(light buzzes)
(machinery squeaks)
(thunder rumbles)
(toilet flushes)
(phone rings)
(dog barks)
(baby cries)
(phone continues ringing)
(dog continues barking)
(car alarm wailing)
(thunder rumbles)
(dog continues barking)
(baby continues crying)
(car alarm continues wailing)
(The Man grunts)
(dog continues barking)
(car alarm continues wailing)
(The Man sighs)
(The Man grunting)
(objects clattering)
(button clicks)
(The Man sighs)
(gentle music)
- [The Voice] Thank you
for purchasing this tape,
crafted to aid you
with sleeping disorders
and ensure a restful night.
If you are listening to this,
it means you have exhausted
your usual methods.
Counting sheep, meditation,
and masturbation.
This is insomnia.
Insomnia is a serious
concern that if neglected,
can lead to emotional distress,
mental and physical decline,
various forms of
madness, and even death.
So, what makes this
treatment method special?
It's all about you.
In your dreams, you can
be whoever you wish,
be your own hero.
Now, feel your
eyelids grow heavy,
and let the rhythm of my voice
serenade you into a
state of pure relaxation.
(thunder rumbles)
And soon enough, you'll
awaken rejuvenated,
and filled with
positive vitality.
Now, attune your
inner vibrations
to the serenity of silence.
Often, all it takes to
gracefully drift into sleep
is soothing, relaxing music.
Are you prepared? Or perhaps
you're already snoring.
(The Voice chuckling)
Just kidding.
Here we go.
(upbeat nostalgic jazzy music)
Moments in silence
when lose their meaning
All disappearing, unheard
Even in silence,
let's go on believing
(drowned out upbeat
nostalgic jazzy music)
- There.
The orchestra is playing.
I'm sure that will
make it easier.
(Bea sighs)
- I don't know.
- Oh, come on!
You'll be able to fool everyone.
- But I don't want
to fool anyone.
(sharp tense string music)
- Dr. Fabricius said that you
need to get out at one point,
and I agree with him.
- I wish I hadn't come.
- Oh, nonsense!
Oh, there.
That's the song
you like so much.
Oh, come on in before it's over.
(sharp tense string
music continues)
- Welcome back, Miss Bea.
(sharp tense string
music continues)
(car door slams)
(footsteps thudding)
(mellow band music)
(mellow band music continues)
(mellow band music fades)
(tense music fades)
(object rattles)
- Miss Bea.
We have sorely missed you.
I have your old table
reserved, if you would.
(footsteps clattering)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
Some champagne to start with?
- Yes, please
(footsteps clattering)
(attendants whispering)
Relax, Bea.
(attendants whispering)
(tense music continues)
- Look at them.
They all know.
They all long for
something to happen.
- Nothing will happen.
- I'm sorry, I can't.
- Fight it.
Bea, fight it.
(Bea sighs)
(tense music continues)
(tense music swells)
(glass shatters)
(soft mysterious music)
(Dr. Fabricius sighs)
- Perhaps it was too early,
but you've shown
immense improvements
during the last month.
- You're fooling the both of us.
- Oh, come now!
In time, you will
learn to control it.
- I don't want to control it.
I want to be free at last.
Doctor...
Be honest with me.
Can you cure me?
- To be honest...
I'm not even sure
your problem lies
within the capabilities
of psychiatry.
- Are you finally ready
to call this problem
by its proper name?
A curse.
- I'm confident all you
need is a good, long rest.
Why not leave town for a while?
(Bea laughs)
- It irritates you, doesn't it?
Gives you a headache.
Can't wait for me to go.
- It's just...
I've never been much
of a music lover.
- Spare me the explanation.
I will go.
Perhaps we'll meet.
Perhaps.
(footsteps thudding)
(door clatters)
(train chugs)
(soft string music)
(soft string music continues)
"Nora dear,
I know now that this
torment will never end.
I brought this on myself,
and I would need to end it.
Don't look for me.
You won't find me.
Let this curse die with me."
(melancholic string music)
(train creaking)
(train rumbles)
(whistle blows)
(tense mysterious string music)
(wondrous harp music)
(Attendant knocks)
Yes?
(door creaks)
- Sorry, miss.
An unscheduled stop.
We appear to be snowbound.
- For how long?
- I really don't know, Miss.
It may take a while.
- Look, I have a request.
- Of course, Miss.
- This letter...
Could you post it
somewhere very far?
At the terminus.
- Yes, of course, but why?
- What is this place?
- It used to be a very
popular ski resort.
- A hotel?
- Yeah, many years ago.
I really don't know how
they manage now though.
Do you know that new,
posh resort up the road
one hour away from here?
With all the nightclubs
and concert halls,
luring the rich people.
I really don't know.
(mysterious music)
But, but, but...
But you're not planning
to get off here, Miss?
- This might be my
final destination.
(mysterious music continues)
(whistle blows)
- But, the darkness!
And the snow, Miss!
(footsteps stomping)
(mysterious music continues)
(mysterious music continues)
(mysterious music continues)
(Bea clears throat)
(wine glass rings)
(mysterious music continues)
- Miss?
- May I also see today's paper?
Seems to be interesting.
(Waiter clears throat)
- Anything else, Miss?
- Perhaps some more wine.
(Bea laughs)
What the heck...
Bring me the whole bottle.
- Is Miss quite sure?
It's getting rather late.
- Ooh, la la.
Afraid you'll have
to carry me to bed?
(Waiter clears throat)
(mysterious whimsical music)
- Really, Miss?
Comedy music?
- Look, I'm sorry.
I can't control it.
Honestly, I meant no offense.
- None taken, I'm sure.
(whimsical band music)
(mysterious string music)
(mysterious string
music continues)
(tense string music)
(dreamlike harp music)
- Hello?
Excuse me.
Sir?
(footsteps clattering)
Do you hear it?
- Do you?
- I hear nothing, Miss.
- Exactly.
Silence.
But how can that be?
- Why shouldn't that be?
(Bea sighs)
- I had forgotten
how beautiful it is.
I haven't heard it for a year.
- I'm glad that you enjoy it.
It's all I ever hear.
- How I envy you.
But what do you mean?
- A b*mb, in Guernica.
- You were fighting in Spain?
- Should have k*lled
me, but didn't.
Took my hearing though.
- You...
You're deaf?
- As a stone, Miss.
- But how could you...
- I get that a lot.
It's not very
difficult to read lips
once you've had time to train.
- So, you don't hear?
- Absolutely nothing.
- But how can it be
that in your vicinity...
- What?
(Bea chuckles)
- My name is Miss Clement.
Perhaps you've heard of me.
I'm afraid I made headlines
on several locations.
- Oh, yes. Miss Clement.
The heiress to the
Clement millions.
The girl who spooked
the horses at Ascot.
(Bea sighs)
- Animals don't like me.
"The devil's mistress."
Ever since-
- Ever since the
composer, Ronier, your...
- You can say it.
My a*usive lover.
- He was k*lled, wasn't he?
- Yes.
- Shot.
By you.
- It was ruled
self-defense. I thought...
I thought I was free.
But since that date,
as if his blood infected
me with his devilish music,
it became his curse
and my punishment.
Who are you?
- No one, really.
My dreams of being a violinist
shattered in Guernica.
- What's your name?
- I'm Damian.
- I'm Bea.
I don't know how this
is possible, but...
(Bea sighs)
But with you, I feel free of
this endless Dance Macabre.
- I would love to
hear that music...
- But I can't let you go.
I need you to give
me silence, forever.
(Damian chuckles)
- I'd gladly share it with you.
- Are you staying here?
- In the cheapest room.
- Would you...
Stay with me tonight?
- If you want me to.
- I want you to.
(thunder rumbles)
It's dark.
Your eyes are closed.
(Bea chuckles)
How easy it makes that.
Damian...
I love you.
(Bea chuckles)
I love you.
I'm yours forever.
You give me silence,
I give you my love.
You've saved me.
(thunder rumbles)
(people chattering)
(people continue chattering)
(people continue chattering)
Nora!
- Bea!
- And when the
gentleman arrives,
show him here immediately.
I have his tickets.
- Yes, of course.
- What?
Bea...
- Yes.
Yes, it's true.
- But how? Since when?
- Since I've met Damian.
- Who is he?
And why this mysterious telegram
to take the first train
and meet you here?
I didn't even know you were
planning to visit this resort.
- I wrote you a stupid
letter last night.
- What letter?
- Oh, it's probably
still in mail,
but everything has
changed since yesterday.
Nora...
I'm so in love.
- I'm happy for you,
of course, but...
What do you know about this man?
- Only one thing.
He took Ronier's
cursed music from me.
Forever.
- And where is this
mysterious stranger then?
He should be here any minute.
(Bea sighs)
- I wanted to be at this
concert so very much..
Now that I can really
enjoy music again.
- Yes! To hear Fritz
Kreisler himself play,
its worthy, the long trip.
- And he was ready
to accompany me,
even though he won't
be to enjoy it.
- Why not?
Who cannot enjoy it?
Oh, it begins!
- I'm sorry Miss Clement.
It somehow slipped my mind.
- Yes?
- Was the gentleman you are
expecting called Mr. Damian?
- Yes, he is.
- I'm so sorry, but he won't
be able to join you tonight.
- Oh, I'm so sorry, Bea dear.
- How do you know that?
- He called the
theater a while ago,
and I happen to
answer the telephone.
- But what do you
mean he called you?
- He asked me to
give you a message.
It was rather strangely,
"Thank you for the music."
(Nora shushes)
- Enjoy the concert, ladies.
- But it can be right...
- I'm sure he'll
meet us afterwards.
- No, no. That he called here.
- He couldn't have.
Nora, you see, he's...
(Nora shushes)
(Nora gasps)
(audience clapping)
(Nora claps)
(Bea breathes heavily)
(Bea gasps)
(thunder rumbles)
(The Man gasps)
- [The Voice] Still awake?
Don't worry, I shall soon
put you to your rest.
Silence doesn't
work for everyone.
Often, one needs a reassuring
background of familiar setting
to help you feel
sheltered and safe.
What setting do you most enjoy?
Is it the laughter of
children on a summer beach?
Is it a litter of
kittens mewing happily?
Is it watching a fun, old
horror film at midnight?
Ah, that's it.
Let's make it a
vintage horror flick,
with all the familiar tropes.
Witches, demons, and
damsels in distress.
Perhaps you are a dashing
young hero with curly hair,
saving her from the
clutches of evil.
(thunder rumbles)
- [Scholar] "I wish to
God that I were wrong.
(people laughing)
I wish that these were just
foolish fancies of an old man."
- I hope this row
doesn't bother you, sir.
Everybody just wants
to get drunk tonight.
It's this awful sh**ting
star in the skies.
- Oh... (chuckles)
My dear.
I was young once.
Let them enjoy life,
while they can.
(people shouting)
- Need another?
(people shouting)
- Well...
(Scholar chuckles)
I'm afraid I'm running
short on coins.
- What if it was on the house?
- Now, my dear, why
would you do that?
- They say you are
the town's astronomer.
- Astronomer,
astrologer, alchemist.
But what use is that to you?
- Perhaps you can
tell me my future.
(Scholar chuckles)
- Oh, my dear. (chuckles)
Sadly, a fortune
teller, I am not.
(people shouting)
(people laughing)
- Men come here to drink,
to fight, to make love.
I haven't seen one
who comes to write.
(people shouting)
- Some secrets are
too heavy a burden
to carry them to your grave.
- Secrets?
Care to share?
(people shouting)
- Alas, I cannot.
Not yet.
- You!
(plates clattering)
- Hey, that's enough!
You will not get
rid of me so easily.
Now, drink your wine,
while I get rid of
these troublemakers.
(people shouting)
(men grunting)
(men shouting)
- Yeah!
- No swords in the tavern!
(people shouting)
Get out! Everybody!
That's enough! The
tavern is closed!
Get out! Off with you!
You, you, you, you. Out!
And you, you in the
Russian Army, get out!
Out, now!
(people jeering)
(man laughs)
- Ooh, surely, I can stay?
- Not tonight, darling.
I don't feel so well.
(people chattering)
(men laughing)
(people chattering)
- "Life's fleeting
brevity is sacrificed
to its crushing vanity."
(man laughs)
(glass shatters)
(men laughing)
(glass thuds)
Ah...
(Mabel sighs)
(drink splashes)
Would you care to
join me in that drink?
- Oh, I feel a little off color.
Now, good sir,
share your secrets.
- Shared secrets
are a double burden.
And words can be more
dangerous than soft.
- Fret not.
I kick men thrice my size from
this very tavern every night.
Words do not scare me.
(glass thuds)
- You're new here
in town, aren't you?
- Been keeping that inn
for the past year now.
Never seen you here before.
- Never been here before.
However, it was my grandfather
who frequented this
tavern in his day,
and it was he who
told me a story
that made me come here tonight.
- About this very tavern?
- Mhm.
- Go on, good sir.
Make my blood curdle.
- It happened when my
grandfather was a young man.
75 years ago, one eve,
very much like this,
the maid locked
up for the night.
Now, she was no wallflower,
but a strong-willed
woman, much like yourself,
and like yourself, she
lived above this tavern.
- Me likes her already.
(Scholar laughs)
- When she had locked
up, she fed the poultry,
and returned to wait
for her husband.
(spooky mysterious music)
But this was to be
like no other night,
for this was the night of
the appearance of the comet.
(spooky mysterious
music continues)
(spooky mysterious
music continues)
(spooky mysterious
music continues)
(spooky mysterious
music continues)
(ominous music)
- Best stay back.
Stay back, I tell ye!
I shan't take no tomfoolery now!
(Agnes screams)
(blade whooshes)
(Agnes screams)
No!
Please, no!
(thunder rumbles)
(glass thuds)
- Do not, sir, end there.
How do you know such things?
- A random passerby heard
the tavern wench's screams.
- Your grandfather?
(thunder rumbles)
(blade thuds)
(tense ominous music)
(Agnes screams)
(blade whooshes)
(mysterious ominous music)
(mysterious ominous
music continues)
- Is this where you live, Agnes?
Above the tavern?
I do.
- Lock your chamber door.
Do not open it for
anyone, or anything.
I should stand guard till morn,
till your husband gets back.
- Kind sir, those demons...
- I don't know what they were,
but they were surely not demons.
Go.
(tense ominous music)
(door creaks)
(blade beeps)
(blade whooshes)
(Agnes screams)
Agnes!
(Agnes screaming)
(William knocks)
Agnes!
(tense ominous music)
(tense ominous music continues)
- She was found
dead in her chamber
with her unborn child
cut from her belly.
(thunder rumbles)
- Is that the chamber
that I occupy?
Oh, Lord, protect us, no.
Who were they?
- None knows.
But these creatures
were never seen again.
And yet, my grandfather never
stopped looking for them.
And now it is time for
me to assume his work.
- Now?
But why, after all these years?
Is it because of
the sh**ting star?
- You're right, my child.
This comet returns
every 75 years.
- And with it, the demons?
- I thought they might, but
the comet is almost gone,
and they're nowhere to be seen.
- But why did they
want the child?
- Have you ever wondered
why this tavern is called
the Badburn Inn?
- I have, but to none
seems to know that.
- I do.
Before this cabin was built,
this was the spot where they
used to burn the witches.
- You're having me on, sir.
(Scholar chuckles)
- One night, one and
a half centuries ago,
a particularly malignant witch
was burned at the
stake in this spot.
Now, she was said
to have consorted
with a Prince of Darkness,
who got her with child.
- She was with child?
- But this was no
ordinary human child.
The witnesses saw it
glow in her belly,
like a furnace from hell.
So, this witch was captured
and condemned to burn.
(tense music)
- Thus it is decreed
that thou, Minerva,
who has consorted
with the devil,
shall be purged by fire,
and thine ashes shall
be cast upon the sea.
The flames that doth engulf
thee shall stand as a warning
to all who dare to tread
the path to darkness.
- Give us a kiss...
- [Councilor] Let
these flames...
- Will you?
- Cleanse our community.
Purifying it...
- You know you want to.
- From the stain
of vile witchcraft,
May we emerge from this
trial stronger, united,
and more vigilant
than ever before.
(crowd caws)
(tense ominous music)
(crows cawing)
There is no limit
to thine evil witch.
Hast thou aught to say,
ere we commit you
to the trust of God?
(crows cawing)
(tense ominous music continues)
(crows cawing)
No fire destroys the
child of the Master.
One day, when the star returns,
this child shall be born,
and he shall wreak
havoc upon the world
as no child has before!
(Witch cackles)
(tense ominous music continues)
- What art thou waiting, man?
Do thine duty!
(Witch cackles)
(crows cawing)
(Witch cackles)
(Witch cackles)
(crows cawing)
Do it, now!
(Witch cackles)
(Witch cackles)
(fire crackling)
(Witch cackles)
(baby cries)
(fire crackles)
(ominous music)
(thunder rumbles)
- So, these demons might
not be demons at all?
- I've come to
think they are not.
I think they are trying
to undo a disaster.
But this child might one
day unleash upon the world.
The child that's
destined to born here
in the year of a comet.
- So, do you think
that these creatures
might come from the future?
- I have a reason
to believe that.
This is the only real evidence
of a story I told you
ever taking place.
(thunder rumbles)
- Now, I understand why
you have been observing me
the whole evening.
But, fear not.
These demons will have
to leave empty handed.
- How's that, my child?
- I'm barren.
My womb will never bear a child.
And I'm the only
woman in this house.
- Perhaps then, I can
put my mind at ease.
- I'm sure you can.
- In that case, fair maiden...
There is no reason for me to
protect you from any demons.
- Did you hope there would be?
- I hoped to God I was wrong.
And...
It appears I was.
(mysterious music)
- Have a safe night, sir!
(door clatters)
(mysterious music continues)
(mysterious music continues)
(eerie beeping)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
But I'm not...
(mysterious music)
(rooster crows)
(Mabel grunts)
Now, off with you.
I have a tavern to open.
- Can I come back tonight?
- You can come, until
I get tired of you.
That might take a while.
- Come on, we still have time.
Time for a quick one?
(birds chirping)
(tense whimsical music)
(Mabel gasps)
(ominous music)
- Shite!
(blade whooshes)
- [The Voice] This dream was
sponsored by NAPocalypse.
(upbeat band music)
(The Man gasps)
(bell rings)
Keep that NAPocalypse
Sleep at your fingertips
Run, run, run
- [The Voice] When the
world wreaks havoc,
NAPocalypse ends it all.
Still awake?
Don't worry.
Imagine yourself in a
most beautiful garden,
hidden in the far
away mountains,
where every flower
is like a dream.
Their sweet fragrance
makes your head dizzy.
You just want to lay
down on the fresh petals,
and purr like a kitten.
(glass thuds)
And in the middle of that
magic garden, there's a well.
Its cool waters have a taste
of kiss from your first love,
of youth and beauty.
(calming dreamlike music)
- Mind you, this isn't the
Grand Hotel or anything.
We're just a
wayward village inn.
We haven't had a
visitor for, whew...
The best part of 10 years.
So mind you, the
food is probably not
what you're used to.
- Smells just fine.
- Imagine that.
A young woman,
traveling all alone.
- Women do travel alone.
After all, it is the 1900s.
- Yes, but you're not
from these parts, are you?
- No, I'm from Prussia.
(Landlady gasps)
- Fancy that.
Can you say something
in Prussian?
- What should I say?
- Well, how about...
"It's so beautiful
here in the mountains."
(Lady speaks foreign language)
- Oh, lovely.
So, you'll be taking the
morning coach to the south?
- Yes.
- And will your family
be meeting you there?
- I don't have any family.
- Oh, dear.
How can that be?
- Well, if you must know,
my father died and
left me some money.
So, I decided to travel.
- You should go to the castle.
- I should do what?
- Go to the castle, tonight.
If you hurry now, you'll
be back before sunset.
- I feel rather tired,
so I might head
to bed very soon.
- Do you like art?
Old master paintings?
- Of course.
- There you go.
The Count has a unique
collection of portraits.
All the ladies of the
castle that ever lived.
They say that they're
the most beautiful ladies
that have ever been captured
on paintings in the world.
- Really?
- Mm.
- And the Count...
He's so charming,
and very cultured.
He always welcomes visitors,
especially pretty ladies.
- I really don't
feel like walking.
- Oh, it's just 10 minutes walk.
You go straight out,
and you walk through
the meadow of flowers.
Just imagine!
All that beauty.
(tense mysterious music)
The low sun paints
the meadow with gold.
You slide your fingers
over the sleepy flowers,
sending off swarms
of butterflies.
Maybe you pick a bunch.
The smell of lavender
and summer sunset.
(tense mysterious
music continues)
The wind ruffling
your lovely hair.
And then, the castle,
with a special garden.
Just imagine.
(bell rings)
(Lady exhales)
- Oh, I must have...
- You were just
daydreaming, dear.
- But it felt so real.
- It's just in your imagination.
Maybe it's the hunger.
Eat your lovely porridge.
(clock ticks)
(tense mysterious
music continues)
(tense mysterious
music continues)
(birds chirping)
(tense mysterious
music continues)
- Imagine that.
A young woman, traveling alone.
We haven't had a visitor here
for the best part
of 10 years now.
You must find us
terribly old fashioned.
- I am merely passing through.
- Aren't we all, my dear?
And yet, tempted to stay.
- To stay?
- You haven't seen our garden.
It's the most remarkable garden.
- I really think
I should be going.
- And here we are!
Our gallery of beauties.
All the ladies of the castle,
dating back more than 400 years.
- That's truly amazing.
- I tell you, you
would be amazed.
- This is the most remarkable
collection I have ever seen.
(mysterious music)
Who painted these?
- My ancestors.
The men in our family
have the talent
of capturing female beauty.
- But they all look so sad.
- Oh, no.
They have found peace
in our secret garden.
- But who would paint
an empty chair? Why?
(Count Sander chuckles)
- Oh, this is my painting.
It's not finished yet.
I never quite found
the perfect sitter.
Would you see yourself
sitting in that chair?
- Me?
- Yes. Imagine
yourself sitting there.
(mysterious music continues)
- I think I really
should be going.
- Humor me.
Imagine yourself in
a perfect garden,
where nothing ever bothers you,
where time stands still, where
you'll find eternal peace.
(mysterious music continues)
(birds chirping)
Our garden is a
very special one.
It has a fountain
of eternal youth.
(mysterious music continues)
As long as a maiden
end as it willingly...
The fountain will never run dry.
- Am I imagining this?
- No, I am.
(dramatic string music)
Oh...
(clock ticks)
(soft eerie music)
The fountain runs again.
(soft eerie music continues)
(thunder rumbles)
- [The Voice] How
did the fresh streams
of that magical
fountain make you feel?
(toilet flushes)
I am quite sure you
feel unburdened.
Your heart lighter,
but your eyelids even
heavier than before.
You feel the weight of
a happy, fulfilled life.
Like a sweet burden of love
that everyone feels for you,
because you are worth it.
Let me teach you a good trick
to make your brain
purring sleepily,
like a kitten playing
with a new toy.
Imagine yourself speaking
and even thinking in
a strange language.
Imagine yourself
being very, very old,
and looking back at
your younger days,
and all the adventures
of your youth.
(phone rings)
(mysterious piano music)
(luggage clattering)
(mysterious piano
music continues)
(mysterious piano
music continues)
(tea cup ringing)
- Oh...
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Old Baron chuckles)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron chuckles)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(mysterious music)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(tense string music)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(tense string music continues)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(mysterious piano music)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(mysterious music)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(mysterious music continues)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(mysterious music continues)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(mysterious music continues)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(mysterious string music)
(Old Baron continues
speaking in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron chuckles)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(Old Baron speaks in German)
(Journalist speaks in German)
(ominous music)
(mysterious string music)
(mysterious string
music continues)
- Marzanna!
(ominous music)
(thunder rumbles)
(air raid sirens blaring)
(bombs exploding)
Oh.
(thunder rumbles)
- [The Voice] Welcome to the
B-side of the sleep cure tape,
and thank you for being with us
to enjoy Dr.
Sander's Sleep Cure,
guaranteed to put you to rest.
(upbeat band music)
Sleep well
- [The Voice] Approved
by Mr. Sandman.
(The Voice chuckles)
Let's celebrate
this moment together
by remembering the most
beautiful moments of our life.
Let me take a guess.
It's being in love!
Perhaps even confessing your
feelings to your chosen one,
making your intentions
known to her, him, them.
Try to capture the essence of
that single fleeting moment
when he, she, they said "yes".
Hold on to it, relive it.
Over and over and over.
(calming unnerving music)
(flies buzzing)
(calming unnerving music)
(thunder rumbles)
(car honks)
(rain pattering)
(cars honking)
(cars honking)
(unnerving music)
(cars honking)
(unnerving music continues)
(tires screeching)
(unnerving music continues)
(phone rings)
- [Voicemail] Hello. No one is
available to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
(phone beeps)
- [Sander] Good evening.
Detective Sander here again.
I wanted to personally confirm
that you are no longer
considered a suspect
in the investigation.
It has been proven that you
were indeed in St. Petersburg
until February 10th.
(car crashes)
However, your husband
was last seen on the 6th,
when he received a
registered package.
We investigated the package,
and discovered that it
was in fact sent by you
from an auction house
in St. Petersburg.
The item was allegedly a
expensive antique mirror
that belonged to none other
than Rasputin, the warlock.
We weren't aware
that your husband
had an interest in antiques,
but that's beside the point.
We're doing everything we
can to find him quickly.
Don't lose hope.
(phone beeps)
(man screams)
(man banging)
- Until the silver tarnishes,
may the chains keep you bound.
(man banging)
Oh, by the way, darling...
There is someone behind you.
(unnerving music)
(man banging)
(chain clatters)
(unnerving music continues)
(man banging)
- [The Voice] Ah, the sweet
memories that allow us to sleep.
Still awake?
Don't worry.
Sleep is at your fingertips.
Everything you've ever dreamt of
is at the reach of your hand.
Love, happiness, money.
Let's try some number counting,
but not just any numbers.
Imagine you're counting the
winning numbers of a lottery
you've always yearned to win.
In your current state
of lucid dreaming,
you are one with the universe.
You are tapped into the
universal well of knowledge.
(traditional string music)
Now is the time to
manifest the numbers
that win the next sweepstake.
Say them in your mind,
and see them come true.
And go!
- 3.
- [The Voice] 2.
- 21.
- [The Voice] 25.
- 17.
- [The Voice] 45.
- Oh, f*ck off.
- [The Voice] 56.
- So, I repeat...
Today's winning numbers are...
2, 25, 45, 56, 61, and 83.
Those of you who got
all six numbers right,
the universe will provide
with six months supply
of the frequencies
between 311 and 392 hertz.
The same reward will today
be bestowed upon those
whose efficiency factor for
the week is higher than 180.
Please receive.
(hand slams)
(static hisses)
(Wife sighs)
(static hisses)
Well, what about
those who have failed
in their duties
before our universe?
The bottom margin for the
week has been set at 92.5.
That means if your efficiency
factor shows below that,
there will be a punishment
in store for you.
The unachieving citizens
will be deprived
of the frequencies between
415 and 554.5 hertz
for two weeks.
Let that loving punishment
motivate you to do your duty
before our universe.
Be ready to relinquish.
(static hisses)
(TV humming)
- I told you so.
Why can't you contribute
like all of us do?
How come I'm able to
maintain a hundred,
and you can't even
drag yourself up 92.5!
(baby wails)
Look what you've done now!
Now you've upset the baby!
My mom warned me about you.
That you were gonna turn out
a good-for-nothing layabout!
Am I supposed to keep
the family going?
Oh, perhaps I should
go back to my parents!
At least they're
proper citizens!
My dad has done 175
point weeks in his day!
That's something you
wouldn't dream of, would it?
(baby cries)
(Wife's voice skipping)
(tense droning music)
- Thank you, f*ck' universe.
(baby cries)
(The Voice laughs)
- [The Voice] Truly...
Is there a sweeter sound
than the laughter of a child?
Well, yes.
The sweet sound of snoring.
And that's where we're
headed, to a land of dreams.
(The Man sighs)
You're listening to Dr.
Sanders Sleep Cure sessions,
scientifically proven to
end your life of insomnia.
(The Man grunts)
Imagine this tape as your
golden ticket to dreamland.
The VIP pass to a red carpet
of Academy Award
ceremony of sleep.
We're not just talking
about any old sleep,
we're talking about
a sleep so deep,
even your dreams need
a GPS to find you.
Truly.
This is the Slumber Nirvana,
with its endless Garden of Eden.
(birds cawing)
(wind whooshes)
- God damn.
There's something in my boot.
- What? Like a pebble?
- More like a...
(chuckles) b*llet.
Yeah.
Two millimeter Kolibri.
- Oh.
- Not enough to k*ll a man,
sure enough to be
a pain in the...
Boot.
- Do you wanna
pause for a moment?
- Why?
- To remove the b*llet.
- It takes more than
a Kolibri to stop me.
Nah.
We need to reach the
Ministry before it gets dark.
- Do you suppose there's
someone there though?
The whole place looks
rather abandoned.
- There's always
someone at the Ministry.
Wait...
- What?
- The bloody thing has grown.
- The Ministry?
- The b*llet.
Bloody hell!
I think it's four
millimeters now.
(Soldier 1 laughs)
Oh, no.
Eight millimeters.
A good thing I got
it out in time, huh?
- That's weird.
- Weirder things happen in w*r.
- I mean, it might
sound stupid, but...
Can it be that we're both dead?
- That's what occurred to me.
And I think I might
have k*lled you.
- (chuckles) I
probably k*lled you.
And for that, I'm truly sorry.
It was nothing personal, I...
I only carried out a couple
of bombing raids before.
- Water under the bridge.
- I think I was shot down.
And then it all becomes a blur.
Perhaps I'll have the
answer at the Ministry.
- They better.
- Is that it?
- Oh, yeah. There it is.
Good old Ministry.
Seems to have taken
quite a beating.
- Was it there a minute ago?
(guttural scream)
- What was that?
- Just someone meeting
a horrible end.
Did it scare you?
- No.
I've heard worse
screams in this w*r.
(guttural scream)
Stop it! Stop it!
I don't like it! Stop!
- Ah, there you are.
- Actually, this scares me more.
- What?
- The silence.
- Why?
- I've heard it once before.
- When?
- A few years back.
- Where?
- The noisiest of all places.
The Grand Casino of Monte Carlo.
- Why were you there?
- It was an
intelligence assignment.
Monaco was officially neutral,
and so it was
teeming with spies.
I was sent to rendezvous
with an agent,
and then I saw them.
Four people, just staring at me.
(ominous piano music)
And there was this silence.
And then they were gone.
(mellow jazzy music)
As if nothing had happened.
- I say!
You there.
The Ministry is closed,
if that's where you
think you're going,
- Uh, we heard an awful scream.
- Yes, you were supposed to.
You do realize
you're dead, right?
- We do.
This must be hell.
- Why must it?
- Because he k*lled
me, and I k*lled him.
So, we must suffer.
(Man laughs)
- Catholic, eh?
- Well, you did not k*ll him.
- So, I'm not a m*rder*r?
- Not so fast.
You...
k*lled four people when
you bombed Monte Carlo,
and accidentally hit the casino.
- Oh.
I'm sorry.
(bird caws)
- As are they, I'm sure.
- But he still k*lled me, right?
- No...
I did.
(thunder rumbles)
- You're not a soldier.
- With this.
All it took was one signature.
I never left my desk.
- So, it appears I didn't
k*ll you after all, right?
- Oh, dear chap, this
one can't be k*lled.
- Every soldier can be k*lled.
- This one just dresses
up as a soldier.
I think you should go.
You give me a headache.
- Dresses up? Who is he?
- You better not look at him.
- Don't turn around.
He just feasts on your fear.
(thunder rumbles)
Go.
(ominous piano music)
(bird caws)
(Man sighs)
A good riddance.
- You said "it". Who was he?
- A scavenger.
Nothing but a
lowly delivery boy.
- Delivering?
- Those I have k*lled, so
they could k*ll me in return.
- I'm not gonna k*ll you, sir.
- No.
Eventually, they all will.
You all will.
I guess I deserve it.
(bird caws)
- So, when did he, "it",
bring you your last victim?
- 40 years ago.
- And how long did it
take for him to k*ll you?
- 40 years.
He k*lled me five minutes ago.
You heard my scream.
(bird caws)
- So, this really is hell?
- Mm, I don't like that word.
I prefer to think of this
place as a kind of extinct Eden
in its expired, barren beauty.
Well, I suppose
we better go then.
- To the Ministry?
- Yes, where else?
- You said you k*lled me, but
I can't seem to recall you.
- Ah.
We never met face to face.
You were just statistics.
Whereabouts did that happen?
- It's all a bit blurry
at the moment, isn't it?
You were a POW,
and I was the
administrative clerk
in a place called Auschwitz.
It will all come back to you.
We have all the
time in the world.
(eerie whistling)
(bird caws)
- [The Voice] I'm
speaking very softly,
because it has been
scientifically proven
that 99.8% of those having
listened to this tape so far,
are enjoying the sleep
with the purity of 97.6%.
(thunder rumbles)
And wake soon, having their
energy restored by 96.5%.
Oh, that bittersweet moment
we need to say
goodbye to our dreams,
to these miniature and
unique fairy tales,
where we find ourselves
as heroes or villains,
cast in the most
magnificent situations.
Oh, sweet sleep.
Stay, stay for another second,
just for a fleeting second.
(snowball thuds)
(kid laughs)
- Woo! (laughs)
(birds cawing)
(bouncy hiphop
instrumental music)
- [Man] Ahh!
(snow crunches)
(birds cawing)
(kids laughing)
(tense piercing music)
(mysterious music)
(mysterious music continues)
(mysterious music continues)
(dreamlike music)
(text beeps)
(dreamlike music)
- Oh, f*ck!
- No!
No swearing.
Please, I hate swearing.
- I'm sorry, Number One. Sorry.
- So?
Anything?
- Ah, f-f...
Forgive me, I've been...
I've been so busy attending the-
- Kardashian's wedding feast?
- No, no, no, no, no.
The maiden voyage of Titanic.
You know, the ship? The iceberg?
1912, 1,517 deaths.
- Yes, yes.
That's fine, that's fine.
But what about this one?
- Uh, I, I, I...
- Please, tell me
you have a plan.
- Yes, yes, of course, I...
(Number Three mumbles)
He will be hit by that car.
- By that one there?
- Yes. Yes, sir.
- Well, let's confirm
that, shall we?
(dreamlike music)
So, Number something
something....
- 5-0-8-4-7-8-4-
- Yeah.
Tells me you are about to
assist him with this one here?
- Do I look like I
have the extra time?
I need to be in Vienna.
I'm dealing with
priority matters only.
Need to rewrite all
of Salieri's work
to that other chap
who k*lled him.
- But what-
- The less talented one, Mozart.
Apparently, it was decided that
he was now k*lled by Salieri.
I mean, why?
- We are not to question.
- Of course not, Number One.
- But what about that one?
- What about him?
- Years ahead of him.
- Can he k*ll this one?
- This one is not mine.
- He's mine.
- And you let him...
Run down to...
What? One second?
(Four laughs)
Good luck with that.
- Yes.
Well, the question now is,
can your man hit his man?
- Yes, please.
- Hit him?
- With his car.
- Well, we thought if your man
would now step on the gas...
Psh!
(Four laughs)
- You're joking, right?
(Four chuckles)
This is a 1974 Saab, not a
Bugatti Veyron. (chuckles)
- Yes, I was afraid of that.
- It's a hundred
feet away! (chuckles)
- All right.
- You might as well ask whether
this pigeon could explode
with the power of a megaton.
- You're enjoying
it, aren't you?
- Yes, we've got it, thank
you, but the point is,
we are all going to be
stuck in here for eternity
if this man isn't
dead in one second.
- But how's his health?
- Regrettably perfect.
- Any live wires above?
Or expl*sives in his pocket?
None?
- I'm afraid we'll have to
turn to higher authorities.
Number Two might
be able to help us.
- Oh, please, Number One, no!
- I'm not going to spend an
eternity on this shitty street
because of you!
Number Two will
definitely report you,
but it's your own neglect.
- sh*t!
- No, please! No cursing.
Thank you. You may go.
- Oh, no. (chuckles)
I want to see this.
(dreamlike music)
- One.
Others.
- I wish you wouldn't
always reek of w*r.
- Who else do you
suppose is qualified?
- Yes, I know, we are sorry
to disturb you in your work,
but we are facing
a bit of a problem.
- I say you do.
Who's responsible
for this cook up?
Remind me to report you.
- We'll deal with the
disciplinary issues later.
Can you make this right?
- For your information,
I am charged with an
A-level alteration.
What level is this chap? Z?
- So, who's your subject?
- It's classified, but...
It's Hitler.
- What? Uncle Adolf?
- I was at his 100th birthday,
when I took Eva Braun.
- Her too.
- (gasps) Oh, dear!
- Do they still
have time to publish
their wonderful memoirs?
"Love wins all."
- Not a chance.
- Aw!
I so enjoyed the
watercolor exhibition
they did with Churchill.
- I'm sorry, and you would be?
- Oh, just a passerby.
Not involved in this blunder.
- So, you will have to deal
with this, Mr. Handjob,
on your own.
I'm quite sure you
know who to turn to.
Gotta fly.
(dreamlike music)
- Did he mean.
- No, no, no, he wouldn't!
- That's it!
It is time to call in...
The Fixer.
- Oh. Oh, no.
- Isn't that a bit too hasty?
I mean, when that
Hiroshima schoolgirl
run down to one second,
he took out the whole city.
- Yes, and remember that
toothless crone a while back,
who even knew her?
Was it really necessary to
sink the whole Atlantis?
- Well, you should
have considered that
before you left young
master Henchop unattended.
Now, it is down to The Fixer.
(dreamlike music)
- Number One!
Long time, no see!
- Not long enough.
Sadly, this meeting
is unavoidable.
- So, who do we have here?
Huh? (laughs)
Uh huh, uh huh.
So, you want me to fix this?
- We need you to.
However, I would hope
you could do this
without causing a
global catastrophe
that requires the whole of
history to be rewritten.
- Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.
- Let me see.
- Volcano? Tsunami?
- Thank you, I'm sure The
Fixer can manage on his own.
- (chuckles) No, but
it's a good thought.
(hands clapping)
- Is there any way you could
extinguish Mr. Henchop here
without causing us
all due overtime?
- I don't know.
Depends how badly
you want him gone.
- No need for
theatricals, please.
- Hmm.
There's a nuclear power
plant two miles from here.
- Here we go!
- I can make it explode.
- Mm, that will not
do. Not do at all.
- I see half a million dead.
- You're just eager for
more fireworks, aren't you?
- Well...
- Couldn't you give him a
heart failure or something?
- You know, I can only
change objects, not people.
That's your task.
- Well, we all made
blunders in the past.
- Pfft, not me.
- You as well.
- What? When?
- I hate to bring
this up, but...
- Well...
- If you don't agree to
find a peaceful solution,
I'm afraid I'll
have to tell on you.
- Pfft! I've got immunity.
Your reports are futile.
- I don't mean a daily report.
I mean, on the Day of Reckoning.
(Number Four gasps)
- You mean...
To Him?
(thunder rumbles)
- Yes, to Him.
- About?
- About one poor
Jew, 2000 years ago.
- Ah, don't go there.
- Who was the casualty,
when our Fixer here was too
eager to extinguish a thief.
- All right, all right!
I admit that death led
to an unexpected outcome,
but I would be glad if we
could all just forget about it.
- Well then?
(The Fixer sighs)
- Got it!
About two miles above us,
there's a small meteorite,
dashing down towards us
at 15 miles per second.
Just a fist sized rock.
It'll land in less than a second
on an empty field southeast.
No one will ever know about it.
- But?
- But halfway down,
there's a weather balloon.
It barely misses.
Now, if I go back one second,
and make the wind blow
the balloon off its course
just three feet,
the meteorite will
crash into it.
(balloon explodes)
This will break the
meteorite into two parts.
One chip, the size of halfpenny,
will be thrown this way.
It will land right there.
Now, taking into account the
velocity of mister, mister...
- Can you just tell us,
will it definitely hit him?
- Like a b*llet,
right in his forehead.
- Without causing
any more damage?
- No, no, no damage.
- Thank you.
- Well, it seems you've
had a narrow escape.
- Thank you, Number One.
Thank you, Fixer.
- My pleasure.
- Your pleasure is exactly
what I'm afraid of.
Well, that's it, everyone.
(Number One claps)
Back to work!
(dreamlike music)
- It was fun.
(dreamlike music)
(The Fixer chuckles)
(The Fixer hums)
- Hm, cutie.
(meteorite whistles)
(bird caws)
(tire screeches)
(bird caws)
(ominous music)
- What the f*ck is that?
- Well...
It seems a meteorite
has just hit
the nuclear power plant.
Sorry.
(ominous music)
(intense rumbling)
(car honks)
(phone rings)
- [Voicemail] Please leave
a message after the tone.
(phone beeps)
- [Receptionist] Dr. Sander,
are you coming in anytime soon?
Your first insomnia patient
has been waiting
for a while now.
- Just give me a second!
- [The Voice] Thank
you for choosing
Dr. Sander's Sleep Cure.
Be sure to rewind, please.
(car honks)
(button clicks)
(dramatic music)
(cars honking)
- Doctor, you've gotta help
me, I can't stay awake.
I have these dreams where I'm
someone else during the day,
during the night,
school, in the car...
Doctor?
Doctor Sander?
(Doctor Sander snoring)
(dramatic band music)
(lights buzzing)
- Quiet, please, quiet!
Thank you.
It has come to our notion
that the current
number of characters
in Dr. Sander's nightmares
may not be sufficient
to secure our place in the
Guinness Book of Records.
- That's not possible!
He must be joking.
- Bad news, bad news.
- Therefore, a decision
is on the horizon.
Shall we increase the
number of characters,
aiming to surpass
the current record?
Doctors, if you
endorse this motion,
signify it with a "yes".
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Mhm.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes!
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Mm, yes.
- Yes.
- Yes!
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Uh, yes.
- No.
- What?
- Just kidding.
Yes!
(Dr. Sander chuckles)
- Motion passed unanimously!
Doctors, congratulations.
We have a new
Guinness World Record.
(doctors clapping)
(book thuds)
(people cheering)
(upbeat big band music)
I want to be your breakfast
I want to be your brunch.
And I lay myself
down for your lunch
I'll be your morning coffee
Sugar or saccharine
Evenings your Xanax,
mornings Benzedrine
No escape, I'm your fixation
Haunting you, your
sweet hallucination
In summer, your
sunburn fever
Winter, your
frostbite's pain
Whenever you blink,
hey there, I am again
(upbeat big band music)
(upbeat big band
music continues)...
I'm both your
brake and pedal
A cure and a diagnosis
I'm both your
underweight and overdose
Nightly, your
sleeping potion
Daily, your dopamine
I'm your hangover
and your aspirin
I'm devoted to be
your favorite sin
Your flu and COVID
Your full 20 and bathtub gin
I'll be your every cravings
Infinite smorgasbord
Come take a bite, and
you'll run back for more
(starter p*stol fires)
All your nightmares, all
your dreams come true
I'll make them real, 'cause
I will stick with you
(upbeat big band music fades)
(machinery squeaks)
(light buzzes)
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Dr. Sander's Sleep Cure (2024)
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