Original subtitles

(eerie synth music)

(birds chirping)

(train tooting) (chugging)

- Go, go, go!

Wow, he's going!

- I like the caboose. - Totally rad! Yeah.

- Come on! Go faster!

Come on! Faster!

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Oh! Come on, faster, go!

Come on.

- [David] Hey, watch this, watch this, watch this.

- Let me. - Okay.

(ominous music)

- Take it apart? Oh my God. (giggles)

Faster! Faster! - Come on! Come on!

- Wonder who that could be.

- Who's that from? - I don't know.

- From Harold! - (giggles) Oh my God.

(Susan laughing)

I'm gonna go get some cake.

(David imitating train)

(ominous music)

(items clattering)

Hey, David, quit it.

(items clattering)

David!

Look what my mom made for us.

(chilling music)

(Susan screams)

(Susan screams)

(train whistle tooting) (chugging)

- Mommy! Mommy! - Eva!

- What are you doing here? - Daddy brought me.

- Hi, Susan. - You're early, Tom.

- Well, I've got a few things to do.

Can't you take her now? - No, I can't.

I've got to go to the hospital and get my test results.

I'll see you at your place at 5:00.

Can't you get anything right?

(car horn honking)

- There's Mr. Right. - Knock it off, Tom.

Goodbye, darling. - Bye, mommy.

- Be a good girl, hmm? - Okay.

- Take good care of her. - Sure.

(somber music)

(Tom sighs)

- You all right? - Just tired. (sighs)

What an asshole. - Who?

- My ex-husband. (engine starts)

(dramatic music)

- This isn't gonna take long, is it?

- No, it'll just take a couple of minutes.

Be right back.

- Hey, wait.

Isn't this the hospital where they had

all that trouble last year? - What trouble?

- Some patient ran amok or something.

- Oh, please. I'll see you in a minute.

(eerie music)

(siren wailing)

(ominous music)

- [Male Announcer] Dr. Brinkman, please report to ICU.

Dr. Brinkman, please report to ICU.

- Yes, I'll tell Dr. Gary that you're on your way up.

Fine. Thank you, bye.

- May I help you?

- Yes. I'm here for the results of my check-up.

- Name? - Susan Jeremy.

- When were you examined?

- Last week, 7th of February.

- And your doctor? - Dr. Jacobs.

- [Female Announcer] Dr. Beam, please report

to the fourth floor.

- Yes, here it is. Jeremy, Susan?

- That's me. - Room 809, eighth floor.

- Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

(knuckles cracking)

- [Female Announcer] Paging Mr. Chadwick.

Telephone for Mr. Chadwick at the main reception area.

(elevator bell dings)

(eerie music)

- You could be more careful.

- Join me for dinner?

- [Female Announcer] Dr. Martin to admissions.

Dr. Martin to admissions, please.

- Happy Valentine's Day.

(elevator bell dings) (doors clatter)

(ominous music)

(door creaking) (eerie whispering)

(eerie music)

(Susan gasps)

- You shouldn't be up here, lady.

We're fumigating this floor.

- But the receptionist downstairs said the eighth floor.

- This is the ninth floor.

You better get out of here, kiddo.

You're gonna get yourself deloused.

- Sorry.

(eerie music)

(banging) Help!

(siren wailing outside)

- [Male Announcer] Dr. Jacobs, please report

to the ninth floor.

Dr. Jacobs, please report to the ninth floor.

- Ay-ay-ay.

- [Male Announcer] Dr. Jacobs, please report

to the ninth floor.

(Jacobs sighs)

(eerie music)

(door closes)

- Help me!

Somebody!

Help!

(Jacobs coughs)

(metal clanging)

(door slams)

(muffled scream)

(killer growling) (squelching)

Help!

Help me!

(elevator whirring)

(elevator bell dings)

- [Female Announcer] Dr. Carpenter, please report

to the front desk.

(eerie music) (heavy breathing)

Dr. Hart, please report to room six.

(knocking at door)

(heavy breathing)

- Dr. Jacobs?

- [Female Announcer] Dr. Kovak,

report to room 207 immediately.

Dr. Kovak, report to room 207.

(eerie music)

(items clattering)

(janitor coughing)

(suspenseful music)

(intense orchestral music)

(sinister choir chanting)

- It's Dr. Jacobs, someone's killed her!

She's inside, hanging in the cabinet!

Yo! Dr. Jacobs is dead!

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

Yo, man, you gotta give me a hand here!

You gotta do something!

(liquid dripping)

Hey, man, where are you?

(droplets trickling)

(janitor screaming) (groaning)

(head sizzling)

(heavy breathing)

(killer screaming)

(killer wailing)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

- Why aren't you answering it?

- It might be somebody I don't want to speak to.

- May be it's mother. Do you want to talk to her?

- Not particularly. - Please talk to her.

- Probably isn't her. - Please.

- Hello? - Dr. Davidson, Dr. Davidson,

report to emergency immediately.

Dr. Davidson, report to emergency immediately.

(ominous music)

(phone rings)

(heavy breathing)

(man coughing)

(IVs rattling) (monitor beeping)

- Can I help you?

- Yes. I'm looking for Dr. Jacobs.

- Have you tried the doctors' lounge?

- No. Where is it? - That way.

- Thank you.

(ominous music)

Excuse me?

- What's the matter? You lost?

- I'm looking for Dr. Jacobs.

- Come on in.

- Isn't she in her office? - No, she isn't.

- Well, I saw her around here a moment ago.

Coffee? - No, thank you.

- I'm Harry. - Susan Jeremy.

- Jeremy. Didn't I see your name on a check-up result?

- That's why I'm here.

- Look, Harry, do you think you could get that result

for me so I could be on my way,

and I wouldn't have to hang around here all day?

- Not without Dr. Jacobs' approval.

- Please?

- Okay. Come on.

- [Female Announcer] Paging Mr. Chadwick.

Telephone for Mr. Chadwick at the main reception area.

- Here we are.

Let's see, "Marcy John, Charles,

Susan Jeremy."

Ta-da. - Thank you.

- Not so fast.

First you have to sign the receipt.

(eerie music)

Sorry, Susan, but I need an MD to countersign it.

- Oh, come on.

No, it's hospital regulations.

- Well, you're a doctor, aren't you?

Sorry. Just a humble intern coolie.

Look, there's bound to be an MD around here some place,

so why don't we go find one?

- [Female Announcer] Dr. Martin to admissions, please.

(knocking at door)

- Come in.

- Hi, Dan. - Hello, Harry.

- Susan Jeremy, this is Dr. Saxon.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Dan, would you take a look at these for me please?

She's Dr. Jacobs' patient, but

you could handle it just as well, I suppose.

- Me? Why?

- Well, it's kind of urgent.

- Dr. Jacobs send you here?

- No, not exactly.

- Just read it, will you, Dan?

- What are you doing, Harry? You hustling?

I don't need any more patients.

All right.

- This is it. Thanks.

- See you around. - Okay, thank you.

- Sit down.

(ominous music)

- Will it take long?

Dr. Saxon?

- Has Dr. Jacobs seen these?

- I don't know.

Why? Is there anything wrong?

- Excuse me a second.

(rotary dial clicking)

(phone ringing)

(Susan sighs)

- Tom? - Mother?

- Eva.

Yeah, it's me. Give me a kiss.

Thanks.

Now pass me Daddy.

- He went out.

- Where'd he go? - I don't know.

- You're not there alone, are you?

- Yes, but he said he'd be back soon.

- You've gotta be kidding.

He left you there all by yourself?

- When are you coming?

- I'm gonna be a bit late, sweetheart.

Just wait for me,

and don't open the door for anybody, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay, bye.

(breathes deeply)

(eerie music)

- Miss Jeremy?

Will you come along with us, please?

Dr. Saxon is waiting for you.

- [Male Announcer] Dr. Brinkman, please report to ICU.

Dr. Brinkman, please report to ICU.

- What is going on here?

- Your results are inconclusive.

We have to run some more tests.

- But this whole check-up is just a --

- A what?

- A simple formality.

I've been promoted and I just need

some sort of medical certificate for my new insurance.

- No check-up is ever just a simple formality, Miss Jeremy.

- Dora, Kitty, you may go.

- Yes, sir. - Yes, Dr. Saxon.

- Now, get undressed.

Please.

Over there.

- [Female Announcer] Dr. Beam, please report

to the fourth floor.

Dr. Beam, please report to the fourth floor.

(ominous music)

- Dan. - Dr. Beam.

- What the hell happened to Jacobs?

- I have no idea. - I can't find her anywhere.

- Neither can I. And I'd like to locate her fast.

I'd like an explanation of this.

(hushed discussion)

Miss Jeremy, are you ready? - Yes.

- Would you sit down, please?

(stomach rumbles)

Breathe in.

Out.

Breathe in.

Out.

In.

Out.

(air hissing) (pumping)

Lie down on your back, please.

(stomach rumbling)

- I see you, Hal. What are you doing?

- Nothing, Miss Kay.

Just sightseeing.

- Go back to your ward.

- Breathe in. (Susan breathing deeply)

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Out.

Breathe in.

Out.

One more time in.

Out.

That's it.

Once again.

And out.

(suspenseful music)

(clock ticking)

- This is your bed. Wait here.

- How long is this going to take?

- Not long, only 'I the results come in.

(metal jingling steadily)

(beads rattling)

- Hello?

(sinister choir chanting) (heavy breathing)

(ominous music)

- [Female Announcer] Attention, please.

Attention, please.

All patients are requested to return to their rooms

at this time for final bed check.

All patients, please to return to your room.

Saint Augustine's Hospital would like to wish all of you

a Happy Valentine's Day and a good night.

(ominous music)

(typewriter clacking) (eerie music)

(doorknob squeaks)

- Hi, Suzy. - Hi, Nancy.

- Let's go grab a cup of coffee.

- (sighs) No, I've got to finish these reports

for this Susan Jeremy.

- (sighs) Well, can I bring you back something?

- No, thanks. I'm okay.

Got my pear. (both laugh)

- Okay, I'll see you later. - Okay, bye-bye.

(Suzy sighs)

(sinister choir chanting) (menacing music)

(muffling screams)

(Suzy screaming) (knife thudding)

(mice squeaking)

- Okay, Suzy?

Here you are, Dan.

- Did you read it?

- Just glanced through it. - Let's see it.

- Doesn't make sense.

- On the contrary, it's quite explicit.

- The symptoms are all wrong.

In fact, the symptoms are totally non-existent.

- Symptoms? Remember that cowboy in ward 117?

All his symptoms indicated he had acute hepatic infection.

And it turned out to be mumps.

- Christ, this is practically a fucking death warrant.

- Suzy, wait 'til...

Hmm.

(door creaking)

(Nancy screaming)

Somebody, anybody, help! Oh, they killed Suzy!

I don't know what's happened. They killed Suzy!

(Nancy gasping) (killer groaning)

(bones cracking)

(dramatic music)

- Well, I'm afraid we're gonna have to keep you

here for a while. - Why?

- Some discrepancies in the tests.

- But... - We'll have to keep you

under observation for a few days.

- Is it serious? - No.

It's nothing.

- You can tell me the truth.

Is it serious?

- Yeah. It might be.

(dramatic music)

(clock ticking)

(spoons jingling)

- They say she's terribly sick.

- But she's so young and lovely.

- Young and lovely on the outside, maybe.

Old and rotten on the inside,

putrid and foul. - Oh, what a pity.

- I wonder what ails her? - All her bones are decaying,

and her organs are all rancid.

And her blood is as malignant as slime.

- Would you just shut up!

(dramatic music)

- Oh, well, here she is, up and around already.

- I've got to get out of here, Harry.

This is unbearable, I just can take anymore.

- All right, fine. Now, just calm down.

I want you to tell me something.

How long have you been Dr. Jacobs' patient?

- Three years, maybe four. - Mm-hmm.

And when did she last give you a check-up?

- Two years ago.

- You know what the results were like?

- She said I was in great shape,

except that I had low blood pressure.

- Nothing else. - No.

Are you sure?

You're not holding anything back on us, now, are you?

- Of course not.

- Okay, I'll tell you what,

we'll go take a look at Dr. Jacobs' files.

(ominous music)

Just be cool. Now, this is highly irregular.

- What are we doing? - Shh.

Gonna check on something.

(door opening)

- Well, what about that? - What? What is it?

- Don't you worry, baby.

We'll have you out here in an hour.

- (sighs) Oh, thank God.

- You just go back to your ward and sit tight.

- Well, why are they keeping me here in the first place?

Dr. Saxon acts as if I'm dying or something.

- Don't you worry about that.

You let me handle it.

Somebody's trying to play a con job on you,

and I wonder who it is.

You just go back to your room.

(knocks softly)

Dr. Saxon?

(phone ringing)

Hello? No, no, this is Harry.

Yeah, okay, I'll be right up.

What floor?

Fine, be right there.

(car horn honking)

- Hello. - Yes, can I help you?

- Yes, I'm looking for Susan Jeremy.

- Is she a patient?

- She just came in to pick up some test results.

- I see. Let me try.

Yes. Do we have a new admission of Susan Jeremy?

I see. Thank you.

Try the eighth floor nurse's station.

I think they'll be able to help you there.

(eerie music)

- Oh, who are you looking for?

- Miss Susan Jeremy. I've been waiting for two hours.

- Well, I don't know whether

she can receive visitors or not.

- What? How come?

- Oh, Kitty?

Now, he wants to see Miss Jeremy.

- Are you a relative?

- What the hell do you mean?

- Better check with Dr. Saxon.

- What's going on here?

- Well, you see, she's under observation.

- Observation? Well, what does that mean?

- It means she's under observation.

- Well, that explains everything. Where?

- Okay. Around this corner, 8-B.

Make it fast.

- Jack! Oh! - Hey.

- Oh, God. - What is all this?

- They won't let me go. - Why? What's going on?

- They said something's wrong.

- Wrong? What do you mean? - I don't know.

They've been treating me

as if I've got leprosy or something,

except they won't tell me anything.

- Well, how do you feel?

- I feel perfectly fine. - Look, Sue, really?

- I'm all right, honest.

Except, I'm really worried about Eva.

Tom left her alone in his apartment.

She's sitting there, waiting for us.

Let's get outta here.

- Can you? - I don't see

who's gonna stop me.

- Okay. Get dressed, let's go.

- I don't even know where my clothes are.

I'll just go just as I am.

- You have to sign out or something?

- Why bother? I never signed in.

(tense music)

- Going somewhere? - Yes, I'm checking out.

- Take Miss Jeremy back to her ward, please.

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

- I'm not going back to that zoo!

- You'll have a private room. -I'm --

- Just as soon as one is available.

- I don't want a private room, I want out!

Out! - Come on, Miss Jeremy.

- Get your hands off me. Harry said I could leave.

- Harry did? On whose authority?

Take her back to her room.

- Come on, you gotta go. Now, calm down.

- Jack! For Christ's sake!

Don't just stand there! Do something!

- Come on. - Jack!

- Wait a minute! Is this necessary?

- Necessary? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm afraid so. - Why?

- She's very ill.

- Ill? Can't you tell me anything more?

Please, we're engaged.

- There's a bench outside of my office.

Why don't you go have a seat.

I'll fill you in later.

(ominous music)

- [Male Announcer] Will the gentleman waiting

on the eighth floor please pick up the hall telephone?

Will the gentleman waiting on the eighth floor

please pick up the hall telephone?

- I'm the only gentleman in the hallway.

Are you calling me?

Of course I'm still here.

I was told I could wait, so I waited. Yes.

Yeah, what? Room 9117

No? Wait, I can't hear you.

No, service to... right, right, I'll find him.

(suspenseful music)

(both scream)

- Jumping Christ!

You scared the shit out of me!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- (grunts) I'm sorry.

(ominous music)

(Jack coughing)

(eerie whispers chanting)

(spoons jingling) (clacking)

- Dr. Jacobs? Dr. Jacobs? - That's not Dr. Jacobs.

- Why, no, it's a fine young man.

- Well, where is Dr. Jacobs?

(suspenseful music)

(Jack coughing)

(eerie whispers chattering)

- [Man] Over here.

Come closer.

Is she your mistress?

- I beg your pardon?

- [Man] Are you sleeping together?

Does she let you hold her in your arms?

Can you touch her wherever you like?

In all her secret places?

- What is this, some sick joke or something?

(suspenseful music)

(saw buzzing)

Please, help me! Please, don't! (screaming)

(killer growling) (squelching)

(clock ticking) (eerie music)

(footsteps approaching)

(Susan shrieking)

Help me!

Oh! Help me!

Can somebody help me?

(men groaning) (equipment rattling)

(Susan screaming)

(tense music)

(Susan panting)

(door clattering)

(Susan gasping) (shrieking)

- It's all right! It's all right!

It's all right. - Jack! It's Jack!

- Jack left. - No, he didn't!

No, he's here. (sobbing)

Somebody cut off his head!

- Susan, you're being irrational!

- No! No! - Stop it!

- No!

- No! No! - Susan, stop.

- Cut it out!

Come on, Kitty, get her outta here.

Come on! Come on! - No! No!

- Okay, show us where he is. - No! No!

I don't wanna see him! - Come on, Susan.

- All right. Okay now, Susan, where is it?

- It's there in that box!

Go on.

(tense music)

Go ahead, open it.

- So you have an unknown admirer, Susan.

- It was Jack's head!

- It was only a nightmare, Susan.

- The hell it was!

- And did they see it?

- They weren't here.

- Oh, they weren't here?

- It was Jack's head!

- No, it wasn't. No, it wasn't!

I want you to stop this nonsense.

- Dr. Saxon, Harry got my medical chart

from Dr. Jacobs' file. - He what?

- He said there was no reason to keep me

in this goddamn hospital.

- He opened Dr. Jacobs' files?

- He said somebody's trying to con me.

- What'd he do with your chart?

- I don't know, he took it with him.

- All right.

There are photostats of all of the doctors' files

in the archives upstairs.

I'll check on it in the morning.

- Why not right now?

Go ahead, check it now!

- Here, Susan, take this.

Thatta girl.

Goodnight. - Goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

(heavy breathing)

(sinister whispering)

(lighter clatters)

(elevator bell dings)

(Susan screams)

- Give me a cigarette, huh?

What are you doing sneaking around this place?

I bet you're waiting for your boyfriend, huh?

- I'm trying to escape out of here.

- Hey, what's your big rush?

You know, stick around. We'll have a ball.

- How about a little kiss? (screaming)

(tense music)

(Hal growls)

(Susan breathes loudly)

(sinister music) (Saxon gasps)

(Saxon groaning) (Susan gasps)

(eerie choir chanting)

(blood gurgling) (gasping)

- (whimpering) Help! Help!

Help! Help!

(Susan crying)

No! No! - Get her sedatives!

Relax! What's the matter with you?

- No! No! (screaming)

- They're going to put her in the straps!

- That oughtta make her shut up!

- Stop! Stop it! (all struggling)

Get your hands off of me. Damn it, off!

What are you doing?

You stupid, stupid nurse!

I'm trying to tell you I just saw a murder!

- This is like the last time. - What are you doing to me?

You have no right to do this! (screaming)

- It's for your own good. - You stupid nurse!

Listen to me!

You stupid nurse!

Somebody killed him, he's dead!

Who do you think you are? This whole hospital is nuts!

Don't you people understand somebody was just murdered?

Let me out of this!

Please, help! - Get her hip.

- Help me! Help!

Don't you understand somebody was just murdered?

What is wrong with this hospital?

- Now what? - It's another seizure.

I'm not having a seizure!

- She said she saw someone kill Dr. Saxon with an ax.

- He didn't try, he killed him!

- Some sort of hallucinatory fit, just like the last time.

It looks like a typical attack of delirium tremens.

- Saxon was complaining of a lack of symptoms.

This is clearly symptomatic enough.

- What is wrong with everybody in this hospital?

(Susan groaning)

(Beam groans)

Why don't you listen to me?

I'm trying to tell you somebody was Killed tonight.

- Keep her under observation.

If anymore of this, I'm going to have to operate.

- I'm trying to tell you something!

Why don't you listen to me?

- Try to sleep, Susan. - Right!

Try to sleep? I just saw a murder!

You asshole!

Oh! Help me!

Everybody in this hospital has gone crazy!

Help me!

Oh, God, you just sit there like a complete moron?

Help me!

(ominous music)

(heavy breathing)

(screaming)

- Don't come near me!

Oh, God, help me!

Oh my God!

Help me! (screaming)

(muffled screaming) (sinister choir chanting)

(groaning in pain)

(suspenseful music)

(Beam retches) (sinister choir chanting)

(heavy breathing)

(sinister whispers chattering)

(Susan screaming) (intense music)

(muffled screaming)

(elevator bell dings)

Help!

(breathing heavily) (muffled screaming)

Help! Help!

(Susan screaming) (whimpering)

No! No!

No!

No! (screaming)

No!

No! (screaming)

(Susan crying)

(both breathing heavily)

(Susan gasps)

- Harry! - It's not Harry!

It's Harold.

Do you remember? It's Harold!

It's not Harry, it's Harold. Remember?

It's not Harry, it's Harold. Do you remember?

It's not Harry, it's Harold!

Do you remember?

It's not Harry, it's Harold. Remember?

Remember? Remember?

- (gasping) What do you want?

- What I've always wanted.

(breath trembling)

(sinister choir chanting)

Your heart.

(Susan screaming) - Is that you, Dr. Jacobs?

(Harold groaning)

(Susan screaming) (tense music)

(Susan panting)

(liquid dripping) (footsteps approaching)

(breathing struggles)

(Harold groaning)

(glass shatters) (Susan gasps)

(both breathing heavily)

(Susan screaming) No! No!

(Harold grunting) (groaning)

(Susan screaming)

(Susan whimpering)

(Harold groaning)

(blood squelching)

(Harold groaning)

(Harold panting)

(tense music)

(both screaming)

(Susan screaming) (Harold groaning)

(Harold screaming)

- Help! (screaming)

(Harold groaning)

(Harold screaming)

(somber music)

- [Eva] Mommy, Mommy!

(funky wah-wah music)