All language subtitles for The.House.by.the.Cemetery.1981.REMluRay.H264.AAC-VXT

Steve?

Steve, are you dressed?

Come on, it's late.
I have to get home.

I don't want to be put
on restriction again.

Steve!

Steve?

Are you there?

Listen, if you're trying to scare me
I don't think it's very funny.

This place gives me the creeps.

Steve, I warn you. I'll never come here
with you again.

Steve... come on, where are you?

If you don't quit it, I swear
I'm going to split without you.

Steve...

Steven, where are you?
Please, answer me!

Steve!

The house by the cemetery

Bob?

Bob, where are you?

Bob?

You still have to pack away your toys.

Now, which ones are you
going to take with you?

Bob, I'm talking to you.

Bob

Bob, will you please wake up?

- When daddy gets home, we...
- Mummy...

What's the matter?

Mum, why does that girl keep
telling me I shouldn't go there?

What girl, Bob?

The one standing at the window
in that house.

At the window?

We don't have time to play games.
Daddy will be home any minute.

I guess she had something to do.

Let's say you never saw her
in the first place.

Yes, I did. I saw her face.

She was waving.
I could read her mouth.

And did she say anything to you?

She said that I shouldn't go over there.
Why did she say that, mum?

Well, I don't know, Bobby.

Maybe because she didn't want you to
pack your toys how you're supposed to.

- Come on, lazybones.
- I wasn't tricking you, mum. Honest.

May.

May.

Time to go, may.

Time to go home.

No, I can't go now.

It's important.

I can't.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Lucy still hasn't made up her mind.

You have guts picking up someone
else's research at its most critical point.

Especially a scientist
of Eric Peterson's calibre.

You're the only man who can keep
this project from going down the drain.

Apart from the 5,000 more
you'll be earning per year,

you were Peterson's protégé and,
I believe, one of his best friends.

I know you are itching
to clear up his suicide.

Tough one to explain. But I know
you'll get to the bottom of it.

Well, I'll try.

When this project gets published,
it'll have just your name on it.

- Think what authorship can mean.
- Yeah, publish or perish.

What do you think Eric would have
done in that situation?

Well, I don't know.

No idea.

- Apprehensions?
- Yeah.

It's scary.

He organized the project...

- Got it underway...
- I'm glad he did.

And then, for no reason,
abandoned everything.

Slaughtered his mistress and...

And there he was, researching suicide.

The times we have to live in.
Taxi!

Well, boy, when school's over,
I'll drive up there to see you.

I adore new england.

I'll be looking forward to it, sir.
Bye-bye.

Why my plants?
Penny's going to water them.

- They're pretty.
- New england's full of plants!

- Be careful. Give it to me.
- I don't trust penny.

- What do you think? Everything here?
- I don't know how we'll fit it all in.

- Think positive.
- Have you been to see mrs Peterson?

No. No need to.

All his reference material
is right there in the library.

Well, after all,
he was a colleague of yours.

Let's just say we worked
in the same field.

But darling... you could have at least
gone to pay your condolences.

What do you say to a widow
whose husband had another woman,

and one fine day slaughtered that other
woman after which he hanged himself?

After mummy changed her mind for
the tenth time, the place was rented.

- My fault, huh?
- So, where are we going to live?

In a nicer place,
thanks to professor Mueller.

- Otherwise, you'd sleep in a tent.
- I wish.

Ah, welcome to new whitby. Tired?

A little nervous.

Come on, you're going to love it.
Smell that country air.

No

No... no, don't do it.

There's the agency.

Stay there, Bob.
We'll be back in a minute.

- Will you get some candy?
- After dinner, if you're a good boy.

I'm so late, I'm sorry.

How do you do? I'm Laura gittleson.

- Nice to meet you.
- You could already start to fill this out.

Sit down. I'm going to get
the keys for you.

I don't know exactly
where I put them but... ah, yes.

You can move in when you want.
We haven't had much time to clean,

but I'm sure you two will find it
very comfortable.

Your brother said it's easy to clean.
Did they tell you it's the same house?

In any case, poor dr Peterson had
been there such a short while.

You've been there before,
haven't you, dr boyle?

No.

Get the keys, Harold,
would you, please?

What keys?

Ah

- The freudstein keys.
- Oak mansion, Harold.

Yeah, sure. Oak mansion. Excuse me,
I didn't mean to keep you waiting...

How do you find our little village?

It's not exactly New York,
but I'm sure you'll grow to like it.

I hope so.

'Bob.

'Bob.

"'M here.

'Behind you.

'On the other side of the street.'

- hello.
- Hello.

My name is may.
I've been expecting you.

My name is Bob. My dad is here
to do some research.

Yeah, I know.

However, I thought I told you
very clearly not to come.

I did my best, only mummy wouldn't
listen to me. Parents never listen.

- They do what they want.
- You shouldn't have come, Bob.

So now, you two just follow me.
That's my car over there.

Where's 7?

Mrs gittleson, hold on a second.

Go.

- Bob.
- Mummy! I saw the girl from the house.

- Why did you get out of the car?
- See the doll she gave me?

- She lives here too you know.
- I told you not to move!

But she called to me!

They promised to come
by Friday at the latest.

- I guess that's it.
- Thank you.

Not at all, my pleasure.

I hope you'll enjoy your stay
and your research, mr boyle.

I hope so too.

As soon as I get back in town,
I'll find you a babysitter.

- Very kind of you.
- For anything else, I'm here.

Ok.

Damn tombstone!

Well... house in the woods, quiet.

You're right.

Shades of walden pond!

- Norman.
- Yes?

This house is like the one
in your photo, in New York.

Yes, it's possible.

It's typical example
of the local architecture.

There are probably hundreds
of houses like it in the area.

You ready?

You've got six months
to contemplate nature.

Everyone to the starting line.

And they're revving up!

And they're off...

Now, you have water in the kitchen.

You know...

I was thinking... maybe Bob and I
should have stayed in New York.

Oh, for god's sake, again?

Stop with this, please.

After all, six months goes by real quick,
doesn't it?

Come on, don't you remember?

We decided it would be a vacation.

I do my research
and you and Bob can go out.

Great place for a vacation, isn't it?

Listen, honey.

It means another $5,000 per year.

Do you realize?

We can refurnish the apartment
in New York.

What's the matter?
It's only a doll.

Are you just tired, darling?

You really should take
those pills your doctor prescribed.

Why do you keep telling me
to go on with those pills?

I feel fine. I've never felt better.

They'll calm down your nerves.

My nerves are fine the way they are.
Besides, I read somewhere

that those pills can provoke
hallucinations.

Are you sure?

Well

you can't say the house isn't quaint.

I guess this must be the cellar.

And mrs gittleson had the door
nailed shut, quaint.

Say the word and I'll open it for you.

No. Go and fix the rooms first.

Tonight I'd rather sleep in a real bed.
Wouldn't you?

Alright.

Bob.

Bob. Look, it's time for nap, honey.

- No. I want to play.
- Don't whine.

Ean =: Th z= ele eats

are you mrs boyle?

Yes.

Mrs gittleson sent me over.

I'm Ann.

The babysitter.

Ann.

No, it's alright. You keep the car.

But you'll need it to get home.
Really, it's ok. I can take a bus.

- But you'll have the groceries.
- I don't have much to get.

- Who can argue? I'll take the car.
- Hi.

- Who was it?
- Mrs gittleson.

She didn't see me or
she turned the other way on purpose.

- Or maybe you need glasses.
- Maybe.

Are you on top of it?

Yeah. I feel a little bit better now that
I know that Ann is looking after Bob.

- A candle light dinner?
- Ok.

In the last two months, he came in less
and less and he acted differently.

I had the impression he was growing
obsessively jealous of Sheila.

Dr boyle, you will pardon
my indiscretion.

Please.

What was he so eager to discuss
with you back then?

- Back when?
- When you came with your daughter.

Don't you remember?
Last October, I think it was.

I never paid a visit to dr Peterson.

In fact, this is the first time
I've set foot in this town.

Are you sure?

Yes, of course. Positive.

And then I have a son,
not a daughter.

Strange. I could have sworn...

Mr wheatley...

You called me?

Ah, our precious Daniel Douglas.

If you need any books, documents,
reference material of any kind

feel free to call on our mr Douglas.

Thank you.

Everything's the way dr Peterson left it.

Those are his notes.

I didn't dare move any of his material.

Are you going to carry on
dr Peterson's research?

Of course.

Well... over here you'll find
all the medical reports

death certificates
and lists of missing persons.

What did Peterson need
that material for?

I don't know.

He asked me to get it.
I told him that. _.

The material wasn't pertinent.

- And?
- And _.

He answered that he was doing
a little private research.

Do you know anything about it?

No. But knowing Peterson
I'm sure it's something fascinating.

Well

if you need me, I'm in the next room.

Thank you.

You know where he hanged himself?

There. From that railing.

Do you know who that lady is, Bob?

- The wife of dr freudstein.
- Who's dr freudstein?

- Oh, it's all a lie.
- What's all a lie?

She's really not buried there.

Oh, I know.

She's not buried there.

"June 7th 1879,

"dr Jacob Allan freudstein is hereby
suspended from the medical association

"and banned from practising
the medical profession for life."

Bob?

Ann? Is that you?

Bob?

Ann?

Bob?

Ann?

Yoo-hoo!

I'm home.

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy...

What in god's name?

What's wrong?

Lucy.

Lucy...

Hi

How do you feel?

Better.

- Have Bob and Ann come back?
- Not yet.

Why can't we get something else
from mrs gittleson?

I mean, this house is so strange.

Sure I can deal with a graveyard next
door, but with a tomb in your hallway...

It's just something
you'll have to get used to.

This isn't New York - I know.

- Most old houses have tombs in them.
- No kidding.

- In the winter it freezes here.
- Is that so?

The yard is a rock so they bury
grandpa at home. Enough ghost talk.

- I've a surprise.
- What is it?

I did some clever scrounging

and, well darling, now we try
to solve the cellar door mystery.

No.

- We're home mrs boyle.
- Daddy, you're back from work!

- Guess what?
- What?

Today I saw my new girlfriend again.

And they said to tell you "hi". Also to
mummy. Hey, what are you doing?

I want to show mummy
there's nothing behind the door.

- How about giving me a hand?
- Sure.

This one didn't work, try one.

Did you see the girl
he was talking about?

- No.
- Weren't you with him?

Yes, all the time.

I've found it.

Only trouble is...

Thank you.

Rusty as hell.

Obviously, Peterson
wasn't interested in cellars.

It must have been years since...

- Do you see anything?
- Some old steps going down.

- Should I come with you?
- No, stay with Bob.

Norman! Ann!

Why did you shout like that?

Oh, it was just...

Norman, help me!

Daddy, daddy!

What's the matter?

I see. I'll tell mrs gittleson.

Please tell her we want to move
out no later than tomorrow.

Yes, very well.

Well, will it be difficult
to find another house?

I can't really say, but I don't think so.

Thank god. Don't forget now,
no later than tomorrow, ok?

Yes, very well.

I'll call mrs gittleson and have her
stop over this evening.

Goodbye.

That freudstein house..

That freudstein house..

No.

No. Uh-uh.

- It was inevitable.
- What?

That they want to leave
the freudstein property.

Oak mansion, Harold.

How many times do I have to tell you?
The house is now called oak mansion.

Yes, give the bad product a new label.
Well, call it what you will

but it's always been freudstein's house.

May.

May.

May, we have to.

I suppose so.

What were you doing by the window?

- Watching the house, that's all.
- You can't see it from here.

Come.

Time to go to bed.

Don't go inside.

Not inside.

Mr boyle?

Mrs boyle?

Is anybody home?

Mrs boyle?

Ann? Hello?

Ann?

Ann?

Mrs boyle?

Ann?

No!

Good morning, Ann.

Good morning.

What are you doing?

I made coffee.

What a shame you didn't come with us
to the restaurant last night.

Well, at least your parents must
be glad you paid them a visit.

Do you live far from here?

Good morning, professor.

- Norman...
- Yes?

That girl, Ann, is a real weirdo.
I can't get a word out of her.

Maybe she doesn't like me.

- Is it interesting?
- What?

Did you find anything interesting?

I don't know.

Peterson was reading up about
a certain dr freudstein.

Turn of the century surgeon

who had a penchant
for illegal experiments.

What's it to do
with his historical research?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

The best guess I can come up with

is that Peterson already was already
going off the deep end.

- Honey.
- Yeah.

That's why I have to take
a trip to New York.

Today?

Yeah.

I need Miller's okay to follow up a hunch.

Which is that Peterson's
suicide was somehow connected

with his research on freudstein.

Oh...

It's you.

- Surprised?
- Well

- it's Sunday and I thought...
- I know.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

Just a routine check.

One of my duties is to check all
the wings of the library on Sunday

when we're closed.

I won't disturb you any longer.
Excuse me.

I've got youl!

Only because I fell.
Otherwise you wouldn't have.

- Where are you going?
- I've to get home or mum will yell.

Mum's shopping and thinks
I'm up in my room napping.

- No, she won't get mad.
- Mummy told me I was not to go out.

- Don't go in the house, Bob.
- I'll just fake it and then sneak again.

See you.

- Wait for me.
- Under the oak.

Ok.

No, Bob. Don't go inside.
I warned you not to.

'It's been days and days
since I stopped work for this.'

'i can't eat. I can't sleep.'

'i can't stop now though. I got to...'

'I've lost all critical perspective.'

"the signs.'

"the warnings of this house,
freudstein's house.'

'that anguished crying and Sheila's
smiles'

'maybe I'm insane.'

'yes, this is all unreal.'

'freudstein's house draws
me like and infernal magnet

'and frightens me.'

'How many have wandered innocently
into the waiting spider web?'

'how many more are doomed to follow?"

"The smell of the rooms

"terrifies me and lures me on'

"the smell of blood .'

'how many more still to come?"

'Onward into the depth of this mystery.
I want to know.'

'know the worst.'

'onward...'

'find out.'

'find out!'

'freudstein! His voice.

'Is that his voice?'

'blood'

'blood!"

'Not only blood...'

'his voice'

' hear it now.'

1 hear it!

'I hear it everywhere!'

'He's here!'

'do you believe me now?"

'Do you believe me?"

'No!

'No!'

'No!

'No, not the children!

No

They're on the starting grid
set for the big race, yogi.

On your marks. Go!

Norman.

Norman...

Bob!

Where are you?

Answer me.

Come on, quit playing.

Bob?

Are you down there?

Bob

are you alright?

Do you want me to come down
and help you?

Bob!

Is that you?

Bob?

Please, answer me.

Bob, open the door!

The door, Bob... open the door!

Help Mel

open the door!

Bob, open the door!
Open the door!

- Help! Somebody help me!
- Ok, yogi.

We've got to go and rescue Ann.

Bob, open the door! Help!

Oh my god, open the door!

Bob!

No, nol

Ann?

Ann?

Ann?

Ann?

Bob?

Ann?

Can you help me?

Bob?

Ann?

Bob?

Bob!

- Mummy...
- Bob...

What's the matter?
What are you doing here, darling?

- It was awful. It was awful.
- Where's Ann? What happened?

I don't know. We were playing...

Were you playing? You mean she
was hiding and you got scared?

I was racing and I heard this scream

and I went down to the cellar
and poor Ann...

And?

- And they cut off Ann's head.
- What?

I did, mummy. It fell down the stairs
and was lying there.

- I saw it. I did.
- Bob, really...

- It's true, mummy, I saw it!
- It's alright.

You really scared me, you know that?

It's the truth, mummy. Honest.
I saw it roll down the stairs.

Bob, there's nothing there.
Believe me.

Hey!

Hey, what are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?
- I'm the caretaker. We're closed now.

I'm looking for a tomb.

- Whose tomb?
- Dr freudstein's.

Oh, you too?

- What do you mean?
- Well, you're not the first.

I ook friend

I came over 200 miles
to see this tomb and I want to see it.

Well, you shouldn't have bothered.
There is no dr freudstein here.

But

- according to the records, he is here.
- The official records don't mean a thing.

It's a lot of bunk that freudstein's
buried here.

Just gossip. Now come on,
the cemetery is closed. Let's go.

Do you mind?

Thanks, mummy.

Ann will come back. You'll see.

She's probably just gone
to visit her parents. That's all.

Go to sleep now, come on.

There we are. It's late.

Ann?
Mummy says you are not dead.

Is that true?

Ann?

Are you there?

Mummy!

Mummy! Mummy!

Mummy!

Mummy...

Mummy, get me out!

Mummy, open the door for me.
Let me out!

Bob?

Let me out! Open the door!

Let me out, mummy!

- Bob?
- Open the door! Help!

- Let me out!
- Bob!

Help me, mummy! Open the door
for me, it's scary in here!

- Don't worry, honey.
- Help me!

Let me out of here, I'm scared!

Stay calm. Mummy will get you out.

Mummy, hurry! I'm scared!

Use the key like daddy did.
I don't want to stay in here!

Just a minute.

I'm coming.

- Hurry up, mummy!
- Stay calm.

Mummy!

- Keep calm.
- Open the door. Help me!

Ok. I'm there.

- Turn...
- Mummy!

Open the door!

I et me out of here!

- Come on...
- Come on, open the door!

I know, I know... wait a minute.

Mummy!

Why don't you unlock the door?

There's someone in here, mummy.

Somebody's there!
Get the door open!

Mummy, help me!

He's coming to get Mel

- mummy, he's coming to get me!
- Bob!

Bob! Bob!

Mummy!

Lucy!

- What's the matter?
- Mummy!

- Is Bob in there?
- Yes.

We've got to get him out right now
and leave this house fast.

- What do you mean?
- Later. Where's the axe?

Where's the damn axe?

- Bob, keep away from the door.
- Yes, I will.

- Don't worry Bob, I'll get you out.
- Who's in there? Who's in this house?

Dr freudstein.

Peterson found out the truth,
that's why he killed himself.

What?

Bob!

It was freudstein that killed Sheila.

No!

He needs human victims
to renew his cells.

- It's how he stays alive.
- Bob ..

Bob!

Bob!

No, Norman!

Norman!

Bob... the steps, quick!

Hurry!

Mummy!

Mummy! Mummy!

- May...
- Bob.

May...

Time to go home and remember
your manners. Now that Bob's staying,

surely you can act like a freudstein.
Some other guest will surely drop in.

No one will ever know whether children
are monsters or monsters are children.