Original subtitles

- It's hot out there.

- What are you doing over here?

- Well I had to get out of there for a few minutes.

Anyway she's asleep.

- Go on back over there.

- Well I don't like it.

She ought to be in the hospital.

- That's for me and Crawther to worry about.

- Well it's for me to worry about, I'm the one that has

to take care of her, I'm damn sick of it.

- I'm damn sick of your complaining.

Crawther's the doctor, he'll handle it.

- Crawther's a fool, he'll do anything you say.

- Hah, that's for Crawther to worry about.

- Look I think I know what you're doing and I don't like it.

- You don't know nothing.

Now you listen to me-- - No you listen to me!

I stood by you all these years.

Take care of you when you're sick.

Sleep with you.

At your convenience!

Well I've seen you do a lot of things

and I kept my mouth shut.

But I've never seen you do nothing like this.

What is that medicine I'm giving her anyway.

- Annie, one thing you never used to do was stick

your nose in my business.

And you'd better not start doing it now, in your old age.

- Well I want you to call her granddaughter.

- Damn it keep out of this.

I don't want that girl here meddling in my business.

Go on back over there and take care of Ms. Harriet

like I'm telling you.

- You're not gonna call her?

Well then I am.

(gasps)

- Annie, now you listen you good, because I'm only gonna

say this one time, don't call that girl.

(screaming)

You understand?

Now you get your butt back on over there

and do what I'm telling you.

(upbeat funky music)

(muttering)

- Hi Mandy this is Dave Diettrich, your prints are

ready when you wanna come by and get them.

- Ms. Post, I can't tell you who I am

but this is important, you'd better come to Allerton,

your grandmother Post is real sick.

She may be dying, now don't tell anybody I called,

just come okay?

I hope you get this message.

Come to Allerton, your grandmother Post is real sick.

She may be dying, now don't tell anybody I called,

just come okay?

I hope you get this message.

(ominous music)

(doorbell ringing)

- Hello Ms. Post. - Oh Lord.

I'm in a hurry, Nick.

- Is that anyway to treat your old man?

- You're not my old man, Dr. Capreze.

Not after the other night.

- Look Mandy let's just talk it out.

- I don't have time Nick, I have to leave again, why now?

- Where to this time?

- Where I'm going is none of your business.

- Damn it it is my business.

- Look we're not together anymore do you understand.

- Is that all?

- Nick.

I'm going to Allerton, my grandmother's very ill,

she may be dying.

It's been 13 years since I've been there, 13 years.

I left when my mother died.

My grandma wrote from time to time.

And we talked on the phone occasionally.

I always told myself she didn't really need me anymore.

Now I guess she does.

I could never bring myself to go back to that town.

And that house...

That house of the seasons.

(calming music)

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Mom, who called?

- Wrong number honey.

Don't worry about it, just go to sleep.

Good night. - Good night.

(foreboding music)

(anticipatory music)

(eerie music)

(screaming)

Mom?

Mom?

(eerie foreboding music)

(screaming)

(funky music)

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Hello?

Grandma?

Grandma, Grandma?

It's me, Grandma, Amanda.

I'm here Grandma.

- Go away.

Take them away.

- I can't hear you, Grandma! - Away...

- What are you doing, who are you?

- I'm Miss' Post granddaughter and I've come to be with her.

- Oh yes, Amanda.

Rita Post's little girl, has come back.

- Surprised?

- Well we haven't seen you in such a long time.

- Oh well my home's in Dallas now.

- Ahaha, well I'm Dr. Crawther.

- Oh yes I remember you.

- Won't you come into the dining room,

I've given her a sedative and she shouldn't be disturbed.

- Who's been taking care of her?

- We've had (mumbling) help.

- What's wrong with her?

- Many things, she's very old you know.

Your grandmother is a very independent lady.

She wanted no one around to do things for her,

and consequently, she was quite ill for many days

before I was even aware of her serious condition.

- Shouldn't she be in a hospital?

- No, not necessarily.

- This isn't the best place for a sick person,

you have to admit that.

- No I don't Ms. Post, you're being presumptuous.

Your grandmother was very attached to this old place.

(rumbling)

- Who's that, who else is in this house.

- But that couldn't be Amanda, it couldn't be Amanda.

- Yeah but if it is, that woman would've called her.

- Damn it, to hell!

- Welcome home, Ms. Post.

- Oh I remember you, you're mister--

- Judge, we call him that.

I'll look in on Ms. Harriet.

- Well then, you've grown up Ms. Post.

- I can see that in your eyes, Judge.

- I am delighted to see you again, Ms. Post.

- Mr. Kearn, it's been a long time.

- I'd like to speak to you privately, concerning

some affairs that are very important to this town.

- Claude.

- This is none of your business Judge.

- He wants you to give him this house.

- That's not the truth, it's not for me, it's for posterity.

You make it sound so mercenary.

- It is mercenary.

He's been hanging around this house like a vulture

ever since Ms. Harriet took ill.

Trying to add to his collection.

- That is a lie.

- I came here to see my grandmother.

Now I've walked into a...

Well it's just ridiculous.

Dr. Crawther, I want my grandmother in the hospital.

- That is not your decision to make Ms. Post.

- Nor is it yours Judge.

- It was your grandmother's decision and she decided--

- She can't even talk, she's in no condition

to make that decision anymore.

- You seem to be very suddenly concerned Ms. Post.

It has been after all some 13 years.

- You seem to be very strangely concerned, Judge.

I want my grandmother admitted.

- I'll do no such thing.

- All right, I'll find someone who will.

- Very well.

If you should need me, I'll be in my office.

You'll find a list of Ms. Harriet's medications

on the table.

- Now is there anything else?

- You've made a mistake, Ms. Post.

Dr. Crawther is very well thought of hereabouts,

it will be difficult to find anyone to admit her.

- That's the least of my problems.

- By the way I'm fairly well thought of hereabouts too.

- Yes I'm sure you are.

- You staying here? - Why not?

- Oh just that a pretty little old thing like you

all alone in this big rambly old house.

You never can tell, but then you're a big girl now.

You take care now, you hear?

- Well?

- I, hope you'll come and see me at the museum soon.

Oh it's been a long time, we've grown.

We are very proud of it.

- I'll come soon Mr. Kearn.

- I'll hope you'll excuse?

(calming music)

Come see me soon.

- Claude Kearn the curator.

Grandma, Grandma?

(door rambling) (foreboding music)

You're still a spooky old house.

But you can't scare me!

But you can't scare me, yoohoo, yoohoo!

(rumbling) Yoohoo!

(foreboding music)

Yoohoo?

Is anyone up here?

- Good morning, Dr. Capreze's office.

- Dr. Capreze please.

- Dr. Capreze.

- Nick, Mandy. - Hello Ms. Post.

- Oh come on Nick, listen I need your help, grandma's really

sick, I think she ought to be in the hospital.

- Well where is she if she isn't?

- Well she's here at the house, her doctor won't admit her.

He says she's better off here.

- Well he should know.

- Nick, she needs to be in the hospital.

- (laughing) Good old Mandy.

(rumbling) Did you tell him that?

(foreboding music) Mandy?

Mandy is something the matter?

- NO-

Will you come?

- I'll be there tonight. - Okay.

Bye.

(phone ringing)

Hello? - Hello Ms. Post.

- Hello, is that you Nick?

I can't hear you, are you--

- Welcome to Allerton.

- Why thank you.

- We've missed you, I've missed you.

- What?

- Would you come closer to the phone Ms. Post

so I can hear you breathe?

- Who is this?

- I can almost feel

your breath

on my face.

- Oh come on, buster.

I don't believe it, not in Allerton.

(calming music)

(eerie music) (screaming)

(calming music)

(foreboding music)

(phone ringing)

All right.

Hello.

- I thought you'd never answer Ms. Post.

- Well I did, who is this?

- I hope I didn't interrupt.

- You didn't, now who is this.

- An old friend.

We could be very good friends Ms. Post.

Why, we could.

- Bye now.

(phone ringing)

- Don't hang up on me again Ms. Post.

It makes me unhappy, I've been waiting too long for this.

- Hey, guess what?

- Huh, what?

- You're very sick. - I am not sick.

Don't you ridicule me.

I won't allow it.

Others have ridiculed me.

I did not like them either Ms. Post.

You are breathing heavier Ms. Post.

Does that signify anything?

- I'm freezing, what do you want?

- I'd love to warm you.

- Shove it, mister!

(foreboding music)

Boy oh boy did you almost get it.

Why didn't you knock or something, you scared me to death.

- I did no one answered. - Oh.

- What's that for?

- Oh I just got frightened, some silly phone call.

- Who was it?

- Some jerk getting his jollies.

- A breather?

- Just your standard class B obscene caller.

How is she?

- Oh, I haven't had time to examine,

hey you look pretty cute.

- You just take care of your patient huh?

(calm foreboding music)

How's she doing?

- Not so good.

Mandy how long has she been asleep?

- Oh about, my God, since I've been here, noon 12:30?

- Well how many of these did you give her?

- One at four, like it says to.

- I don't understand, who is this Crawther guy?

- Why?

- I wanna talk to him, there's something wrong here.

She must be getting something else.

* My God!

- Hey hey, I want her admitted first thing in the morning,

she'll be all right here for the night.

Okay Ms. Post how about me?

Do I stay here or at a motel?

- Here.

- Oh?

- Sorry sir, it happens to be a single.

- Well it beats 12,50 I guess.

(eerie, calm music)

- Nick?

Damn it Nick!

All right Nick, now what do you think--

- Ssshht!

Now come on.

What are you doing--

- All right Nick, now what were you doing in my room?

- I haven't been in your room--

- I'm not in the mood for funnies Nick,

you came in, I know you did, I saw you go down the stairs.

- Baby if I'd been in your room, I'd still be in there,

you must've been dreaming.

- Truth?

- Truth.

Get some sleep, go on.

(foreboding music)

- Museum...

- She's mumbling something about a museum.

That mean anything to you?

- No I don't think so.

- Well get on the phone and get that ambulance here.

- Okay-

- Museum...

- May I ask, who are you sir?

I'm Dr. Crawther, in charge of this case.

- You were doctor.

- I see.

- Don't you walk out on me doctor I have some questions.

- You're impertinent young man.

- Tell me doctor why haven't you had her admitted?

- Because she insisted! - She can't even talk!

- Doctor I resent your implications and your haste.

If you will take time to find out you will learn

that Mrs. Post did not wish to be admitted to a hospital,

she preferred to remain in her own home.

She is an old, old lady, much near her death

and you know and an old lady who preferred to die

in the house she was born in, now if you will excuse me.

(calming music)

(piano jingling)

- Mr. Kearn?

Grandma?

(calming music)

- You kept your promise Ms. Post.

- Yes I'm glad I did.

- For you.

- A bribe, Mr. Kearn?

- No, a tribute.

- Look Mr. Kearn, it's been over 13 years

since I've played here.

- Ah, but we've grown.

- Yes I can see that.

- Aren't you curious?

May I show you around, may I show you all the things

that are so very precious to me.

- My grandmother's things are very precious to me also.

(calming music)

- It's wonderful to have you here.

I have a surprise for you.

I remember how you used to love surprises.

This, is very special, unique.

You won't tell anyone about this?

- If you don't want me to.

- Promise, promise you won't.

- Okay I promise.

But I really have to go after this.

Is that supposed to be my mother?

Why did you do this?

- You like it?

- No I don't.

It's sick!

It's a bad joke Mr. Kearn!

- Wait!

- Now I want my grandmother's things out of here,

upstairs and downstairs, I want our things put back

where they belong.

- I can't do that.

- You'd better, and you'd better fast.

If you don't we'll see what the judge can do about it.

- But I did it for you, for when you came back

for you to remember by.

- The main thing I remember is a scared little girl with a

dead mother, I don't need or want to remember anything else!

(funky upbeat music)

(gate creaking) (door knocking)

- What do you want? - I want to talk to you.

- Well talk.

- Privately.

- Hell you were bound to getting here sooner or later.

Come on in.

- Why you've been keeping secrets Judge.

- Take a good look around Claude, but don't get any ideas.

This is mine.

- It is beautiful.

- What do you want, Claude?

- I want to make a deal with you.

I know what you and Crawther did to Ms. Harriet

and I won't say anything about it.

If you just make the girl leave the things in the museum.

She's not to be trusted!

She's just like...

- Just like her mother, Claude?

Just like Rita?

What was Rita like, Claude?

Now that Amanda is back to remind us all.

Maybe we should talk about what happened to Rita, hm Claude?

Maybe you know something the rest of us don't know.

(eerie calming music)

- NO-

- Maybe Crawther should give you something, Claude?

- I'm no sick old lady, Judge.

Crawther doesn't scare me.

- Go home back to the museum and play with your mannequins

Claude, I don't have time for your games.

- The girl,

is going to take the things out of the museum.

Stop her from doing it.

Have I made you angry?

I didn't mean to make you angry.

I love her, I loved her when she was a little girl.

I took good care of her.

I taught her a lot.

Don't let her go away.

- Hello Ms. Post.

- Didn't you ever hear of knocking?

- You're late, 3:07.

- I was at the hospital.

Look, I know this is a small town,

but do you always barge right into someone else's house.

- This isn't your house yet, Ms. Post.

I'm Ms. Harriet's attorney.

By her parole I may enter this house anytime I choose.

- Boy you sure have the gal.

- What I have young lady, are certain responsibilities.

- To whom?

According to Mr. Kearn--

- Claude's a thief.

I'm a busy man Ms. Post, I don't have time to waste.

I have told you that I want this house.

I would be willing to buy your interest in it,

your potential interest Ms. Post.

I will leave this to you, more than a fair price.

- I'll bet you do get everything you want.

Well I'll tell you what.

You don't get it, Kearn doesn't get it,

nobody gets it, not while I'm around, I'll burn it first!

You're a dirty old man.

You just give me the keys, get out, and stay out.

- You're in my way Ms. Post.

I'll be back tonight with the papers,

I think you'll change your mind.

- Not on your life, Judge.

- Ms. Post perhaps you think me a rustic fool,

I assure you I'm not.

I can quote great literature, here's one of my favorites

from Lewis Carroll.

The King's argument was, that anything that had a head

could be beheaded.

I'm partial to comedy.

- Kearn?

Kearn?

I'm here, where are you?

- Jim?

Up here, Jim.

- What do wanna see me about at this hour?

And why here?

This better be important.

Kearn?

Kearn where are you?

- Up here, Jim.

- Kearn?

Kearn?

judge?

(eerie music)

Where the hell are you?

(groaning) (thundering music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hello Ms. Post.

- Oh hi George, how've you been, long time no hear.

- I had to talk to you again.

I've been thinking about you.

I could see you undressing...

I had visions of you

with me.

- George shut up and listen, what is this huh?

Got a thing going, you charging admission?

Why don't you come on over and tell me your funnies

face to face huh?

Anything wrong, George, you're damn right there is,

and you know what it is, you're a miserable,

impotent freak, I'm not interested, so buzz off.

- You might be interested in your grandmother's life

Ms. Post.

- What's that?

- You hold her life in your hands,

and your own Ms. Post?

Still there?

- Why what do you want?

- The house, everything that enters the house is mine.

- This house has been in my family for many years,

it's now my grandmother's, it would've been my mother's--

- Your mother was like all the rest.

- What do you know about my mother?

- Shut up, I don't want to talk about her.

- Well I do, what do you know about my mother.

- Nothing, shut up.

- Do you know how she died?

- She stole something from me.

She was evil.

She deserved to die.

- Mister, you're crazy! - Give it up, give it up.

Give it up!

- Hello Ms. Post.

You don't know--

- What did you say?

- Well, I said, hello Ms. Post.

Look, I'm a...

What's the matter?

- I've got to get out of here!

- Well there's no place to go in Allerton.

How's your grandma?

- What?

- Well I said, how's your grandma?

- Why?

- Oh I'm just interested.

Wasn't for me you wouldn't have got those phone calls.

- What?

- My goodness you don't look well at all.

(phone ringing)

Better answer that, it might be about your grandma.

- I will, please don't hurt her, please!

(eerie music)

- Hello?

- Hello Ms. Post.

- I'm here. - Now you're here, you mean.

- Went out.

I trust you didn't say anything.

- NO-

How did you?

- Why then, you're forgiven.

See how easy I am?

- You're sick you know, you need help.

- And you could help me.

- Well I could try.

- Why that's exactly what I had in mind, Ms. Post.

- Well good, we could--

- You could help me.

I have been waiting since it was that day

to hear you say that.

Say you'll help me.

Say it, go ahead say it.

- I'll help you any way I can.

- Oh that's just fine.

Ms. Post will help me.

Make the sounds for me you make

when you're making love.

The cheap sounds all women make.

- No, no I can't.

- Now make the sounds your mother made.

- What are you trying to do to me?

- I can't hear them.

- No please I can't.

- Ms. Post, your mother was not cooperative either.

I warned her.

I told (mumbling) that way.

- You wouldn't. - But I would!

The sounds, now.

- Look, I really can help you.

- The sounds, now.

I'm tired of this Ms. Post.

I want to hear them.

- Please, who are you?

- Your mother knew.

Ms. Post!

- Okay all right, I'll do it.

(heart beating)

- Touch,

your body.

Let me feel your hair on the phone.

Are you doing that Ms. Post?

- Yes.

- I don't think you are.

(eerie foreboding music)

(soft moaning)

Oh!

Oh...

God...

Goon

Very good.

I think

I'll call you

Amanda, now that we are so very much,

matter acquainted.

I think we should sleep now.

Don't you Amanda?

- Yes. - Oh yes!

I would appreciate it,

if you stayed in the house.

Don't go out Amanda, no phone calls even.

Do you understand? - Yes.

- Good night,

Amanda.

I will be talking with you again.

(eerie music)

(anticipatory jingling)

- County Hospital.

- Dr. Capreze please, this is an emergency.

- Dr. Capreze.

- Nick, he's been calling again.

He threatened--

- Mandy, I don't have time now.

Your grandmother's worse.

- But I'm scared Nick, he made me,

he told me to...

- Honey just lock the doors and go on to bed,

he isn't going to go after you in person, they never do.

- But he made all sorts of--

- Mandy listen, go to bed.

He won't call again tonight, we'll sort this thing out

in the morning okay, sleep tight baby, I'll get there

as soon as I can.

I gotta run now, bye.

- But Nick!

Nick!

(eerie foreboding music)

- Ms. Post.

(distorted speaking) (eerie music)

- We could be very good friends, Ms. Post.

(distorted speaking) (eerie music)

- I want this house!

(distorted speaking) (eerie music)

- Nick?

Nick.

Oh thank God, there are you.

(laughing)

(eerie music)

Nick!

Nick, Nick, Nick, wake up, wake up!

(screaming)

Operator, operator!

- This is the operator.

May I help you?

Did you like my picture of Dr. Crawther?

The knife, it's not there Amanda.

Don't move away Amanda, stay there.

You look so lovely in red.

So pretty.

So pretty.

- You're sick!

You're sick!

- I'm not sick.

Don't say that ever again.

- You're sick!

- Come back here Amanda!

Come back, now!

- You're sick!

♪” Give me a little kiss ♪“

♪" With your heart ♪”

♪” Give me a little kiss ♪“

♪" With your heart ♪”

♪” Give me a little kiss ♪“

♪" With your heart ♪”

(screaming)

- Young lady you almost killed me, do you realize that?

- It's you, I should've known it was you.

You're crazy, you're sick, you killed my mother, you!

(screaming over each other)

(phone ringing)

It's not you!

- What's not me?

- It's him!

He's crazy, he's been threatening, he's in the house

I know he is.

- Who's here?

- I don't know, please help me!

I don't know who he is.

- Maybe I'll do, we'll see.

Hello?

- Why Amanda.

Your voice has changed.

- Who am I talking to?

- With whom am I speaking please?

- Why don't you come on in the dining room

and we'll settle this thing.

- Well I don't think I want to do that Judge.

Why don't you come up here?

All the way.

- You'd better stay down here.

- No please I don't wanna be alone.

- You'll be safe down here, I'll take care of him.

(foreboding music)

All right.

I'm coming.

Where are you?

'Judge?

Judge Stemple?

judge?

Judge Stemple?

(screaming)

- [Multiple Speakers] Amanda, Amanda, Amanda, Amanda...

- Amanda, Mandy?

Mandy? - Get away from me!

Go away! - Mandy?

- Get away!

Get away from me!

- Mandy!

Amanda what have you done?

For God's sake, what's happening?

What's happened?

(screaming)

(screaming)

(foreboding music)

(phone ringing)

(eerie foreboding music)

- And now shall we continue Ms. Post?

(calming music)

(laughing)