and then I'm going to take
care of everything... okay?

Alright?

Alright.

Everything you're feeling
is perfectly understandable

considering the week you've had!

The best thing you can do is just
stay here and get some rest.

No!

No! Let me out!

Somebody!

Wait! No!

No!

Stop!

Stop!

No!

Help!

Hey!

This really isn't like
her. She's just confused.

All we can do is to wait, see
what happens. Make sure that...

Julia!

It's okay. It's okay, Julia.

It's okay. You're safe now.

You're safe.

Did you think something
was attacking you?

They found you in the
subway... With a concussion.

You're pretty banged up.
Let's get you back into bed.

I was trying to get
to the red light...

Okay, we'll work all that out.
But right now you need to rest.

Every thing's going to be fine.

How could she get out
of a locked room?

That door was bolted.

Julia?

What is it?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Help!

Help me! I'm here!

Help me!

I'd better go call security.

Help me! Hey! I'm here!

Help!

Are you coming?

Wait! I'm here!

Nooo! I'm here!

I'm here!

No!