Suspiria Page #3

lighter. He really likes it.

Yes, but I don't think he's a thief.

At least you know.

-Are you eating up here?

-Yeah, they put me on a restricted diet.

And on a restricted diet, they give you wine?

That's professor Verdegast's idea.

Says it'll build up my blood.

The bell. Oh, god. That means

it's only 15 minutes till supper.

I'd better change.

-Ciao. See you later.

-Okay.

Where? Where?

Everywhere. The whole floor.

It's disgusting! It's disgusting!

-Where are they coming from?

-I don't know! Let's go and see!

-They're coming from the ceiling.

-In the meantime, everybody downstairs.

Don't let anyone come up.

I'm sorry. Truly mortified.

Please excuse me.

But it was nothing to do

with you, madame.

No, of course not, girls.

It was not madame Blanc's fault.

We ordered those cases

of food by mail...

From a reliable firm that

we thought to be honest.

Obviously, It arrived spoiled.

In a few days' time,

you see what happened.

-Oh, it was awful.

-Yes, one got in my mouth.

I suppose we're fortunate those things

only reached the floor below the attic.

-Are the other floors all right?

-Yes. We checked them out.

Just the floor where the

students' rooms are.

Well, I'll take care of the problem

of fumigating in the morning.

In the meantime, for tonight, I've

thought of a makeshift arrangement.

Go and see how they're getting

along, will you, dear?

The boys have kindly offered to help,

And they and the servants are turning

the practice hall into a dormitory.

If some of you choose to find hotel

rooms, I'll have no objections.

But it's already late,

and in any case,

The inconvenience will only

be for one night.

We'll all sleep together.

-Bravo.

-You all right?

-Yes, thank you.

-Fine.

-Is everything all right?

-Yes, thank you.

-Good.

-Are you all right?

Yes, madame Blanc. Thank you.

-Oh, it's very comfortable. Just like being in camp.

-Good.

Are you sleeping here with

us, too, Madame Blanc?

Certainly, as are all the other

teachers and miss Tanner.

Do the teachers live here at school?

No, they live in town.

They leave after supper at

It's very late. You won't be afraid

if I turn out the lights?

-Good night, everyone.

-Good night. Good night.

Is that guy hot for you?

-Maybe.

-That's funny.

I heard he was, uh--

-Of course, I'm not much of a gossip.

-That's a good one.

Come on. You tried to get

him and didn't make it.

-You liar! That's not--

-Why don't you two shut up?

Some of us want to go to sleep.

Hey, Sara. Forget it. It's okay.

Suzy, are you asleep?

-Were you sleeping?

-No. What's the matter?

You hear that snoring?

It's weird.

Hear it?

Where do you think it's coming from?

Behind the sheet.

Lies!

What?

They lied to us.

The directress is here.

That's her, the one who's snoring.

She's the directress.

-How do you know?

-I'm sure it's her.

Last year, for a while,

I lived in one of the guest rooms...

Under the top of the stairs.

One night,

I heard someone coming very late in,

Getting into bed in the room next to mine.

And then--

Then I heard this weird kind of snoring.

I tell you, it was so weird

I never forgot it.

Listen.

You hear that whistle?

It's exactly the same.

The next morning, madame Blanc told me...

That the directress had spent

a few hours at the school...

And had slept in the room next to mine.

You see?

So I know she's the directress.

She's here.

She's there.

Right behind that sheet.

Thank you. I'm grateful you can take

care of the fumigating so promptly.

-Good morning, madame Blanc.

-Good morning, Daniel.

-Is everything in order now?

-All cleaned up, madame.

Just to be sure, we checked

the other floors too.

Miss Tanner. Excuse me.

Did the directress sleep

here last night?

-No, she didn't. Good morning, Daniel.

-Good morning.

You know she's away on a trip. Maybe

she'll pay us a visit two weeks from now.

Excuse me, miss Tanner, But which

class do I attend this morning?

The second-year class in the red room.

Thank you.

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Enough. Enough!

-Do you know what happened? Do you know?

-What day is it?

Your lousy, disgusting

dog has bitten Albert!

He took a piece out

of Albert's arm.

-What?

-Did you all hear that?

That miserable dog tried

to mutilate a child.

Madame Blanc had to rush Albert to

a first-aid center to have stitches put in!

-That's impossible.

-Let's go to the first-aid center.

Even if you can't see the blood, at least

you can hear the poor child's crying.

That's enough now!

My dog's a peaceful, faithful

animal. He's never hurt anyone.

The boy must have done

something to him first!

Oh, the poor little animal!

The poor little puppy!

If I ever see him within a mile of this

school again, I'll have him put to death!

Stop it!

I won't allow such talk, you understand?

You won't allow it?

Then get out! You and your dog!

-Get moving!

-You b*tch!

Out!

I'm going. I'm going.

But try to understand that--

That I'm blind, not deaf.

Get it? Huh?

Not deaf.

Not deaf. You understand that?

You understand?

Ahh, fresh air!

Let me out of this gilded parade.

Get out! Get out of here! Good riddance!

Oh, Pavlos, how much longer

do I have to eat like this?

Hey, listen.

There they go, right on schedule.

The teachers. Remember?

Can you hear them?

They're going away.

You hear them?

Yes.

I--

I--I don't think they'll

even miss school.

What? What did you say?

Wake up.

I said, it doesn't seem to

me that they're going out.

A front door is on the left.

Their footsteps are going to the

right, somewhere inside the school.

Jesus, Suzy.

-You're a genius.

-Mmm.

Fantastic.

How come I never noticed that before?

Suzy. If they don't leave,

Where do they go?

Wake up. Suzy.

Come on. Wake up. Suzy!

I'm so sleepy.

I don't know why. I'm sorry.

Maybe--

Maybe we can find out where they really go.

Of course!

Yes.

Begin to count the steps as they go.

It's like the search of alietne.

Easy.

What is it? Huh?

Come on.

Come on; let's go home.

Who is that? Who's there?

Easy, boy.

What is it?

What's happening?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Wait!

Poor Daniel. Torn to pieces. Incredible.

Oh, yeah, but you can never put

too much trust in wolfhounds.

They're crazy. We had two of them

once at the villa in Gestaad.

My god. First Pat gets

murdered by a madman,

And now Daniel is killed by his dog.

Yeah. Maybe there's a hex on the place.

Yeah. Let's call in the exorcist

and have it purged.

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