All language subtitles for The Nightmare Man [1981] Part 1.english

Goodbye.

(RASPING)

(KNOCKING)

- What are you doing here?
- Up to no good.

(BELL)

- Afternoon.
- Have you finished already, Mike?

I had two appointments all day.
One broken plate, one leaky filling.

I had the sudden urge
to go and hit a few balls.

- By yourself?
- You're never alone with a golf club.

Anyway, I don't mind when I cheat.

Working on next seasons souvenirs already?

Listen. There's more profit in these
than suntan oil.

I blame the Common Market.

- What do you charge for them, Fiona?
- Five like that. Ten if they're framed.

Amazing what people will buy on holiday.

Can I fix you a little
strychnine or something?

Or something, please.

Not in working hours.

- I'm not working.
- I am.

Zealot. I really only dropped in
to ask about dinner tonight.

Tonight? It's not Saturday.

Is Saturday the only
time we eat together?

I have it on good
authority that the hotel

got a crate of fresh
duckling on today's boat.

Mm. And Sheila Anderson
was on the same boat.

- Who?
- The blonde woman who bought Dove Cottage.

She eats at the hotel.
I don't think she can cook.

- I vaguely remember.
- Ogling her for an entire evening.

I am deeply hurt.

I was not ogling her.
I was checking up on her tartan.

- Good afternoon. Can I help you?
- Yes.

- They said at the hotel that you do maps.
- I'll... see you later.

- What sort of map had you in mind, sir?
- Ordnance Survey sort of thing.

- I plan to do some exploring.
- How about this one?

It's two inches to a mile
and covers the island.

Let me see.

Yes, it looks just the job.

- Is it hand-drawn?
- It was when I did it originally.

- You did it yourself?
- Cartography's one of my hobbies.

- Excellent.
- That one's 50 pence.

- Sold.
- Thank you.

- Have you just arrived?
- This morning.

I had a few days' leave due, so I thought,
"Why not pop over?" Thank you.

I've always wanted to.

I hope we'll live up
to your expectations.

I'm sure you will.
My name's Colonel John Howard, by the way.

- Fiona Patterson.
- Delighted.

Since you're an authority,
are there any walks you'd recommend?

The cliff path across
Durrock is very pretty.

But don't attempt it today.
We've had a fog warning, you know.

Yes,
I believe they can be pretty thick here.

If I could show you
where we are on here...

Please do.

- The old towns in that direction...
- Hi, Fiona.

- Hello, Larry.
- Am I interrupting?

- No, please.
- I have more films for you to develop.

Photographs too?
A young lady of many talents.

- She makes excellent slides.
- I'll probably ruin this lot.

I hope not. Some shots are gonna
raise a few eyebrows in Toronto.

American wigeon. First one I've seen here.

Dr Symonds is camped above Durrock.

I don't care for camping.
I did too much in the army.

- Are you a medical man?
- No, I'm an ornithologist.

We're doing a survey
on seabirds' migratory patterns.

- Dr Symonds has his own migratory pattern.
- That's for sure!

Fiona, by the way, you don't number camera
repairing among your many accomplishments?

I've fixed my own. Why?

Mine has developed a hair trigger.
The slightest touch sets it off.

I don't know if the fault
is in the flash unit or the shutter.

But I'm going
through a lot of film.

That's good for business!
I'm overstocked.

- Commerce has ruined these islanders.
- Really?

- Miss Patterson doesn't look ruined to me.
- Thank you.

- Is the camera with you?
- I left it back in camp.

- I'll look at it if you like.
- I'll bring it in next time.

Well,
I wanna get over that headland before dark.

- Keep warm.
- Goodbye.

I don't envy you
at this time of year.

I'm snug in my tent.
It's not an army dugout.

I suppose I asked for that.

- Thank you for your help.
- A pleasure.

I expect we'll meet again.

Afternoon.

- Hi, princess. How's business?
- How was Glasgow?

Good job my mammy
cannae hear you. It's Hamilton.

- Near enough to the bright lights.
- Far enough with her.

I won't put these out again.

- Who's he?
- The last of our visitors.

- Is he a masochist?
- Colonel. Wants to explore.

- Masochist.
- Your holiday hasn't done you much good.

Holiday?
I fixed her drains, tiled her

bathroom, mended her door,
glazed her window...

- What are you laughing at?
- You've come back for a rest!

You're not kidding. She kept me at it.

- She saves them up.
- I didn't know you were a handyman.

- A few things in my house need doing.
- That could be interesting.

You'd be safer with your Sassenach.
Why don't you ask him?

(RASPING)

All right, Logan.
That'll be fine, thank you.

- Get that inside you.
- Thanks.

Dr Goudry, please.

Alan, it's John Inskip here.

Listen. There's been a murder.
A woman, up in Bautry Woods.

No, because of this fog
I took the body straight to the mortuary.

And, Alan, I do mean the body.
We haven't found all the pieces yet.

Aye, very badly mutilated.

OK. Thanks very much.

- Sorry I had to take you back up there.
- It's OK.

It wasn't too bad the second time. It was
just... just stumbling into it like that.

- Aye. Must have been a loony.
- OK.

She was spread out
like a tinker's washing.

Whoever killed her
must have gone berserk.

Have you seen anything like this before?

I saw a few nasty ones in Glasgow
before they exported me up here.

Especially where a knife
or a hatchet is concerned.

They don't stop.
Just seem to keep chopping, hacking away.

But they tend to leave the pieces
around for collection.

This one... a bit different.

- (KNOCK AT DOOR)
- Come in.

- The lads are doing a house-to-house.
- I hope you were discreet.

- We don't want to start a panic.
- They understand.

Help yourself and replenish mine.

- Mr Gaffikin?
- No, thanks. In fact, I'd like to go.

Sure. We can take a full
statement in the morning.

Sure you didn't see anybody near the links?

Not a soul. Mind you, I was only
there for half an hour at the most.

Aye. Well, thanks for all your help.

I'll be in touch.

- Goodnight, sir.
- Goodnight, Sergeant.

- Have a pew, Tom.
- Thanks.

Well, what do you think?

What's wrong with you?
Don't you like dentists?

(BIRD CALLING)

(SNORTING AND RASPING)

Have you any women friends staying? Guests?

At this time of year? I wish I had.

- We had a poor season.
- I hear that every year.

- Are you on your way out?
- Mr Guthrie asked me to do the bar.

- Why? Where's Maggie?
- She's not well.

Were you thinking
something had happened to her?

I was thinking you're looking smart
in that dress, Mrs McKay.

Get away with you, Mr Malcolmson.

Baiird to Control.
I've checked the old manse.

I'm now en route for Hamiish's croft.
Out.

Where the hell have you been? I'm starving.

Mike, you look ghastly. What's wrong?

I love you.

What's happened?

Keep it quiet.
The police don't want it known.

The police?!

Oh, God!

Michael, what's wrong?
Please tell me what's wrong.

I've been to Hamish's croft, sarge.
They're fine. Shall I go on further? Over.

What's it like out there, Baird? Over.

Pretty grim.
I think it's getting worse. Over.

Bring him in.
We don't want to lose a car in the ditch.

Make your way over, Baird. Call by the golf
course, see how Logars getting on. Out.

- I'd hate to be out there.
- You make my heart bleed.

It's what he's paid for.

- Do the other islands have fog?
- All the way to the mainland.

We're just on the fringe of it.
They're paralysed from Ullapool to Oban.

- Damn and blast.
- What are you thinking of?

We need help badly.
I was thinking of

bringing some boys in
from the other islands.

Not a chance, I'm afraid.

- I thought you'd be enjoying all this.
- Enjoying it?

You never liked this posting.
Thought you'd been promoted sideways.

Never mind. You might do well out of this.
It's a big one.

Aye. Maybe.

Should we cancel dinner?

- What?
- Cancel if you're not feeling like it.

No, I'm all right.

I don't want to upset the hotel.
I'd starve if it wasn't for them.

You sure? I could make you something here.

Nice thought.
But you haven't got duckling.

No.

- Come on, get your coat.
- OK.

I think you'll find she's not an islander.

- What makes you say that?
- Her hands, mainly.

Soft. Well-manicured.

She's not been mending any fishing nets
or digging potatoes.

Anything else you can tell me?

I've just made a preliminary examination.

I'd say she was a fair-haired woman.

About 5' 6".

Well-nourished.

Weighs around nine stone.

In her late 30s.
She never had any children.

- What was the cause of death?
- I'd guess a blow on the head, initially.

Any idea of the time?

Gaffikin reckons he found her about three.

It's just an estimate, but I'd say she died
not much more than an hour before that.

So our killer was in Bautry Woods
when Gaffikin was on the first tee.

What kind of knife was used?

You see, there are no injuries consistent
with the use of a knife, Inspector.

Just strength.

You mean he did all
this with his bare hands?

I couldn't believe it myself at first,
but the

injuries are clearly
caused by torsion and force.

He must be as strong as a gorilla.

- Maybe more than one person was involved.
- Oh, no. I won't have that.

No,
not two raving nutters on the run together.

- There's another possibility?
- What's that?

The way you said the
corpse was laid out made me

wonder if it was some
kind of a ritual killing.

You mean a sacrificial offering?

It's just an idea.
Might be worth keeping in mind.

Do you wish ice, sir?

Please.

What were the police up to?
They were all over the village.

They've been asking questions.
Nobody knows what it's about.

Really? What sort of questions
were they asking?

They wanted to know if my daughter
was at home or if I had guests staying.

They asked Mrs Robertson next door
the same. She says there's been a murder.

- Here on the island?
- She says they've found a body.

- Where, exactly?
- Up on the golf course.

- They say it's buried in a bunker.
- How dreadful.

Dreadful.

But it's only the rumour that's going
round. The police haven't said a word.

I suppose it's part of their procedure.

Did this rumour say
whether it was a man's or a woman's body?

Mrs Robertson just said it was a body.

Och, it's bound to be a woman, isn't it?

It's always the woman gets killed.

(MUSIC: INSTRUMENTAL VERSION
OF "LOCH LOMOND")

- How's yours?
- All right.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

We'll make it a good idea.
Come on. Drink up.

- Hello again.
- Good evening.

- Done any walking yet?
- Only round the town.

- Will the weather lift tomorrow?
- It usually lasts at least two days.

Michael,
this is Colonel Howard,

who's staying here.
Michael Gaffikin is our dentist.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Are you staying long?
- At least two days.

Michael was in the army.
What did you call it?

Short service commission.

- What were you in?
- Parachute regiment.

I then came out and
did my dental training.

Wise man.

Well, bon app�tit.

- He's a bit ingratiating for a colonel.
- I think he's rather charming.

You could play draughts on that jacket.

Just because you're
in your golfing clothes.

Just because he
bought one of your maps.

(SHE LAUGHS)

You haven't said anything about my dress.

That's because I can't
see a great deal of it.

- Do you think it's too daring?
- Well, it's certainly a bit risky.

The way the waiter's hands were shaking,
you could have been burnt.

I thought I'd need help
to hold your attention.

Hm?

La femme Anderson.
She hasn't turned up tonight.

It could be because of the fog.

Yes. It's a nasty walk in this weather.

All the same,
I think I'll just phone Inskip.

- He might want to check.
- Mm.

I'll take the back.

No one at the back.

God!

Tom. Come here.

Did the murder here and carried
what was left of the body into the woods.

Fresh-air fiend.

I was waiting for you
to come up with a funny.

I'd better check upstairs.

I wonder if he's still around.

Tom, that's no' funny.

Now,
get a box or something and put that in.

We need to take it back to Goudry.

Right.

- Do you know what the time is?
- No. Don't care.

- Nearly midnight.
- Is it really?

- So?
- So I ought to be going.

Oh, stay here.

- Is that wise?
- I just want you close to me tonight.

- We should get married, Fiona.
- Puritan.

Seriously. I mean it.

We islanders are
supposed to be old-fashioned.

There's nothing old-fashioned about
marriage. It's coming back. So they say.

We don't know each
other well enough.

Rubbish.
We've known each other six months.

If I do get married,
I want to be absolutely certain.

- And you're not certain of me?
- You don't understand.

You see, I was born here.

Until I went away to college,
I'd never known any other life.

That first year in London,
I thought it was wonderful.

But after three years,
I couldn't wait to come home.

This is where I belong.
I'm never going to leave, I know that.

What's that got to do with marriage?

You're not an islander.
You've not been here five minutes.

Next year you'll want to
go back to the mainland.

- For God's sake! Why should I?
- I've seen it happen.

If that's what you wanted, Michael,
I couldn't come with you.

You mean if I marry you,
I marry the island?

Sorry.

- OK, it's a deal.
- Spend a winter here before you say that.

- Wort change anything. I like the place.
- Will you like being poor?

I can stand it. Like you,
I might go into the handicraft business.

- How would teeth necklaces sell?
- (PHONE RINGS)

Hello. Yes, he is. Who's that?
Just a moment, Alan.

Dr Goudry for you.

Hello, Alan.

Tonight?

I see.

OK, I'll be right over.

He wants me to meet him in the mortuary.

You know what worries me, Tom?

This guy's not one of
our ordinary, everyday psychopaths.

He's not sitting at home at the moment
drinking cocoa.

This guy's bananas on
both sides of the fence.

Like a dog with rabies.

And I've got four men
to police 35 square miles.

If he's still on the island.

No reports of any missing boats,
are there?

No.

Mrs Anderson did arrive
in Angus Duncars boat.

He got here about ten,
left in the afternoon.

Doc Goudry reckons
she was killed about two.

He could be a bit out with that, I suppose.

I'll check with Angus and see if he took
any passengers back on the return trip.

My guess is a loony's still on the island.

Shouldn't we
put out a warning?

Logars alerted the
residents at the golf course.

He'll not go far on a night like this.
I bet he's in somebody's barn.

The forecast reckons conditions
will remain settled for 24 hours.

When have you known
them to get it right?

It'll probably remain
like this for a week.

Anyway, top priority tomorrow

is a search of every barn,
outhouse and empty

building within two
miles of that golf course.

- (MUTTERS IN GAELIC)
- English, Tom.

It was my day off.

Well?

You're right. Definitely teeth marks.

Human teeth?

It's difficult. The flesh is so swollen.

Thanks.

The marks of the lower canines and incisors
are characteristic of a human bite,

but there's something weird
about the upper teeth.

I thought so, too.
That's why I wanted your opinion.

I don't know much
about forensic odontology,

but I'll take an
impression if you like.

Would it work?

It's worth trying.

The impression would probably
push the bruised tissue

back to something near the original marks.

Go ahead, by all means.

I'll get my stuff from the surgery.

"Not able to reach south cliff where
gannets were seen still nesting last week.

"Heard cry of bean goose.

"The weather again prevented observation."

Right.

"November 17th.
Weather prevented any observation today.

"Nor was I able to reach the south cliff."

(RASPING)

"Since I ringed three adult birds last
year, I would be interested to see..."

Damn sheep.

(SHOUTS AND SCREAMS)