All language subtitles for Hammer.House.of.Horror.S01E05.The.House.That.Bled.to.Death.1980.720p

Pills!

Pills!

There we are. 42 Coleman Road.

There's no sale board up.

No, well, it's been on the
market quite a while.

Conventional mortgages are
rather tricky on these older properties.

Well, beggars can't be choosers.

I think it'll do very well.

Shall we go inside?

She'll be all right in the car.

Stay there, darling.
We won't be long.

We're just going to go in the
house with Mr Powers. All right?

It needs rather a lot
doing to it, I'm afraid.

That's all right. I don't mind,
as long as the price is right.

Yes, of course. House prices
are ridiculous these days,

especially to first-time purchasers.

I've even managed to get a
job in the area, too.

Splendid.

Well, now, we'll just check
the particulars.

Just one child, isn't it?

Mm. Sophie.

An impressionable age,
I always think.

She's very quiet.

Yes, well, this all seems
in order, Mr Peters.

Not exactly

shipshape condition, but I'm sure
there'll be no problem of a loan on

this particular property.

I hope you'll be very happy here.

Yeah, yeah, all right.
Over to me a bit. Take it round a bit.

Timmy.

You promised.

That's right. I promised.

Sophie!

Mummy! Mummy!

- It's all right.
- What is it?

The wall.

It's all right. It's all right.
Sh! Sh!

- She says it's blood.
- Blood?

Someone’s got a vivid imagination,
haven't they?

I expect it's iron or rust.

God alone knows what
you've done to the gas.

It's leaking all over the bedroom -
the gas tap. I couldn't turn it off.

There's nothing.

No gas. Nothing.

But there was. I know
there was. It was...

- Look. Nothing.
- But I couldn't get it to stop.

- Oh, hello.
- Hello.

I'm Jean Evans.
I live just across the road.

I thought you might like
a cup of tea.

- How lovely. Come in.
- Thank you.

William!

Come through into the kitchen.

By the way, I'm Emma.

We're in a terrible mess,
I'm afraid.

- I don't envy you.
- Yes, there's a lotto do.

Excuse me a minute.

William!

Come down.

Your tea break's arrived!

Ooh, how lovely. You are
kind. Thank you.

Oh, this is my husband.

- Hi. William Peters.
- Hello. Jean Evans.

- I do hope you don't think I'm butting in.
- Oh, good Lord, no.

Do you know, I read that
moving house is the biggest upheaval

you'll ever have in your life.

It's much more stressful than
something like changing jobs,

a death in the family,
or getting a divorce.

I don't think I fancy any of those.

Not today, at any rate.

Oh, so much needs doing.

You get the feeling

that you'll never get straight
in a million years.

Hey.

Look at this.

That's not ours, is it, darling?

Oh no, I didn't say it was.

But if there's a spare one
going, we might as well use it.

Clear the decks.

Oh.

It must have belonged to the
last people, I suppose.

- Did you know them?
- Me?

Me? No, not really.

Oh, what about Sophie?

She doesn't drink tea.

Milk.
I'll take her some milk.

Why don't you come upstairs
with me and meet Sophie?

Urn, rules of the house.

No-one's allowed to go upstairs
empty-handed.

Oh. Fair enough.
What shall I take?

Well, you can load me up with
blankets and you can bring the milk.

Shall I get the milk?

Ooh, and d'you think you could
get the pillow as well?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

Oh, very good. You look like
a Sherpa going up Everest.

I am.

Are you all right?

Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that
I didn't see that there before.

On, that.

I just found it. Down there in the
cupboard where the tablecloth was.

I'm going to collapse if I
stand here much longer.

I'm coming.

- This is Sophie.
- Hello, Sophie.

- I've brought you up some milk.
- Sophie, darling,

say hello to Jean.

Oh, dear. She talks more to
the cat than she does to us.

Oh, they all go through a phase.

Come along, then. Got to make
your bed up, haven't we?

Can I do anything to help?

Oh, you could just shove that lot in
there. At least they'll be out of sight.

How's Timmy now, darling?

He doesn't like it here.

Oh, dear.

Well, he'll soon get
used to it, don't worry.

You haven't clone any unpacking,
have you?

And you know your night-light's
in there somewhere, don't you?

And you know what an old fusspot
you are about it.

Look.

Oh.

How many more of these
are we going to find?

Hey, look!

Snap. We've got a pair.

What are you trying to do?

Kill me?

What are you looking at?

The really nice thing about
people who've just moved in

is that they don't have time
to put their curtains up.

You're a dirty old man.

I wouldn't say old.

Well, she'd better put something
on. She'll freeze to death in that house.

Wrong again.

Come on.
That's quite woken me up.

You'll be queuing up for blue movies next.

Why should I want to do that?

Well, that's that.

Hm?

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

It's just that... Well, what were
those sword things...

- What?
- What were they doing there?

I thought the police took
everything away.

How should I know?
Come to bed.

Poor things.

They obviously don't know.

- There's no reason why they should.
- They're bound to find out.

Eventually, yes,

but for goodness' sake,
let them settle in first, love.

Now, come to bed.

Morning! Want a lift?

Morning. I'm George Evans.
Where are you off to?

Morning. I'm starting work today
at the hospital. St Stephen's.

Oh, it's on my way.
I can easily drop you off. Jump in.

Thank you.

What's your line of work, then?

Not a brain surgeon,
by any chance, are you?

Not yet.
No, I'm not sure myself.

I used to be a steward on a cruise
liner, but that's no sort of life.

No? All that sunshine, and beautiful
girls lying around a swimming pool?

- Do me a favour!
- Yeah, well, that side of it's OK.

No, with Sophie growing up and,
well, me always away from home...

This is the only kind of job
I could get around here.

To tell you the truth, I'm not even
sure what hospital porters do.

They wheel dead bodies around
most of the time, I should imagine.

Oh, great! Cut myself shaving,
I'm out like a light.

There you are. Now, off you go
and find Timmy.

And when you find him,

tell him from me he's to carry his
own cat food from the supermarket

from now on.

Mind you don't spill it, darling.

Timmy.

Timmy.

Timmy.

Timmy.

Timmy.

Timmy.

Timmy.

Oh, God! Get something!

It's all right, Sophie. It's all right.

It's all right.
Stop it, darling.

Stop it. It's all right.
It's all right!

Sh!

It's all right now. It's all right.

It's all right.

Poor Timmy.

You're just going to stay in
Mummy's bed with Mummy,

and we'll look after
each other, OK?

Stupid cat.

She loved that bloody cat.

Well, you know how sorry
we both are.

Emma's taken one of the pills the
doctor left. I think it's the best thing.

Sophie?

Oh, she went off hours ago,
poor little thing.

Why? That's what I keep
asking myself.

I mean, cats aren't stupid,
so why does ours have to be?

I didn't even know
the damn window was broken.

She thought the world of the
blessed thing.

- You could get her another one.
- Oh, try telling that to Sophie.

Yeah, that's silly. I'm sorry.

No. I, I'm sorry.

Er, I think I'll just pop up
and see if they're all right.

Sophie.

S'pose I'd better run him in
in the morning.

- Couldn't he take the clay off?
- He says not.

They could both do with a good
night's sleep, if you ask me.

- Daddy, where's Timmy?
- Jean, quickly!

Timmy! Timmy!
Where's Timmy? Timmy!

- I hate you! Why did you do it?
- Darling, it's all right. Calm down.

Mummy! Mummy!

Don't go. Please don't go.

- I've told her before about that night-light.
- Yeah?

Well, she's dropped off at last.

- It's all my fault. She saw me.
- How do you mean?

While I was out burying the cat,
I looked up.

I thought she was asleep.

Oh, poor child!

God only knows how Emma
didn't wake up.

Oh, it's best that she should sleep.
She's had a pretty nasty shock, as well.

Yeah. Are you sure you don't mind
staying the night?

No. Anyway, I promised Sophie.

It will all seem different
in the morning.

All because of some damn stupid cat.

- She's sound asleep.
- Oh, good.

You'd better get some sleep, too, if you've
got to get up at the crack of dawn.

- Oh, it's, er... there.
- Thank you.

Do you mind if I leave the
landing light on?

No. Sure, sure.

- Thanks. Good night.
- Good night.

It's all right.

I was afraid.

It's all right.

Don't worry.

Yeah, he buried bits of her
all over the garden,

and under the floorboards.

Then, one day, a dog dug
something up in the front over there.

And that was that.

When the police arrived,
he barricaded himself in the attic.

I mean, you read about things
like this, but...

I just don't believe that a house
can relive the past, do you?

No, quite honestly, I don't.

- Is Sophie all right?
- I think she's asleep.

Jean.

Tell me again what happened.

- I've told you.
- Tell me again.

Well, I looked up and
there they were.

After that.

I screamed,
and I suppose I must have fainted.

And when you came round,
there was nothing there.

No.

Well, I didn't see anything.

And you didn't see anything.

No.

What are you...?
Are you saying that I made this up?

I don't know.
I don't know what I'm saying.

I'm trying to make some kind of
sense out of all this.

Well, the cat...

It got caught on the broken glass.

Well, the blood. I mean,
there was blood on those sword things.

Only you saw that.

Oh, no.

- Please, Jean, I didn't mean to...
- You're saying that I imagined all this?

I don't know what you saw.

I believe that you thought you saw it...

Only... Emma and I didn't.

And it's our house.
And it hasn't done anything to us.

It's our one chance of building
a life together.

All our money's in it. Somehow
we've got to be able to live there.

Emma and I have got to believe that it's
all right - for us.

There's no alternative.

William's right, Jean.

We've got to make it work
for us somehow.

To do that, we're going to
need your help.

Promise us that you'll never breathe
a word about this to anyone.

It doesn't matter whether you're right,
or we're right,

but just a hint that anything's wrong

and, suddenly,
people are going to remember that murder.

We won't even stand a chance.

Yes. All right. I promise.

Don't worry. You can count on us.

Darling, it's late. What about Sophie?

- She can stay here for the night.
- Oh, thanks, George.

William, I'm just going down the shops.

- All right.
- I'll be about an hour.

Come on, pet.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello, Sophie.
- Hello.

I'm sorry we've not seen you.
We've been so busy with the house.

- It's looking lovely.
- Mm. Still a long way to go yet, I'm afraid.

We've been meaning to
ask you both over, but,

well, William's been on nights a lot.

We're just off to the shops.

I'll walk with you.

Lovely. How's George, then?

Oh, he's very well.

I must get something for
George for supper.

Maybe I'll get liver.
He likes that.

I know you don't want to talk about it,
but is everything all right?

Yes, yes, it's fine.

- Look, I'm sorry about that night.
- Oh, it's us who should say sorry.

Thank you. You look tired.

Oh, I'm all right.

I think I will get some liver.

It looks nice, doesn't it?

What is it?

Mummy!

- Oh, it's all right. It's all right, darling.
- Mummy!

I'm all right, really.

Are you sure you're feeling all right?

Yes, yes, I'm fine.
I don't know what came over me.

Sophie, you won't tell Daddy
what happened, will you, hm?

He'll only worry.

Please.

If that's what you want.

You'd better give me the shopping.

Thanks.

- Hello.
- Hello. We just met in the street.

Well, it's nice to see you again.

- You're working wonders, I must say.
- Well, you should have a look inside.

I've just made some tea.

- Would you like some?
- Yes, why not'? Come on in.

Lovely, thanks.

Not bad, is it?

Well, this is a bit more like it.

Not bad, is it?

It certainly isn't.

William's worked very hard.
He never stops.

You must come upstairs
and have a look round before you go.

Yes.

Perhaps we were superstitious,
after all.

We chucked them out.

Sophie, stop guzzling chocolate
and go and get some

milk out of the fridge for
Mummy, please.

- What is it?
- In the fridge.

It's not true.

Get out.

Go on. Get out.

Nothing has ever happened
since that night. Nothing

Not until you've come back in here.
Now, we're all right on our own.

You just leave us be.
Now, get out. Go on. Get out!

Get out!

Goon

I can't...

I can't take it any more.

I should have got these.

No, no, it's all right.
It us that's asking for help.

You've managed very well so far.

Well, it's as much your house
as it is ours.

In a manner of speaking.

We're getting near the end.
We don't know what'll happen or when.

I appreciate that.

And I appreciate
your taking me into your confidence.

I haven't much alternative, have I?

It wasn't just me this time.
They saw it, too.

I wonder what other terrible things
are happening to them.

I don't know, and there's nothing we can do.
We have to let them lead their own lives.

I reckon they need some help.

Take your hands out of your pockets.

- Hello there. Now you're...?
- This is Darren.

Darren, right. And you're
Darren's mum.

- Right.
- Well, put your coats on the banisters.

- I'll some them all out later.
- Right.

Sophie's in the front room.

- Now, behave yourself in there, won't you?
- Yes.

Here you are, Sophie.
Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Hello. Is that for me?

You can give it to Sophie.

- Go on through.
- Hope there's enough to eat.

- Hello, Isobel.
- Hello.

How are you? Go on over
with the others.

Sophie, look who's here!

Hi.

You must be mad,
opening your house to this lot!

At this age, they tear the place apart
in three minutes once they get going.

Ah!

Isn't he lovely?

Darren!

Come out of it.

We have central heating.
He's never seen a chimney before.

- Hello, Wayne.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- All right, thank you.

You'll have to go over with the girls.
You're outnumbered, I'm afraid.

Happy birthday.

- Everything all right?
- Yes, sweetheart.

- Hi, Janet.
- Hello.

Have you all met Olive the Ostrich?

Have you? Look, here we go.

William,

put it down.

I think he's more pleased with that
than Sophie!

All right. You'd better have it.

Your room does look lovely now.

Let's hope it stays lovely.

Darren!

We were thinking of getting
central heating.

- I like open fires, don't you?
- I wouldn't be without it now.

- Shall we get the food going? I'm hungry.
- It's not your party,

it's their party.

Urgh!

Oh, no!

Who did it?

What kind of a sick joke
does anyone think they're playing?

Which one of you
gave Sophie that as a present?

Which one of you?

Get out of here! Go on. Get out.

Go on! All of you.

- How could anyone?
- Darling.

Look, it's just a rusty old sword.

Now, Sophie's all right,
aren't you, darling?

I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean to...
- Well, it's enough to give anyone a shock.

Who'd want to give a thing
like that to a child?

My Darren would, for one.

I'm terribly sorry.

It might be an antique heirloom,

you never know.

Please forgive me, everyone.

It's all right, love. All over now.

Darren, go and help pick up all that paper.

- I'm sorry.
- Excuse me.

We mustn't spoil the party, must we?

- I'll go and put the kettle on.
- No, really, it's all right.

You stay there.

What a terrible thing to do.
Nasty-looking thing.

Yeah, we found a pair of them
when we moved in.

They used to hang up there,
but we threw them away.

It looks like you've got
one of them back again.

There's something wrong with your water.

All right, sweetheart?

You're not a plumber by any chance,
are you?

Do I look like one?

I'd better nip upstairs
and have a look at the tank.

And who's starving hungry?

Me!

Who's going to eat all their
jelly first? Find your seats.

Oh, my goodness! That's it.
Legs under.

OK, then, everybody tuck in.

You know what we always say -

bread and butter first.
Isn't that right, Jamie?

Right. There's your jelly.

- What's that?
- Your old man. He's trying to fix the water.

It's gone off. You'll have to wait
for your tea.

Darren, use your spoon!

They don't teach them anything
at school these days, do they?

Jelly, Sophie? Do you want some
blancmange, as well?

No? Have you got jelly over there?

Has everybody got enough
over there?

Have you had enough to eat?

You look a bit sick.

You'll have to Walt, dear.

Has everyone got enough
orange juice?

Just a little bit.

Oh, honestly!

In front of all these other
people, Darren!

- It's not a bit funny, is it?
- No.

I think it's about time to light
the old cake, don't you?

Is everybody in good voice?

Six.

Seven, before I burn my fingers...

Ready?

I'm sorry, Mrs Evans, she's
still under sedation.

All on this "house of
blood story, are we?"

- What do you make of it?
- Oh, a load of rubbish so far.

Have you managed to talk to
anybody yet?

Only a few mothers at the party.

They were either hysterical,
or the husbands warn you off.

There has to be a story
there somewhere.

- Are you staying down the road?
- Yes.

- Will you have a drink?
- Gin and tonic.

Gin and tonic, please, love.

You can see her for a few minutes,
Mrs Evans, but, please,

don't stay too long.

Her husband came with their little girl
in the middle of the night.

Thank you.

They've gone?

- William and Sophie, you mean?
- Mm.

Who's Mr Powers?

He's trying to help, Jean.

I'm sorry, Mrs Evans,
the doctor's here.

Right.

It's very good of you to
talk to me.

Emma said you were trying to help them,
Mr Powers.

Well, that's what friends
are for, isn't it?

Where have William and Sophie gone?

For the time being, just away.

But they're safe,

- don't worry.
- I just thank God they're out that house.

Exactly.

The house.

I believe you knew the Johnsons.

The man who murdered his wife.

Only very slightly.

Well, then, perhaps you can
help me to help William and Emma.

Oh, Mrs Evans, I'm afraid she's gone.

- Gone?
- Her husband came to collect her Ln the night.

- Where has she gone?
- I'm afraid we don't have an address.

I wonder, could I have a word with you?

This is a little embarrassing, after all
the terrible things that have happened,

but, how well did you
know the Peters?

We met them when they
first moved in.

We can find no trace of
Mrs Peters through any of the

social security departments.

It would appear they weren't
actually married.

Well, does it matter?
Can't we just leave them in peace now?

I suppose you're right.
No doubt they have their reasons.

Well, thank you.

Come on, then.

Sophie!

Here you are, darling.

Hey, he's clone it!

- Watch out!
- He's actually done Lt.

Oh, who cares?

A million dollars. You'll be able to bathe
Ln champagne for the rest of your life.

- A million?
- A cool million.

Oh, wow!

Now, do you love me?

No, I love your money.

You rotten gold-digger!

Ah! William!

- Right. That's it.
- No! William, no!

- Yes. Oh, yes.
- Ah!

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

To... Andrew James Powers,
provider of all wealth.

He had the easy part.

It takes a man of vision to know
what the public wants,

and how to give it to 'em.

A million for the film rights
says that guy's a genius.

And who did all the work?

Who set it up for him in the first place?

Mm.

I just wish he knew how
really frightened I was sometimes,

never knowing what was
going to happen.

Well... if you'd've known
what I was going to do all the time,

you'd never have fooled anybody,
would you?

And you were for real, believe me.

Now, we're for real, aren't we?

You didn't know that when
he hired you, did you?

A poor unmarried mum with
nowhere to go.

Mm. I fell in love with my husband,
didn't I?

Prove it.

Not a bad life, eh?

20% of two and a half million.

Mm...

What about Sophie?

Oh, don't worry. They're only
nightmares. She'll grow out of it.

William, we've been here three years
in California and she's still having them.

I mean, she was so young.
We don't know what she remembers,

or what she makes of it all.

We'll tell her one clay, eh? When she's
old enough to understand properly.

Stop worrying. This story
has a happy ending, remember?

How many times have I told you
not to come in without knocking?

Where the hell did you get that?

No!