All language subtitles for Crucible of Terrors (T.Hooker, 1971)

- And over here --

Oh, excuse me a moment.

Hello, there!

- Hello, darling.

How's it going?
- Very well.

Very well, indeed.

- Not many people here.

- Early days yet, George.

They'll all be along
later, don't you worry.

There we are.

- Oh.

I see you're spending my money wisely.

- Whose money?

- You did say I could do what
I like with my own allowance.

- Did I? More fool me.

Now, come on, Davis, show us around.

- Honestly, George,

I'm sure they'll prove a great investment.

- So they better, for your sake.

That money my wife gave
was only a loan, you know.

- Yes, I know.

- I'm sure John understands.

- What's this red star mean?

- You know perfectly well
it means it's been sold.

- Well, there don't seem many about.

Have you got any in business?

- Well, no, these are basically
new and unknown artists.

- Ah, pity, I like in
business, damn good investment.

I made a packet out of mine.

- Oh, this is exciting.

George, don't you think so?

George?

- Yes, very good.

Where did you get this?

- From the artist.

- Victor Clare, I don't think I know that.

Is he young?

- No, that's the funny thing, in fact.

He's getting on a bit.

- Davis, I want this piece.

- George.

- How much is it?

- I'm sorry.

It's already sold.
- Who to?

- To an American dealer.

- Can't you tell him
you changed your mind?

- You know he can't go back
on a deal, it's just not done.

- I'm awfully sorry, I
didn't see you there.

- Dumb drunk!

- Why don't you throw him out?

- Might be a little difficult.

He's Victor Clare's son, Michael.

Without him, I wouldn't have
gotten any of the Clare pieces.

- Well, perhaps he can get
another piece for George.

- I don't want another piece!

- I'm sure if we asked
this Victor Clare, he'd --

- No. Well, he sees no one.

He lives as a recluse.

He hasn't shown any of his
work since before the war.

- Stop bellyaching.

I've already told you, I
don't want just any piece.

I want that one!

- I think we'd better hurry,
you'll miss your plane.

George is going to Germany for a week.

- I don't know.

It's my money that's
paying for all of this.

- It's just a loan, it
doesn't give you any rights.

- No?

Just you make sure that money's paid back

by the end of the week, or
we'll see who's got any rights!

- I'm afraid he means it.

- I'll manage.

- I hope so.

I thought I was
supposed to be the drunk.

Who were those two heavies
you were talking to?

Seemed to get you down
a bit, who were they?

- That was George Brent.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

And his wife, Joanna.

- Well, you seem to be
getting on all right with her,

but I don't think he fancied you.

I think he preferred blondes.

Well, what were they doing here? Buying?

- They're my backers.

They lent me the money
to buy all this stuff

and set up the show.

- What happens if you don't sell it all?

- What do you think?

Still, they'll try to
make a profit out of me.

She regards herself as a
sort of patron of the arts.

- Conscience money.

One of my father's favorite expressions.

He'll turn to my mother and
he'll say, "Conscience money.

Most rich men have to
sell their consciences

by buying pictures, or
being patrons of the arts.

But your father gave me you."

You see, all his money
came from her trust fund.

He could never quite forgive her for that.

Bastard.

- Still, his work sells well.

About the
only things that have.

- How much have we made?

- Well, it's hard to say.

Your out should be about
half a grand, I should think.

- Oh, good.

- Well, it's all right for you.

My share's all tied up
in this other stuff.

You, uh...

You did say there was a
lot more of this stuff.

- At the studio. There's
no more like this, though.

He didn't do any more
sculpture after this one.

I don't know why.

Plenty of pictures in there.

- You don't think there's a chance

of getting any more, do you?

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- After tonight, I could
sell anything by him.

I got a pretty good price for it too.

- Oh, it's too risky, I couldn't
possibly smuggle anymore.

As I say, he'd go crazy nabbing you.

- Come on.

- I'm not kidding, you
don't know him like I do.

He can be pretty violent.

You know, I think he could
even kill me if he knew.

- Listen, supposing I meet
him and offer him hard cash.

- Oh.

Well, I don't know.

It may be a possibility.

I remember when I was
down there last time,

there was some talk about
the trust wasting away.

It could be that the cost of living

is finally catching up with Victor.

I can't see him economizing.

- I'd like to have a go at him.

- Might be a complete waste of time.

- Look, Mike, I know I can sell
your father's work quickly.

If I could reinvest the
takings from the sales tonight

in some more of his work,

I can make a quick profit
and pay off the Brents.

Otherwise, I'll never recoup that loan.

- Well, when would you like to meet him?

- It's gotta be soon.

- We could go down to
Jericho this weekend.

- Where?

- Oh, it's what we call the family,

for want of a better word, seat.

Jericho Valley.

I haven't been therefor some
time, I owe them a visit.

And Victor's very keen on Jane.

- [John] He fancies her, does he?

- Who fancies who?

- We all fancy you, darling.

- Well, at least someone's
enjoying themselves.

How's it going then?

- Oh, not too bad.

- Don't you mean not too good?

- Would you like a look around?

- Oh, no, thanks.

- Well, perhaps you and Mike would

like to come upstairs for a drink?

I know Millie would like to see you.

- Isn't she down here
sharing in our triumph?

- No.

Are you sure?
- No, thanks.

I think we'll go while
Mike can still walk.

- I suppose I'd better be off.

- This weekend then?

- Well, if you're sure you want to come.

But I warned you, Victor
can be pretty nasty.

- Look, it's my only chance.

- It's up to you.

I know, bring Millie along.

It may help soften him up.

- [Jane] Who is it?

- John Davis.

- [Jane] Yes, Michael, it's John.

Look, do you think you could possibly

muster enough strength
to take the things down?

We shan't be a minute, John.

Look, by the way, I absolutely
refuse to travel with Mike.

Will you drive him?

- Sure, he can ride with Millie.

He can have a good old nag.

- Come on, get out.
- Why?

- We have to contend with a
bit of artistic temperament.

I'm taking Michael.

You can keep Jane company in her car.

- Don't say they've had another row.

What's the matter with those two?

- The usual problems.

- I suppose Jane's been on at him again.

- What she wants is a good hiding.

- How do you know?
- I know women, so watch it.

- Morning, Mike.
- What?

- In the doghouse again?

I've been there for so long,

I'm beginning to enjoy it.

Mother?

Mother.

- My dear.

- How are you?

Looking well.

This is a friend of mine, John Davis.

- How do you do, Mrs. Clare?

- Where's Jane?

- Oh, she's following in our car.

Where's Father?
- Working in the studio.

You shouldn't disturb him.

Please don't go up, you
know how angry you make him.

- The prodigal returns, Father.

No fatted calf?

I think a little more
emphasis on the high line.

You know, Marcia, my love, I
think you're putting on weight.

- Jane's here.

- Here, let me give you a hand.

- What?

Here.

- Hello, love.

- [John] Come on.

- I've had a word with the old man.

I think we'd better
leave it 'til tomorrow.

There's no point in tackling him

until he's in the right mood.

How do you like the old place?
- Well, it's very beautiful.

Very strange.

- Yes, I thought you'd like it.

- You weren't kidding when
you said it was remote.

- Nobody ever comes here now.

- Got a weird atmosphere, hasn't it?

- That's the souls of the dead miners.

Used to be a tin mine.

One of the biggest...

until the accident.

- [John] Yeah?

- There was this terrible disaster.

They never recovered some of the bodies.

Of course, no one would
work here after that.

They do say that the place
will have stay haunted

until their bodies lie
in consecrated ground.

Laugh all you like, but
some people believe me.

- Who?

- Well, all the locals.

Victor.

And she used to, that Japanese bird.

- The one from the bronze?

- Strange woman, religious mania.

She introduced Victor to this weird sect.

They believed that the spirits of the dead

had power over the living.

They actually believed
that a soul could take over

and transform living flesh.

- You don't believe all that rubbish.

The only spirits you believe in

are pale, brown and
poured out of a bottle.

I'll drink to that.

- For God's sake, be careful!

You mustn't run around like that.

These cliffs are dangerous!

- Well, what were you
doing scaring me like that?

- What do you mean?
- Following me!

- I wasn't following you.

- But I heard you.

- I don't know what you
heard, but it wasn't me.

I've just come up from
the house to look for you.

It's nearly time for supper.

- Well, someone was definitely there.

- Oh, you're imagining it.

The wind, or a seagull, or something.

- Oh, I suppose so. It's just this place.

I feel as if I've been here before.

- Déjà vu.
- What?

- That's what it's called, déjà vu.

It's quite common.

Something to do with the brain

getting out of phase or something.

- No, it's not that, this is different.

I've definitely been here before.

- Maybe you came down here on
holiday when you were a kid.

- No.

- Anyway, who do you think
would want to follow you?

Come on.

- Better tell our guests dinner's ready.

- Come and get it!

Oh, here they are.

- You don't know each other, do you?

This is Bill Cartwright.

Millie and John.

Bill is my father's oldest
friend. And his only friend.

- Nice to meet you.
- Thank you.

- Nice to meet some of Mike's friends.

Nice to see some fresh
faces around the old place.

I was just saying it's nice to
have some new faces, Dorothy.

I hope you weren't
expecting haute cuisine.

We live very simply here.

- You're a super cook,
Bill, and you know it.

- He's had have plenty of practice.

- Well, here we are then.

Bill's right, but do
help yourself to wine.

Jane, still as lovely as ever.

And who are our guests?

- John Davis and Millie.

- Charming, absolutely charming.

How lucky we are to have two

such lovely young people with us.

The young are so refreshing, aren't they?

- Just what I was saying, Victor.

- Bill, I thought that you were
only interested in antiques.

- It's quite a place you have
here, the perfect retreat.

- Oh, not perfect, Mr. Davis.

Nothing is perfect, nothing and no one.

That's the sad fact of life.

Take Marcia, for example.

Look at her. Beautiful, isn't she?

Now, look at my wife.
She was beautiful once.

Weren't you, my dear?

- Sorry, Victor.

- Why have you brought
that thing to my table?

I've told you before, I won't have it!

- Wonderful, this one is really marvelous.

Look at the colors, the
composition, the detail.

- These are all very good.

- Thank you, my dear.

- Of course, I don't really
know very much about art.

Don't you do sculpture as well?

- I did once.

- That must be very difficult.

- Mostly just hard work.

- Why did you stop?

- Inspiration died.

- Oh, what a shame.

- Tell me, have you ever
posed for an artist?

- It's fantastic!

Line, draftsmanship.

- John seems to know a lot about painting.

- Yes, he knows a lot about art.

- Really?

- Yes, he organized a show only last week.

- Did he now?

And how did it do, this show?

- Very well, I believe.

- Do you like the urn?

It's very old, a friend gave it to me.

Some sort of ritual ornament.

- For blood.

- Oh.

It may have been,

but more likely wine,
if I know those orgies.

- These paintings are really great.

Millie?

- She seems mightily taken by my vase.

I know, she shall have it.

A memento of your visit.

- No.

- Oh, but I insist.
- No, I don't want it.

- I'm terribly sorry.

- Oh, I'm sure she meant no harm.

- What more can I say?

- I expect she's just
tired after the journey.

- I expect she's bored
by all this arty chat

and gone to find herself a drink.

And I vote we join her, come on.

- Jane.

You were very cruel to me at supper.

- It must be catching.

- Sorry.

It's just my work, it's not going well.

I'm tired of Marcia, she
no longer inspires me.

- Well, get rid of her.

You never seemed to have any
trouble finding new models.

- But one always escapes me.

- Victor, I've told you, I can't.

- How old are you, my dear?

- 24.

- 24.

The years are rushing by.

Soon, even your exquisite
loveliness will fade.

- Really.

- Look, if you knew some unique
treasure was rotting away,

wouldn't you want to save it?

- Of course.

- Then why not let me start
some sketches tonight?

- Tonight?
- Why not?

- Michael would be livid.
- Oh, Michael!

- But Victor, I don't --

- Who is it?

Somebody there?

- Are you looking for these?

- Thanks.

- Would you like a drink?

- No.

- A pity, 'cause I don't
like drinking on my own.

Still...

needs must.

I'm surprised to find you still here.

You see, Victor usually gets rid

of his birds pretty regularly.

No, no, no, no, I...

I'm not really surprised that
you've lasted the course,

because you really are
very, very, very lovely.

Sometimes, I envy my father.

Don't you find that funny?

- Why should I?

- Envying a psychopath.

- Oh, don't be ridiculous.

- Why not? I've had plenty of practice.

- You said it.

- One day, I'll show you.

I'll show the lot of you.

I'm every bit as good as my father!

- Oh, yes?

We'll chat.

- Jesus.

- Oh, John.
- What's the matter, love?

- There was blood all...

I was covered in blood.

- Steady on, steady.

- Why did you bring me down here?

- Well, I thought it would
make a nice weekend for you.

- I don't like this place.

- Well, what's wrong?

- Victor. Look at the
way he talked at dinner.

- Well, so he's a bit strange.

Living stuck down here for
30 years, I'm not surprised.

- Strange?

Do you know he hardly
took his hand off my leg

all the way through supper?

Well, what's
so strange about that?

I could fancy a bit of that myself.

- You make me sick the
way you play up to him,

laughing at everything he
says like a hard up whore!

- Well, at least he's got some charm.

- He fancies you, he makes a play for you.

You do nothing to discourage him!

What must John think of me!

- Oh, don't be stupid.

- We should never have come here.

Has he asked you to pose for him again?

- Shut up.

- Oh, don't mind me,
I'm just your husband.

- Oh, is that what you are?

I thought you were a charity

I've been supporting for years.

- Don't worry, I'll pay you back.

This deal --

- This deal will be like every other deal.

Why bother to pour it out?

Why not just dive into the bottle?

- Oh, I wouldn't need the booze if --

- If What?

Come on, I'd like to know.

- If I had a decent wife.

- God, I like that.

I feed you, clothe you,
clean up your filthy mess.

I've given you everything!

- No, not everything.
- Well, what?

What haven't I given you?

- Respect.

- Respect?

I'll respect you when
you stop making me sick!

I'm going to stay with friends.

Don't come looking for me

until you learn to respect yourself.

Oh, Victor.
- I was worried.

I thought you'd forgotten our appointment.

- Well, actually, I...

If you still want to paint me, I'm ready.

- I'm all ready to start.

- Where do I sit?

- Oh, first you have to change.

- Change?

- Well, surely.

You're teasing me.

You're not shy, are you?

You do want to pose for me.

Oh.

Try this one on.

Oh, it's not right.

There's no feeling.

Perhaps if we try another pose.

- No, Victor!

- No? In God's name,
what's the matter now?

- Sorry, I can't.

- Sorry? Sorry? Is that all you can say?

- Please don't be angry.

- Please don't be angry.

What do you think you're doing to me?

You can't turn me on and
off like a damned switch!

Oh, you make me sick!

Victor?

Victor?

Is anyone there?

- It's a fine morning.

- Yes, it's lovely.

- Are you sure you wouldn't
like a little toast?

- No, thank you.

- It's not healthy,
going without breakfast.

- He's nice, isn't he?

- He's been with Victor for
something like 30 years.

He used to help him when
he did his own plaster.

Sort of studio technician.

- But don't you need lots
of equipment for that?

A forge and things?

- He's got one.

See that stone building over there?

- Yes.
- It used to be an

old tin mine.

Victor converted the furnace
they used for smelting tin.

He doesn't use it anymore.

- Good morning, Michael.

Isn't Jane up yet?

Don't ask me.

We had a terrible row last night.

She went back to London.

- In the middle of the night?

- Yes, well, she's done it before.

I remember when we were on
holiday in Spain, she left.

Didn't see her for three weeks.

She's always doing it.

And you don't blame her either.

- I didn't hear her go.

- Nor me.

- I heard her drive away.

It's a beautiful morning,
I've been for a long walk.

I trust that you, Mr.
Davis, and the lovely Millie

are going to take full
advantage of our good sea air.

- Yes, we hope to later.

- After we've talked business.

Oh, Michael didn't give
your little game away.

You did.
- I did?

- By coming here.

You're not one of Michael's
friends, you're not the sort.

Besides, I noticed there were
one or two bits and pieces

missing from my collection some weeks ago.

I wondered what had happened to them.

I suppose my son stole
them and sold them to you.

- I didn't steal them.

- We won't go into that now.

Oh, don't be embarrassed.

I'm of course delighted to see you

for whatever the reason,

especially when you bring
such a lovely companion.

I suppose it would be too much to hope

that she might be
persuaded to pose for me.

- Now, just a minute.

Don't I have any say in this?

- Well, of course you do, my dear.

It's just our little joke.

Mr. Davis, perhaps
you'd like to come along

to the studio and we can talk.

- [John] Yes.

- Oh, yes, do come too, Michael.

After all, you'd better protect
your business interests.

- Victor, will you be needing me today?

- Not until this afternoon.

- I thought I'd go down to the beach.

- Good idea.

Now why not take Millie along with you?

- 100 for this.

And 150 for this.

And I'd like some sculpture.

- No doubt you would.

Well, I'd say that's about
2000 pounds you've offered me.

- It's a fair offer.

- Is it? Is it indeed?

And how much profit will you make?

- Oh, it's difficult to say.

- And how much profit will my son make?

2,000 pounds.

Hmm, it's a lot of money.

How much did you get for the
stuff you stole, eh, Michael?

Was robbing your father
a profitable business?

- Oh, for God's sake.

- Oh, what would you call it?

- I'd call it taking what
was owed to my mother.

- She knew about it?
- No, no, of course not.

- [Victor] Oh, I'd thought not.

- She hasn't the nerve to stand up to you.

You've turned her mind with
your bullying, your deceit.

Yes, I robbed you, and I'm proud of it.

It's the only decent thing I've ever done

and I'm proud of it!

- And you did it for your mother?

- For both of us.

- Your mother.

Let me show you your mother.

This is how she was 30 years ago.

And this is how I still see her.

Look at her, isn't she desirable?

Wouldn't any man want her?

That mad, senile old hag
isn't the woman that I knew!

Well, there's no need to worry.

I shan't go to the police
about your little escapade.

- Thank you.

But it wasn't all one-sided, you know?

- Oh?
- No!

Your work sold very well, it
should do you a lot of good.

- In what way?

- To make your name known as an artist.

- Why should I care about that?

Do you think that's what I work for?

- None of these people would
be able to see your work.

- People, what people?

I don't work for people.

I preserve the beauty
of my models for myself

and myself alone.

That's what he could never understand.

He wanted me to be rich and famous

so that he could bask
in my reflected glory.

- You are mad.

- And spend my money on his pleasures.

- Mad as a hatter.

- Shut up!

- You know, it's just as
well you do live down here

because if you were in the
real world, they'd look you up.

- Get out, you sniveling little swine!

Get out and never come back!

- I have a good mind
to have you certified.

And they would look you up,

and I could sell your paintings
or maybe burn them all.

- I'll kill you first!

- For God's sake, Mike!

- All right, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to have spoiled
your little scheme.

- Well, I'm sorry that you
should've had to witness that.

- [John] That was probably my fault.

I didn't realize all this would
be stirred up when I came.

Perhaps I'd better go.

- Yes, perhaps you had.

Wait!

About my work.

It is just possible I might sell some.

- Oh, that would be-

- But I should want cash, strictly cash.

Those pictures you selected,
how much did they come to?

- About 2000.

- You have the money on you?

- Well, no, I thought I'd
make you a cash down payment

and let you have the rest later.

- No, that won't do.

I want cash, and I want it today.

- But I can't raise that
kind of money just like that.

Besides, it's Sunday, the banks are shut.

- Do you want the work?

- Oh yes, of course.

- You have until tonight.

- [Marcia] Mm, that feels good.

- All right.

- That's a lovely kimono.

Where'd you get it?

- In a market.
- Market?

- Yes, I collect Victorian things.

I often go around to sales and markets.

You can pick up things very cheaply.

It's my hobby.

You'd never believe it, that was a pound.

- No.
- Yes!

- [Marcia] Here, now it's my turn.

- If you like Victorian things,

you should come to the boutique.

- Boutique?

- Yes, that's the business
side, I've got a small boutique.

I specialize in Victorian things.

- I do hate the mark that
your bikini leaves, don't you?

I sometimes sunbathe with
no clothes on, do you?

How would you feel-
- No!

I'd be too embarrassed.

- But no one can see.

[Michael] Bad luck, darling!

- You see, I have no choice.

I can trust him, he will keep his word.

- Not to be deferred, champ.

I definitely wouldn't leave it too long.

You'll be taking young Millie with you?

- No, it's a bit of a long
journey there and back.

Anyway, she's out with Marcia somewhere.

Why, do you think I should?

- No, no.

- She'll be all right.

Anyway, she can keep the old man sweet.

I think it was a bit of
luck bringing her with me.

Might even have strung the deal my way.

- Well, she's a pretty girl.
- Yep.

Well, I should be back about 11.

- I'll keep an eye on her for you.

- Such a pity that nice, young Mr. Davis

had to go rushing off like that.

- He said he'd be back
as soon as possible.

- And meanwhile he's left
a most charming ambassador

in his stead.

- Not much of an ambassador, I'm afraid.

I really don't know anything about art.

- I'm sure that can't be so.

- It is, it's absolutely true.

In fact, I feel a bit
like a fish out of water.

Well, John's always taking me
to exhibitions and things but,

well, somehow, I,

I just know what I like.

- You must let me teach you.

- Well.

- Come with me to my studio, come now.

- Well, I said I'd help
Bill with the washing up.

- Marcia can do that.

Besides, you really would
be doing me a great favor.

I do want to make a
couple of sketches of you.

- No, really, I'm no good
at that sort of thing.

I can't sit still for a minute.

- Oh, a minute.

- Really, I've got a terrible headache.

I think I'll just go and lie down.

- Joanna, listen.

- [Joanna] No, I'm sorry.

- Hello?
- Is Mr. Reynolds there?

- [Reynolds] Oh, this is
Jim Reynolds, who's that?

- Hello, Mr. Reynolds, John Davis here.

- [Reynolds] Who?

- Davis, we met last
year at the RA dinner.

- [Reynolds] Did we?

Oh yes, I remember.

- I was wondering if you'd care
to make a little investment.

- [Reynolds] What sort of an investment?

- I've discovered this
marvelous new artist who-

- [Reynolds] No, thanks.

- Well, wait, let me tell you.

- [Reynolds] Sorry, Mr. Davids.

- Davis.

- [Reynolds] Well, I'm not interested

in that sort of venture.

I've got my fingers turned to-

- But look!
- Sorry.

- Who is it?

- [Victor] I was just
wondering how you're feeling.

- It's still rather bad.

- Pity, I thought that perhaps you

might like a walk by the sea.

It'll cure your head.

- No, I think I'll just rest.

- You're sure?

- Yes, I'll just lie down.

- Very well, my dear.

I'll call back later and see how you are.

- But Harry!

- Funny Jane leaving so
suddenly last night, wasn't it?

- Was it?

- Up to your old tricks again?

- Mind your own business.

Anyway, you heard Michael, they had a row.

- Yes, I heard him.

I heard you on the stairs, as well.

- All right.

Always said your ears were
a little out of proportion,

a little too big.

And your mouth.

Lovely, but...

Anyway, I'm no longer interested in Jane.

- Found somebody new?

Don't tell me, let me guess.

Poor, Victor, playing hard to get, is she?

- Oh, shut up.

Her beauty fascinates
me, so young and fresh.

I want her and that's all there is to it.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

- You look upset.

- No.

- Come.

How do you like my little collection?

I was out East before the war.

- Were you?

- I made a bit of a study
of their military history

and ancient customs.

You see this shield?

It's over 300 years old.

And that helmet is Tang
Sin, Second century.

At least I think it is.

It could be a good fake, I suppose.

I say, are you all right?

- Joanna, I must talk to you.

- I've told you, I've done all I can.

You'll have to talk to George,

and he's not back from Germany.

- But it's a fantastic opportunity.

- All right, driver.

- Joanna.

- Yes, John.

- We've always been real close.

- Have we?
- I thought so.

I've always thought that
in you I had a real friend.

- How nice.

- Our relationship has been more

than just sponsor and beneficiary.

- You mean, it wasn't just my money?

- Oh, come on.

I always think of you as
a truly wonderful person,

a real counselor of the arts.

- That sounds very grand.

I just thought you fancied me.

- No.

- You mean you don't fancy me?

- Yes.

Yes, of course, I...

Oh, please don't
send me up, Joanna.

- Well, don't try to con me.

- I'm not, this really is a great deal.

Look, this guy-

- Now you're boring me.

Let's get back to the other subject.

- What?

- About your fancying me.

- Are you there, Millie?

I should come down, if I were you.

Those caves lead to the old mill workings.

They stretch for miles.

If you once get lost in
there, you'll never get out!

Millie, Millie, don't be afraid!

Millie, Millie, don't be afraid!

Millie!

Millie!

Millie!

Millie, Millie, Millie!

Millie, Millie!

Millie, Millie!

Millie!

Millie!

Yes?

Yes?

- I've...

I've tried not to mind about the girls.

- What girls?

- All of them, the girls you've had here.

- Girls?

Oh, you mean my models?

- I've tried not to mind.

- Mind?

An artist must have models.

Surely even you understand that.

Oh, you used to pose for me yourself.

- No, I didn't.

- [Victor] Yes, you did.

- No, no!

Marcia doesn't like me.

- Dorothy, why are you here?

- Here?

- Here, in my studio.

- About this girl.

- What girl?

- You mustn't.

- Ah, do you mean Millie?

- She's very young.

- Not so young that she plays with dolls!

- Don't shout, you'll make poor Jenny cry!

- Oh, for God's sake, Dorothy.

- She's going to cry!

- It's a doll, a plastic doll!

- Poor Jenny, never mind.

- A doll, Dorothy, a doll!

A cheap, ugly, rotten plastic doll!

- Oh, there you are!

I wondered where you'd got to.

- I got lost in the mine.

- [Bill] Why did you go there?

- It was Victor, he was chasing me.

- Chasing you?

- Yes, I went into the
mine, and he followed me.

- I think he doesn't want to see you

get into any trouble.

- Why have you started the forge?

- He's asked me to start it up.

Just like that, after all these years.

Says he feels inspired.

He must be.

It'll be hours before the metal circle up.

Mind the stack!

It's full of sulfuric acid.

We use it in the process.

- What do you think of
my little tour, my dear?

Beautiful, isn't she?

I was worried about you in the mine.

Several people have been killed there.

And one or two lost forever.

- Well, I'm all right.

- So, I see.

I was wondering if you've given any

further thought to posing for me.

- I don't really want to.

- I've seen many beautiful
women in my time,

but few have had the

illuminating loveliness that you possess.

- You're very flattering.

- That's a simple truth, my dear.

A truth that I must capture in bronze.

- Well.

- Think about it.

- Millie!

Tom Tom's come to say hello to you.

Don't you want to say hello to Tom Tom?

- Yes, of course.

- I think he likes you.

He bites people he doesn't like.

Sometimes he bites Victor.

- Don't you think we ought
to be going downstairs?

- He's lit the furnace, you know.

I never go down to the forge, never.

- Oh, I think it's very interesting.

- You mustn't go there.

Must she, Tom Tom?

Tom Tom says you mustn't go there.

My husband loved me once.

- I'm sure.

- He didn't just marry me for my money.

Do you like my dress?

- Oh yes, it's very pretty.

- Do you like Bill?

- Why?

- I like Bill, he gives me things.

Have you seen my things,
they're very pretty.

Victor likes pretty things, but he...

Do you like Victor?

- Well, I don't know-

- If you do, you're the only one who does.

Tom Tom bites him sometimes.

- Yes, you said.

- You must go away.

You must go away now.

- I can't.

- Why not?

- Well, for one thing,
I haven't got a car.

- Oh.

Marcia wouldn't go either.

- I shall be going soon, tomorrow.

Tom Tom bites Marcia sometimes.

She doesn't like it.

Victor used to paint me once.

He's lit the furnace.

You?

- I'm Millie.

- I've bought a present
for you, it's very nice.

It's on the bed.

- What do you think of our little Millie?

- She seems very nice.

- Doesn't she remind you of anyone?

- No, I don't think so.

- Oh, surely you've noticed.

- [Bill] No.

- What about our Japanese friend?

- Japanese?

- Oh, don't be coy, Bill.

Surely you've seen the likeness.

- No, they seem quite different to me.

- Do they?

Well, perhaps they would to you.

The resemblance I see is more
than just a physical likeness.

They both have the same magic, that's it.

- I wonder what happened to her.

- Yes, the little bitch.

Do you know she really
thought she was immortal?

- Did she?

Well, a very funny lot you know.

- You can have it if you'd like.

After all your years of devotion to her,

I suppose you deserve something.

- I don't understand why you wouldn't

divorce her when I asked you.

- Simple, I needed her money.

And Bill, she didn't want you.

Not then, not even now.

To me, a beautiful woman
is worth more than rubies.

Her skin, her hair,

her body are the earth,
fire and air of creation.

To look at her, to caress her.

To possess her.

This is all I ask of her.

Did you know that Millie
has agreed to pose for me?

- No, no, Victor, I forbid it!

- You?

You forbid it?

- Yes.

- You could forbid nothing, my dear.

Do you think I care about you?

I'm finished with you.

You're old and ugly.

Look at her!

And to think I once desired this carrion.

You forbid me.

You really are mad.

- Leave her alone!

Dunhaven, 357.

John!

Yes, do you want to talk to Millie?

- Hello, darling, where are you?

- Look, Millie, I've got the
money but the car's parked in.

I'm miles away.

- You must get back.

- [John] My dear, I can
persuade Victor to wait.

- No, for me.

- [John] What's the matter?

- Oh, darling, please
come and get me, please.

- What's the matter?

Tell me.

- It's Victor, he keeps on pestering me.

Look, I can't explain
now, but please come back.

- Oh, stop exaggerating.

Look, I've mortgaged myself
up to the hilt for this deal.

Don't you get in his way or
he might change his mind.

This is the biggest deal I've ever had.

It means more to me than ...

- Than I do?

- Don't be silly.

This is for both of us.

- Look, I'm frightened.

- [John] Just play along with him.

Wait a moment.

John's car has broken down.

- Oh, where?

- I don't know, you speak to him.

- Hey, now, where are you?

- [John] I'm just outside Bodmin.

- Oh, that's not so bad.

I'll get the van out and
come and pick you up.

- [John] It's only about 30 miles.

- Yes, I could be there in an hour.

- [John] I'll wait here.

- Right.

- Darling.

- Now look, Millie, don't upset Victor.

My whole future depends upon it.

- I know but-
- Do you love me?

- Yes, of course.

- Then promise me you won't do
anything to upset this deal.

Right?
- I promise.

- [John] Good.

- Well, I'd better be going.

I'll just get my coat.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to fetch John,
his car has broken down.

- I don't want you to go.

- I can't leave him stuck there-

- I'm frightened when you go.

- You go to bed, I shan't be long.

- I heard you and Victor talking.

- Did you?

- I can hear things in my room.

Did you really want to marry me?

- We'll talk about it later.

I've got to go.

- I think I'll go to my cave.

- No, I told you!

- I like my cave!

- Better stay in the house.

- In my cave, I saw...

- Who, who did you see?

- Someone.
- Who?

- It wasn't Michael, no.

- I'd better be going.

- You really wanted to marry me?

- Wait!

Tonight, I'm a man inspired.

After all these barren
years, you have inspired me.

It's the truth.

You must let me capture your beauty.

And preserve it forever.

Look at the fire, watch it burn.

No one can capture the beauty of the flame

because such beauty
demands total sacrifice.

Even while it burns, it
consumes its own heart.

All great beauty, all great art,

demands this ultimate sacrifice.

It is the price of immortality.

Let me immortalize you.

You will pose for me, won't you?

- I heard you come up.

I assume you want to work.

- Correct, I do.

- How do you want me?

Should I take to take
up this morning's pose?

- No, go to bed.
- What?

Don't tell me.

Well, you won't be
needing me tonight then.

- Or ever again.

- What does that mean?

- I thought that was quite plain.

- You don't think you can get rid of me

just like that, do you?

- Why not, you were paid well enough.

- Paid for posing, maybe,
but that's not all I did.

- Well, that was up to you.

- Look, I'm not some little
art school tart you pick up

and throw away just when you feel like it.

You've had other girls
before, I haven't minded.

It doesn't bother me if you
just want to sleep with her.

- You're beginning to sound as

though you thought you had
some say in the matter.

- Don't think I haven't.

- And what do you think you can do?

Oh, get out before I lose my temper!

- Just what has she got that I haven't?

What's so special about her?

- This girl has an inner radiance,

such as I've only seen once before.

Hers is a beauty of the soul,

and its her soul I shall
capture through my art.

- Oh, very impressive.

But don't think I'm just
gonna sit back and take it

because I'm not.

- Oh!

- Millie, my love.

Here, let me.

I've been talking to Victor about you.

You have definitely made a conquest.

I hope that was your intention.

- He just said he wants
to do a few sketches.

- Is that what he said?

Nothing else?
- No.

Why?

- Well, he was going on a
great deal about your beauty.

I must say I agree with him.

Are you going to pose for him?

- Well, I don't really
want to, but what can I do?

- He can be very persuasive.

- He frightens me.

But I expect I'm just being stupid.

- I suppose he told you you inspired him.

He tells 'em all that.

Don't worry, we all fall for it.

Even I did once.

- How long have you been with him?

- Long enough.

- I've never posed for an artist before.

Do you think this will be all right?

You're so naive.

Once he gets you in there,

you don't think he'll give a damn

about what you're wearing, do you?

Don't forget, if things get a bit much,

my door is always open.

- [Victor] Millie, are you ready?

- I won't be long.

- So, you came after all.

- Millie, Millie!

- Ah, there you are.

- Millie?

Millie!

- Millie, Victor?

- There's nobody here.

- Forge.

- Oh my God!

- Millie!

What are you doing, Millie, no!

- Don't, Chi-San!

Don't do it!

I've finished with the police.

You'll have to make a
statement in the morning.

- I just don't understand.

Victor.

The others, it's terrible.

- One thing I learned out East,

never underestimate the power of revenge.

- You shouted something, what was it?

Chi-San?

What did that mean?

- That was the name of a girl.

Japanese.

As soon as I came through that door

and saw Millie in that kimono, I knew.

- [John] But this Chi-San.

- Oh, yes, Chi-San.

Victor was obsessed by her,
I don't know what happened.

He was under her spell for
years, then she just disappeared.

All that was left was a
bronze, his best work.

He said it was cursed, put it away.

This girl was part of a very
sinister religious sect.

They believed the spirit of
the dead could enter the mind

of anyone who wore that kimono

and use their body to take revenge.

I read once that in extreme cases the body

of the wearer actually took on a likeness

of whoever was controlling their mind.

Once Millie had put it on,

she was completely
under Chi-San's control.

In a trance.

Mike, Jane, the others.

Millie didn't even
realize what she had done.

- [John] You mean that,
that thing, that was Millie?

- As I said, she had grown
to resemble her controller.

A tragedy had befallen her
to make her so disfigured.

I don't know.

- But Millie just picked up the kimono

in a market somewhere.

She'd never even heard of Victor Clare.

It's the most incredible chance.

- Was it?

The power of evil is always
stronger than that of good.

If you ask me, it was preordained.