The Vault of Horror

Subbasement?

- I pushed ground. - So did I.

Well, why didn't it open?

Looks like some sort of a club.

Never knew there was one in the building.

This elevator has no push buttons.

And there's no way out.

Someone's bound to come down here soon.

Why not make the best of it?

- Good idea. Let's do that. - Why not?

Might as well, I suppose.

- Thank you. - Strange situation.

Almost like a dream.

Dreams are much more frightening than this.

At least mine are.

Really? In what way?

Strange. Mysterious.

Unworldly.

Almost unbelievable.

Oh?

But so real.

One feels sometimes that it's actually happening.

Why don't you tell us about it?

All right, I will.

Well?

You found her.

Where?

That's where she lives.

I didn't like the town at all.

Something strange about it.

And nobody knew I hired you? Nobody saw you come here?

I'm good at my job.

Everything confidential.

Thanks.

Any time.

Thank you.

You're a stranger in town, aren't you?

Yes.

It's getting dark.

You'd better get inside somewhere.

I'd like a menu, please.

I'm sorry, sir, but we're closing.

But it's dinnertime, you can't close before 7:00 at night.

It's getting dark. We always close before dark.

They come out in the dark.

Who?

- Who's there? - It's your brother.

Harold.

Come in. Quickly!

- So you've found me at last. - Mmm.

Took me a long time.

What do you want?

I've come to see you.

After all, you are my sister.

Why have you buried yourself in a place like this?

Why is everyone so afraid of the dark here?

- Because of them. - "Them"?

There have been 17 cases so far.

Bodies found with every drop of blood drained out of them.

Now, tell me why you wanted to find me so badly.

Father died four weeks ago.

I've been looking for you ever since.

You're his heir, you know.

You always were his favorite. He left you everything.

For as long as you live.

No! No!

Good evening.

The table d'hote is rather nice, sir...

juice, soup, roast, sweet, coffee.

Sounds fine.

Ah, tomato juice.

Ah, yes, it, um, tastes rather... strange.

It is our usual, sir.

Oh.

And now, how would you like your roast clots?

Well done? Medium? Rare?

Roast what?

Clots. Blood clots.

No! No!

Much better than the frozen stuff.

- Quite a nice bouquet. - Mm-hmm.

- A good year! - Very fresh.

I'll have a glass too, please.

A recurrent dream.

More. Oh, much more.

It's hard to explain.

It's with me all the time.

Do you have a sister?

No.

No. It's just a dream. We all have something like it.

And you... what's your dream?

Why not his first?

My what?

Dream. Vision.

Phobia. Obsession. Fear.

Whatever you want to call it.

My dream is a very peculiar one.

Very peculiar indeed.

But so real.

So real.

Thank you.

Well, Wilson, as they say, congratulations are in order.

I'm going to get married.

At your age?

I've spent a lot of time amassing a fortune, acquiring

a lovely house, filling it full of beautiful things.

Now I need somebody to look after them.

And me, of course.

- Who's the lucky girl? - Oh, nobody you would know.

The daughter of a chum of mine... Sir George Melsh.

Little Eleanor?

Well, she's not little now. She's grown up.

Very charming, really.

But why on earth should she marry you?

Well, I think of myself as somewhat of a catch, really.

Very easy to get on with, actually.

Eleanor.

Eleanor!

You've moved the furniture.

Yes, I thought it would look better if I...

But you've moved the furniture!

I go for a magazine, and it isn't there.

Darling, you must admit it looks nicer.

But you've moved the furniture!

I'll never be able to find anything!

If it bothers you that much...

Well, of course...

Of course it bothers me.

A place for everything, and everything in its place.

That's how businesses run, that's how societies run,

and that is how a home should be run.

Yes, Arthur.

Morning, my dear. Sleep well?

What's this?

They're mine.

Yours?

What are they doing in my drawer?

I moved your things to your side of the bed.

But my underpants have always been in the second drawer,

on the left, folded up, all the buttons on the top.

How can one live in chaos?

Come with me. I want to show you something.

Come on.

No, no, this way. This way.

Now, Eleanor, this is my workshop.

I love making things. It relaxes me.

But I couldn't make anything...

unless I kept all my things neatly filed away.

Nails... size, length.

Screws... size, kind, thread, diameter.

I know where everything is.

I just have to put out my hand, and I find it.

And that, Eleanor, is the value of neatness.

Yes, Arthur.

Why did you marry him, Eleanor?

Father had no money. I had no ability, no profession.

What else was I to do?

Besides, he's quite nice, really.

- Except... - Except for what?

Well, there's nothing I seem to be able to do for him...

Except keep his house tidy.

Oh, darling, darling. Don't go into the kitchen.

Come and sit over here.

I'll do the cooking tonight.

It's high time I illustrated to you what a splendid cook I am.

Now, just sit down there, make yourself perfectly comfortable.

I did a lot of cooking when I lived alone.

Developed into quite a chef, actually.

Oh. Spaghetti Pomodoro?

Tomatoes. Al dente, of course.

Mm-hmm.

Tomatoes.

Tomatoes...

No tomatoes. Hmm.

Ah. Puree. Tomato puree.

Tomato puree...

No tomato puree.

"Spaghetti sauce." All right...

Eleanor.

Eleanor!

No tomatoes. No tomato puree.

No spaghetti sauce.

- Nothing! - I must have forgotten.

But there's no excuse to forget! Come over here!

Come on.

My dear, inside the doors of these cupboards

is a list of all the items in the cupboard.

Against each item are three marks.

Now, every time you use one of the items,

you erase one of the marks. This is the eraser right here,

so you can never have an empty space.

But, two marks, tomato puree. No tomato puree!

Three marks, spaghetti sauce!

No spaghetti sauce!

You haven't even bothered!

Eleanor?

Good morning, darling.

- Did you do all this? - Last night.

How splendid.

How absolutely splendid!