The Bad Seed (1956) 02/14 (English - Spanish - Subtitles)

======================================== The Bad Seed (1956) 02/14 00.06 Have you completely lost your senses? - Look at Rhoda's shoes. - I'm sorry, Mrs. Breedlove... but she had to come running out... - just as I was... - LeRoy! Sorry, ma'am. LeRoy, I own this apartment house. I employ you... I've given you the benefit of every doubt because you have a family. I've thought of you as emotionally immature... torn by irrational rages, a bit on the psychopathic side. But after this demonstration, I think my diagnosis was entirely too mild. You're definitely a schizophrenic with paranoid overtones. I've had quite enough of your discourtesy and surliness... and so have the tenants in my building. My brother has wanted to discharge you. - I've taken your side despite misgivings... - Monica... - I shall protect you no longer... - Monica. He didn't mean it. It was an accident. - Sure, it was... - He meant to do it. I know LeRoy. It was no accident, Christine. It was deliberate, the spiteful act of a neurotic child. He meant to do it. You watched out of the corner of your eyes. - Rhoda, I want you... - You made up your mind in one second! 01.02 I never. I never. I'm just clumsy! My patience is at an end, and you might as well know it. Get about your work! It's much too lovely a morning for such tirades. Now, don't forget our lunche on with Reggie Tasker. Dear me. I haven't put in my order yet. What do you feed a criminologist? - Prussic acid, blue vitriol, ground glass. - Hot weather things. Nothing would hurt Reggie. He thrives on buckets of blood and sudden death. Goodbye, dear. Have a wonderful, happy day. Goodbye, Aunt Monica. That know-it-all Monica Breedlove. Don't think nobody knows anything but her. Well, she ain't got long to go anyway. Old heifer's about ready for the canners. 02.04 But that young, trough-fed Mrs. Penmark... she might get kind of lonesome with that soldier boy of hers gone. Yes, sir, she might. Yeah, that Rhoda's a real smart one. That's a smart little gal. She's almost as smart as I am. She sees through me, and I see through her. Swallow me a frog, but she's smart. Jenny Fürst, you come back here! - I want to see... - You're not to go near the water. Now remember, everybody. You are not to go out on that pier... or near the boathouse! 03.06 - Why, Mrs. Penmark. How splendid. - Good morning, Miss Fern. - Good morning, Miss Fern. - Good morning, Rhoda. - That was a perfect curtsy. - Thank you. You run along with the others. I want to speak to Miss Fern for a minute. - Yes, Mother. - That is, if you have a minute. Well, we're rather rushed this morning. But, of course, Mrs. Penmark... shall we talk while I place the favors on the tables? Yes, of course. By the way, Miss Fern... I have the check here for the last quarter. Here it is. Why, thank you. Now, about Rhoda, naturally... Tell me frankly, Miss Fern... is she always as perfect in everything as she was in her curtsy? She does everything extremely well, as you must know better than I. And as a person, does she fit in well at the school? Let me think. In what way, Mrs. Penmark? 04.02 Rhoda's been... I don't quite know how to say it... but there's a mature quality about her that's disturbing in a child... and my husband and I thought that a school like yours... ...where you believe in discipline and the old-fashioned virtues... ...might perhaps teach her to be more of a child. Yes, I know what you mean. Do the other children like her? Is she popular? The other children? Of course, Mrs. Penmark. I really should get things started. - Will you excuse me, please? - Yes, of course, and thank you. But I did meet him. But I did meet Freud! Nobody ever believes me when I tell them that I met Sigmund Freud. They just don't believe that you're old enough, little sister. Anyway, it wasn't Dr. Freud who analyzed me. It was Dr. Kettlebaum in London. 05.07 Monica's been spread out on couches from New York to Los Angeles. And what was Kettlebaum's verdict? He said my whole trouble was associating ideas... with words and names. My marriage to Fred Breedlove, for example. He said I married Fred because of the combination of ideas... suggested by his name. The last syllable, "love"... romantic, eternal... and the first syllable... That is rather obvious, isn't it? - The result of the analysis? - It broke up my marriage. When I explained it to Mr. Breedlove, he became so confused... between his first syllable and his last syllable... that he just gave up. Let's sit over there, so we can get away from analysis. At least be comfortable. Yes, come on, Reggie. Entertain us with your latest work. What is your bloodthirsty scribbling about to disclose now? 06.05 I've been making a collection of data on Mrs. Allison. ========================================