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You won't feel anything.

It will just as if you were asleep.

Prepare the injection please.

Hurry, we must operate before

the heartbeats quicken up again.

I don't know how long my anesthetic will last.

Very variable, scalpel.

I must hurry.

My wife has guests and she'll never

forgive me for being late.

Professor!

Yes.

Excuse me, there's an Inspector

Scott who wants to talk to you.

Yes, of course.

Ah, good evening, Inspector.

- Good evening, do you think he'll be all right?

Well, he's had a very severe blow,

but I've done everything possible for him

All we can do now is hope for the best.

Thank you, good night.

Good night, Inspector.

- The Professor has done everything he can, so don't worry.

Your father will be all right.

Good evening, Professor.

Good evening, oh Martha?

Yes, sir?

Please tell my wife I am very tired this evening,

and so, I'm going straight up to my room.

Everything's ready upstairs, sir.

Thank you, Martha.

- I beg you to excuse me, but I feel very tired.

Please forgive us, my dear.

We've overstayed our welcome.

Thank you for a lovely evening.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Margaret.

Thank you again.

Come again soon.

Good night.

Yes-

Thank you, Doctor.

- No, no, no, it is only science your father must thank.

It's a great victory, Professor.

It may not be a miracle, but it has

all the characteristics of one.

- The human body keeps its secrets well hidden.

So much time has been wasted in attempts

to analyze the soul, while the mechanical, material side

of our beings remains an unknown universe.

If you hadn't been able to get

that slowing up of the heartbeat,

the operation could never have

been such an overwhelming success.

Well, I don't know.

Perhaps my anesthetic is only useful because

it slows up the general action of the organism.

- Professor, the patient is ready for the operation.

All right.

- Darling, I've been waiting for you.

Bernard!

Margaret!

Margaret!

Margaret!

- Doesn't it seem strange for the doctor

to bury his wife in his laboratory?

Yes, but you must admit

the good doctor's a little strange himself, isn't he?

The carriage is waiting.

Thank you, Martha.

Have you decided to leave then?

Yes, Martha, I have.

I can't go on living here.

Everything reminds me of her, everything.

I shall leave the house in your charge.

All right.

Goodbye, Martha.

Goodbye.

Oh, by the way, where is the cat?

Jezebel?

Disappeared.

Well, goodbye.

I hope you're going to be very happy.

- I can be happy anywhere as long as I'm with you.

Ah, I think we're almost there.

Bring up the rest of the bags in the morning.

Here.

Thank you, sir.

Years ago, I used to keep a laboratory

right here on the grounds.

Ah, nature is very prolific.

It's only taken a few years to

turn this place into a wilderness.

Oh look!

There's someone up there!

Who can it be?

It must be Martha, my housekeeper.

It's going to rain.

Yes, come along, we must hurry.

Wait a minute, Cynthia.

I'll strike a match.

Martha!

Martha!

Is that her?

Yes.

All right, dear, come on.

Sit down here.

Just let me go and find Martha.

Martha!

Oh Bernard, don't leave me here alone!

Ah, you'll be all right.

Oh, it's Jezebel.

Oh, what a fright she gave me!

Jezebel, Jezebel, come here, come here!

Huh, she must have grown quite wild.

Ah, good evening, Martha.

Welcome home, Professor.

Martha, this is my wife.

Cynthia, this is my housekeeper, Martha.

How do you do?

- You must excuse the state the house is in,

but I only had time to prepare the upstairs rooms.

Ah.

- Would you like something to eat?

Ah yes, you must be hungry my dear.

Uh, no, I'm just tired.

In that case, Professor, shall I show

your wife up to her room if she-

What was that!

Nothing, it's my sister.

I've had her staying with me here,

but tomorrow, I'm taking her to an asylum.

She is quite mad.

- Come on, dear, I'll go upstairs with you.

- Why does Martha look at me in such a strange way?

Oh, Martha may appear a little odd,

but you'll soon get used to her.

Come along.

Your room is this way.

When we get some proper light, it'll be much more cheerful.

It's beautiful.

Was it here that she used to sleep?

Yes.

Forgive me, but this house has

such a strange effect on me.

It's so hostile.

I'm scared by all kinds of things, even the cat.

You're just very tired.

You'll feel quite differently tomorrow.

Of course.

Now, Martha will bring up your bag,

and if you need anything, there's a bell behind your bed.

Thank you.

Good night, my love.

Good night.

Bernard, is that you?

Good morning, my dear.

Good morning.

Now, sit down.

How do you feel?

I didn't sleep well.

How is that?

- You didn't hear anything last night, did you?

No, why?

After you left me, I'm sure somebody

tried to get into my room.

But that's absurd, my dear.

Who could possibly do that?

I don't know, but I saw the door

handle turn and heard footsteps.

Oh, come now, Cynthia.

You were very tired last night.

Perhaps, you just imagined it.

- There was someone at the door, I assure you.

Oh rubbish, Cynthia.

My room is next to yours, and I heard nothing at all.

I'm sorry, my dear, but going back to the hospital

after all these years has put my nerves on edge.

Forgive me.

Yes?

- There's an orderly here from the hospital.

He wishes to speak to you and says it's urgent.

Excuse me, my dear.

Years ago, I used to keep a laboratory

right here on the grounds.

I must go to the hospital, goodbye.

By the way, we are invited to a concert tonight.

Be ready about eight.

All right.

Your room's up there.

Why is this door locked?

It's always been locked.

Ah yes, it was quite a treat.

What a delightful way to spend

my first evening in London.

I adore the opera.

Yes, indeed, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

The tenors in the first act,

why, it couldn't have been better.

Yes, a magnificent performance, really.

What did you-

Don't you think it was a really

good, all-around performance?

Yes, as round as the soprano's figure.

- Professor, there's an emergency at the hospital.

Thank you.

Would you excuse me, my dear?

I'm afraid I have to go to the hospital at once.

Would you see my wife home and then join me at the hospital?

- With pleasure. - Good night.

Good night.

Shall we?

I had just come over from New York

when the professor returned home,

and I was lucky enough to find a position here.

I've always followed his experiments with great interest.

Oh really?

Don't think that because I married

Bernard I know about medicine.

I wouldn't know but since you married

the professor, you are interested, it seems.

You are, aren't you?

Why, of course.

I hope you didn't find it too boring.

No, of course not.

May I accompany you to the door?

No, thank you.

My husband will be waiting for you at the hospital.

- I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again.

I will expect you to call on me.

Good night. - Good night.

Death will take you

as you sleep, as you sleep.

Sleep as deep as death.

Sleep as eternal as death.

Sleep with no awakening.

Like death.

Like death.

Death.

Ah, it's you!

I heard someone and wondered who it was.

Would you please show me to the house?

Come.

- You may go now, and please take the cat with you.

All right.

And, Martha, will you please leave

your sister locked in the lodge?

My sister?

She was taken to a clinic in Barth yesterday.

He's getting old.

- It shouldn't have happened, the poor woman.

What if you'd used your anesthetic?

Perhaps, you could have saved her.

- No, I shall never use that anesthetic again.

It isn't perfected yet.

It's too risky.

I'm going home.

Can I help you, Professor?

No.

But I can't be mistaken.

She had those boots on.

I absolutely certain those were the ones,

even though I only saw her for

a moment, standing in front of my door.

All this is utterly ridiculous.

Cynthia, you must remember that when

I first met you, you had not been well.

The shock of your fathers death had

left you in a highly nervous condition.

You seem to be getting over it, but you must not allow

your imagination to run away with you.

- I know it sounds absurd, but I really saw it, Bernard.

I actually saw it.

I waited all night for you to come in,

but I didn't hear you at all.

I got back extremely late.

- Bernard, all these portraits of her, even here

in your room, oh, I know you adored her,

but please try to understand.

Wherever I go, her eyes seem to be watching, watching me.

All right, Cynthia, I must go.

And Cynthia, please remember that when I'm not in the house,

I do not wish you to enter this room.

I'll see you at dinner.

Good morning.

Good morning, how nice to see you.

I came to talk to your husband.

Bernard's gone out, is it urgent?

Urgent, not very.

Please come in.

How do you like London?

What's the matter?

Do you believe in ghosts?

No, I don't.

- Neither do I, but ever since I've been in this house,

it's been a constant fear to me.

I'm beginning to believe in them.

I even saw the folds of a dress and a slipper.

Are you sure?

It's not possible.

You could have imagined it.

I knew you wouldn't believe me

but I'm telling you the truth.

In your opinion, is Bernard normal?

As much as any man of genius, but why?

Oh nothing, just an idea.

Can't I offer you a drink?

- No, thank you, I've got to go to the clinic.

On.

Anyway, Cynthia, if I can ever help you,

please don't hesitate to let me know.

Thank you, Kurt.

Good bye.

Professor Hichcock.

What do you want, Dr. Lang?

Nothing, it's my turn on duty tonight.

I heard a noise, but I didn't think it was you.

I just wanted to check the state

of coagulation in this case.

- But if you'd just called me, I would have helped you.

I didn't know you were on duty tonight.

Anyhow, it's useless.

Come, let's get out of here.

Why is this door locked?

It's always been locked.

Why is this door locked?

It's always been locked.

It's always been locked.

It's always been locked.

It's always been locked.

It's always been locked.

It's always been locked.

It's always been locked.

- I thought you asked me to look in and say good night?

Where have you been?

- Martha didn't tell the truth about her sister's leaving.

She's still here.

Have you seen her?

- Yes, I was up at the lodge and saw her through the window.

Her back was turned to me.

That's strange.

- And another thing, Bernard, what's through that door?

Which door?

The first one there on the landing.

- It's my old laboratory, and I wish it to remain locked.

- Bernard, you've changed so much since we got here.

Why can't we leave this house now?

I left this house once, and I

bitterly regret having done so.

I shall not leave it again.

Good night.

Margaret!

Margaret!

She must have fainted!

Quick, help me!

Continue the same treatment.

Someone scratch you, Professor?

It was Jezebel, my cat.

Professor.

Yes, Frank?

Your carriage is at the door, Professor.

Ah yes, my wife is waiting at home.

Frank, do me a favor.

Go back downstairs and tell them

I'll be there as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.

Something wrong, Professor?

- You have, no doubt, already understood the situation.

It's my wife.

Your wife?

Yes.

When I first met her, she'd been

undergoing treatment for a shock she'd had.

I fell in love with her straight away,

and I tried to convince myself she was completely cured.

She seemed quite balanced to me,

a little impressionable perhaps.

- She's got it into her head that I don't love her,

that I'm still in love my first wife, Margaret.

She even thinks that Margaret's ghost is haunting her.

It's your fault, Professor.

. Huh?

My fault?

Yes.

She feels as if she were a stranger in your house,

and the fact that you wish everything to remain as it was

makes here think that you still love your first wife.

Cynthia feels like a rival and in her

subconscious is this question of doubt.

Now, that's absurd.

Perhaps I may be blamed for having brought

Cynthia back here, but this place is full

of memories for me, and not all

very pleasant ones, I assure you.

But, one can't run away forever.

To move house would be sufficient.

Maybe.

How are you feeling, my dear?

What's the matter?

What happened?

What did you do to me?

Nothing.

We found you lying unconscious in the garden.

You were being quite delirious.

Look at the state you were in.

But, but it's not possible.

I'm afraid, my dear, that your

nerves have given way again.

However, don't worry.

You will soon be well.

Here you are, my dear, drink this.

It will make you sleep.

That's right, my dear.

And now, you must rest and relax.

I'll try to sleep.

Martha, don't disturb my wife.

She is not well.

Oh, and Martha, I think perhaps

you better go away for a few days.

Do you understand?

You can resume your duties a little later on.

As you wish, Professor.

Oh Martha, I shall never forget

what you've done for my, for my poor wife.

You left your bag at home.

Frank went to get it.

Professor?

. Huh?

Ah, is that it?

Professor?

- Yes? - It's Frank.

Ah, Frank!

Where have you been?

Where's the bag?

There was no one there.

No one in the house?

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

I rang, called, even walked right round the house.

Saw no one at all.

Excuse me, Professor, maybe your

wife has gone out on a visit.

But she never goes out by herself.

I must go and see if something is wrong.

You understand, don't you?

Please take over for me.

Cynthia.

The moment he wasn't looking,

I poured the milk into a flower vase.

Could be, Cynthia, that your husband...

Surely you don't really believe that he...

I don't know.

I don't know, Kurt.

I've only got you who can help me, don't you understand?

I've only got you.

Yes, Cynthia.

- And then last night, I woke in a horrible place,

and there was Bernard, looking at me like some monster.

Suddenly, I saw these hands grabbing him around the neck.

It terrified me, terrified me,

then I don't know what happened.

I must have fainted.

And then?

Nothing.

This morning, I was in my own room,

and there was Bernard, looking at me.

I made him think I'd drunk the milk,

and then I pretended to be asleep.

I'll have it analyzed, Cynthia,

and if the results show nothing wrong,

will you admit the absurdity of your suspicion?

Anyhow, try to remain calm.

Your imagination is much too vivid.

Yes, I know, I know it seems real.

Cynthia, I was worried about you.

What on Earth are you doing here?

- Your wife came looking for you, Professor.

In your absence, I entertained her.

I see.

Well, I think perhaps we better go home.

Come along, my dear.

Where's Martha?

I've sent her away.

You mean you've dismissed her?

Yes, I didn't think you'd mind.

In fact, I thought you'd be pleased.

Hmm, there's enough barbiturate

concentration here to kill a horse.

Are you sure?

- Hmm, three different tests, the same result in each case.

The milk you brought me contains

sleeping tablets, enough to give eternal sleep.

- But, oh Cynthia, oh no, I might be too late!

- You must be buried like I was buried!

Shut up alive, down here!

When I got out of my coffin, Bernard had gone!

He didn't know!

He still loved me!

It's you, you who must die!

Bernard, no!

Margaret, Margaret.

Everything will be

just like it always used to be.

Help!

I will give you back

your beauty with this young blood.

Yes, kill her, kill her!

And then there will be only me, only me!

Bernard, no, no, no, no!

No!

No!

Professor!

Cynthia!

Darling.

Oh thank you, Kurt, thank you.

You're safe now, Cynthia.

The past is burning and that nightmare is over forever.