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Hey,

heat. Hey.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat. N.

I am there.

Is she contact? Shh.

Yes, I am there.

I see.

I see.

There's the contact.

She's just entered

into contact. She's entered

into contact.

to contact him.

Heat. Heat.

The dead. Place of the dead.

City of the dead.

Hold the lingo break. Hold it. It's

critical for Mary. Don't break the link.

Don't break it.

Mary.

Mary.

Happy.

I'm afraid Mary's dead.

No

heat.

All right.

Maybe I've got no imagination,

but your story is a little tough to

swallow.

James McLuhan,

busted twice for pedaling and

possession.

That's right. Well,

>> and you expect me to believe that Mary

Woodhouse died out of sheer fright while

you were having a seance?

Mhm.

Okay, fellas. You help us,

we'll help you.

What were you on? Coke? Grass?

Where's the stash? Down the toilet.

>> Don't deserve any help. You're a comic

book version, Sergeant.

>> Well, look better in your mug shot. You

know,

the great Terresa, the master medium.

Yeah, for you it's all in the book of uh

your book of what's it again?

>> Enoch.

>> Yeah, Enoch.

According to you, this poor girl is dead

because of a book that was written 4,000

years ago. Correct.

>> That's right.

I would find such unusual paradox of

tremendous appeal terribly stimulating

if I were a slo

>> the explanation in every detail of a

crime before it's been committed.

>> Lady, you're either on grass or you're

pulling my leg.

>> No, the problem is in your mind. It

can't accept the truth.

But I'll help you just the same. In the

book of Enoch, the killer Heat.

Heat.

Who's playing games here?

>> Come out of the floor, out of nowhere.

>> Who lived downstairs?

>> It's vacant. Has been for 26 years.

>> But how the heck did Don't you start

acting up, too.

It's only a prank, and I'll find out

what's behind it, even if I have to tear

the whole building apart.

>> Keep refusing the truth. At this very

precise moment, in some other distant

town,

horrendously awful things are happening.

Things that would shatter your

imagination.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

I think

uh Heat.

Heat.

Hi, officer. I'm uh looking for Sergeant

Clay.

>> And who are you?

>> Oh, I'm Peter Bell. And you see, I'm

with the New York.

>> Don't tell me. You're a newspaper

reporter, right? I can smell you guys a

mile away.

>> You're right. I'm a journalist. Look,

there's this room down the station house

that uh well, someone kind of died

mysteriously, and I want to talk to

Sergeant Bill about it.

>> It's not going to be any mystery how the

next guy dies if I let any unauthorized

people in that house.

>> Look, uh

isn't there a way that uh maybe you and

I could come to a gentleman's agreement?

>> You're talking into my deaf ear, pal,

and now take my advice and beat it

before the sergeant comes out.

Okay,

I'll take your advice.

Like we're in the wrong season suddenly.

Damn dust. All these high winds. Pretty

unusual.

>> By the way, I hear Cindy Heran never

went home last night.

>> So, huh. It sure wouldn't be the first

time. I remember once she was sitting in

You know something?

Ever since Father Thomas hanged himself,

Dwitch ain't been the same.

It's kind of scary.

Uh, few beers and you fellas start

seeing ghouls and devils all over the

place.

>> Well, you saw what happened, didn't you?

>> Sure, but that doesn't mean there isn't

any explanation. Could have been a truck

passing by, a vibration.

Anyway, I've lost my mirror.

>> You forget who our ancestors were.

>> No, I forgot how many beers you've

drunk. So, let's have another house

pies.

I got to go.

>> Well, wait. What about the

>> Me too? Wait up, Mike. I'll see you

around. Come on. No. Wait, Mike. Rush.

Brand new building, new construction.

can tell you

build garbage like this. I'm going to

lose all of my customers.

>> The language is risque. I admit it. But

the overall message couldn't have been

more puritanical.

>> And uh why did you choose the topic of

incest?

>> When I was 8 years old, I wanted to

marry my father. I guess all girls that

age want to marry their fathers.

Anyway, I got over it pretty quickly. He

was a drunk.

One day he just picked up and left my

mother and me.

>> Did this leave any particular emotional

feeling in you at the time?

>> Emptiness.

That and pity for my mother. I began to

hate all men. And I

Excuse me, Jerry. Oh, hi Sandra. How are

you?

>> Hello, Emily.

>> Well, I come so early. I mean, I thought

we'd made it for 8.

>> That's the trouble. I can't make it

tonight.

>> Huh?

>> I have to see Bob.

>> Oh, Bob.

>> You're not upset, are you?

>> No, I'm not upset. I may be a little

worried, perhaps. I mean, you have been

seeing an awful lot of them, haven't

you, lately?

>> A

poor Bob.

>> Hm. He's a sick and lonely kid.

I don't see why people hate him so. His

mother was what you'd call a woman of

easy virtue. No husband, no morals. Here

in Dunwitch, anybody like that is also

branded a witch.

>> Look, Sandra, I don't believe those

idiots who tell me that our ancestors

were Salem witch burners. All right.

Okay. Okay.

Terry, I am sorry.

>> Don't worry.

>> I'll see you tomorrow. Round nine.

>> Sure thing.

>> Bye.

>> So long, Sandra. Bye-bye. And take it

easy. Check. Bye.

>> Bye.

>> Okay, Sandra. Where were we?

>> On the same old problem. Men,

why do they have to make life so

difficult?

>> Did he hurt you? Did he claw him?

>> Was just frightened.

Strange. It's the first time he ever

acted up like that.

>> He loves to have you pet him. He always

comes to you when you're here. Something

must have frightened him.

>> Give me the dirtiest thoughts.

Telling you, you're going to end up a

dirty old man.

A pervert. Beeping town.

Talk about box lunches, man.

Saw a porno flick once where this guy

got so carried away he humped himself to

death. Too much of a good thing.

>> Yeah, but what a way to go.

What's the matter? Never see a body on

Earth before?

>> Any law against looking?

>> Yeah. Okay, I'm leaving.

>> Time you got. Let's flip to see who goes

in the hole.

>> All right,

>> call it.

>> Heads.

>> Tails in the hole, sucker.

>>

What are you still doing here, pal?

>> Oh, come on, fellas.

>> What do you want from us?

>> Nothing. I'm just curious about this

girl here, that's all. Look, why don't

you guys go ahead with your work and

I'll pretend I'm not around.

>> Well, move cuz we're almost finished.

Oh,

yeah.

Hey,

it's 5:00. We bust our balls enough.

Let's go.

Amen.

>> Hey. Hey. You're not going to you're not

going to leave her like that, are you?

>> Uh union hours. Anyways, what does she

care? She's not in any hurry,

is she?

No.

No. No. No.

Yeah.

Heat. Heat.

Oh my god.

Ah,

no. No.

But for you, Mary would have suffered a

terrible death.

>> I was just lucky.

>> No, it was written.

Are you acquainted with the book of

Enoch?

a text which dates back to more than

4,000 years ago. It contains man's first

recorded description of his his

boundless mortal fear in the face of

malice itself.

The demanding implacable enemy whose

search for blood is never satiated. Mary

tell experienced everything you

witnessed during our last seance.

The city of the dead,

the living dead,

a cursed city

where the gates of hell have been

opened.

>> Where uh where exactly is this city?

>> I don't know where it is.

All I know is that it's called Dunwitch.

>> Well, I've never heard of it. Uh,

how do you know? I mean, how can you be

so sure?

>> I read the name

on a tombstone. Mr. Bell, if those gates

are left open, it may be the end of

humanity.

We've got to try to get them shut again.

At midnight on Monday, we go into All

Saints Day. The night of the dead begins

then. And if the portals of hell don't

get shut before, no dead body will ever

be able to rest in peace again. And so

the dead will rise up and take over the

earth. And you must, you've got to get

to Dunwoods. You must reclose those

gates.

Bob.

Bob, are you here?

Bob.

Bob.

Pop.

Bob.

Bob. What's happened? Did you hurt

yourself?

Mom,

mom,

mom, don't leave me alone.

I don't

know.

Hello.

Uh, it's you, Mr. Robbins. No, Emily's

not here, I'm afraid.

>> What's that?

>> She's usually home this hour of the

night. I hope nothing's happened to her.

This There's been a lot of strange talk

circulating.

>> Oh, come now, Mr. Robbins. Ignore it.

People here in this town thrive on that

stuff. You should know that by now.

She'll be home in another couple of

minutes. Uh, if you need me for any

reason though, feel free to call. I

should be at the studio for at least

another hour or so. Okay.

Goodbye, Mr. Robbins. Goodbye.

No. No. Come on, Tommy. Please. No.

Please, Tommy.

>> What the devil's a matter, honey? You

treat me like I was a stranger. What

have I done? Tell me. How come you

picked out here to park? This place gets

me a wheelies.

>> Oh, Rose, go on. You're not a little

child now. You don't really believe in

that stupid Salem witch stuff, do you?

>> No, of course not.

Now, what's wrong?

>> Sorry, Tummy, but I keep thinking that

like someone is out there spying on us.

>> Come on. There isn't anyone out there.

Watch. I'll turn on the headlights.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Oh,

relax.

aha.

You know this dyn

>> so you You don't believe me? Do you?

>> That's not the point. Just going to be

harder to find. That's all.

>> We don't even know where to start, do

we?

>> You know, I get my intervisions, too.

You know, just let me meditate over a

bottle of scotch and uh

>> I'll take you anywhere.

Well, she certainly wasn't strangled.

doesn't seem to have been any kind of

physical abuse.

>> What was the cause of her death then?

>> Some kind of cardiac arrest. Only that

expression on her face looks like pure

fear, like something scared her to

death. Scared?

>> Excuse me, Mr. Robbins. Do you know if

your daughter had a heart condition?

>> No,

>> no, no, no. She was

>> Mr. Robbins.

>> Oh, God. God.

>> Well, what's our procedure?

>> Sit tight. Everything depends on the

autopsy.

>> I'll sit tight. You'll get your orders

after that from the DA. Okay, but let me

hear from you, Joe.

>> What's your opinion, Jerry?

>> What's there to say? I'm at a total

loss.

>> It was It was Bob.

>> Hey, pervert. You can bet on it. They

should have put him away for life after

what he tried to do with poor little

Anne Ross.

>> Listen, I'll call out all cars after

that boy. And I wouldn't be surprised if

he could tell us what happened to Rosie

Kelvin and Frank's kid, too. Sheriff

Russell.

Sheriff, what the dickens is this?

Good lord,

that kid's going to fry. Mark my words.

So, your uh newspaper editor wouldn't

believe you, huh?

>> Listen, when Adrien Dairo told me about

uh 2 years ago that I meet a girl who'd

been married alive, I didn't believe him

either. I mean, I laughed right in his

face.

>> Dairo was aware of many things.

He knew all about the city of the dead.

>> Okay. Okay, say I believe you. Did you

see when you were in this trance, did

you see anything besides that tombstone?

>> Oh, yes.

I saw a priest

who by hanging himself

opened the gates of hell.

He must be destroyed.

>> Our daily bread. and forgive us our

trespasses as we forgive those who

trespass against us. And lead us not

into temptation, but deliver us from

evil. For thine is the kingdom and the

power and the glory.

Amen.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall

>> this way, please.

>> Lie down in green pasture. Yes. Walk

through the valley of the shadow.

>> Where is she? Where is my Emily? I'm

>> still preparing her, Mrs. Robins.

Mrs. Holden.

>> Mrs. Holden. Yes. Mrs. Holton died last

night and according to Dr. Thompson was

frightened to death. Frightened to

death. That's what he said. Fear of

what?

Damned if I know, doc. It's the

strangest thing I ever heard of.

fear.

>> There's been talk that Rose Kelvin and

Tommy Fischer disappeared, too. They

went to the movies last night and

nobody's seen them since.

>> That makes five people that have

disappeared in the last 48 hours. I

think it's Bob. I don't believe in this

superstitious nonsense.

>> Yeah, maybe you're right.

>> Sure.

>> Remember two years ago when Bob took my

little Anne into the woods?

>> It was a miracle we found him in time.

>> Yeah. Well, I say it's him.

>> He's the one causing all the trouble

around here. God only knows what he did

to poor Emily.

>> All I know is the Aaron Dunage is

getting awful thick. Soon as I can find

somebody to buy my shop in my house, I'm

from Musen. You can bet your ass.

>> Calm down, dear. Take it easy. Calm

down.

>> My baby. My poor baby.

>> You

You

better take John John out. Yes, of

course. John, come on. Let's go outside.

We'll take a walk. You have to be strong

now. You have to find the courage to

face

to be a man now.

Heat.

Heat.

I'm hungry.

Good. There's a lollipop in the glove

box.

>> Look, I'm not joking. I'm starved.

>> Look, you're the one that got me out

here in the armpit of the world, chasing

your galloping cadaavvers.

>> Come on. Let's go have a snack

someplace. Huh?

>> Okay.

>> You uh want to give up? Look, why don't

you get in the car and we'll go and

check out the local cusine.

>> Don't be upset.

>> Upset? Who's upset? According to your

theory, we have less than 48 hours

before this uh All Saints Day.

>> Oh, please. Not now. Do you mind? Come

on. Let's go check out the uh local

cuisine. Huh?

Thank you.

Hey

you. Oh,

heat. Hey. Hey.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

It's special.

Daddy. Mommy. Daddy. Mommy. Mommy.

>> What's the matter, honey?

>> Emily's back. I saw her looking in the

window. She wanted to catch me.

>> Emily went away forever. John, she's in

heaven.

>> I saw her. I swear I saw her. I already

did.

>> You better call the doctor.

>> I'm all right. I don't need a doctor.

I don't want a doctor. I saw.

>> You've had a big day. You're upset. We

all are. Off you go now. Go to bed.

>> I don't want to go, Mommy. I'm scared.

Emily's going to catch me. I know it.

It's

heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Hello.

>> It's me, Sandra. You have to come right

away. No, there's no time to explain.

You wouldn't believe me anyway. Just

come, please. I'm having a nervous

breakdown.

>> Yes. Okay, Sandra. Just calm down and

control yourself. What is it?

>> There are only two possibilities. Either

I'm going out of my mind or something

very, very strange is happening.

>> Look, take it easy. I'll be there in 10

minutes, honey. Bye.

Jerry, is that you?

>> Yeah, it's me.

>> Come in.

Come in.

What do you need that for?

>> I don't know. Maybe a crucifix would be

better.

>> A crucifix? What the hell are you

talking about?

>> Tell me the truth.

Do you consider me a basket case?

>> No, not at all. Why? You're nurturing a

pet neurosis, that's all. Like about 70%

of the female population of this

country.

>> So, according to you, I'm not stark

raving mad. At least not yet.

>> Don't be silly. Of course not. Sometimes

you may drink a little more than you

should, but that's no reason to be taken

away and put into a looney house. No.

No. I'd rather not right now. And you

really shouldn't either.

>> All right. You better see for yourself.

It's in the kitchen.

>> The kitchen?

Oh, Christ.

Was

I just imagining things?

>> No, it can't be. It's not.

>> Uh-huh. It's her. Mrs. Holden. This

morning she was inside a coffin at the

funeral home and now she's here in my

kitchen.

>> How? How did she get here?

>> I don't know. I heard a noise. I came to

look and there she was on my floor. I

called you right after. I thought I was

losing my mind.

>> Okay, let's use our heads and not panic.

Calm down. We've got to find out how she

got here. All right.

>> I couldn't give a damn how she got here.

I just want her gone. Look, let's get

out of here. I can't take this side of

her. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

At this point, a good stiff drink is the

only medicine.

>> What are you going to do?

>> Well, I don't believe in the Twilight

Zone, so I guess I'll call the sheriff

on this matter.

>> And what did you tell him?

>> Exactly what you told me. That you heard

this noise? That you came running and

saw her there? And the rest is up to

them.

What was that?

Of

course, we left it wide open.

What the?

Someone took her away.

>> Or maybe she just left.

>> Don't be ridiculous. Bodies don't get up

and walk away by themselves.

>> She's still here. She's still in the

house.

No, she's in here. Her nose is her.

>> I don't want to see her anymore.

>> There's no way.

>> Get her out.

>> Calm down.

>> Tell her to go.

>> Yes. Yes.

>> She's in here. Do you hear her, Jerry?

She's in here. I can't take it anymore.

>> Sandra. Sandra. Calm down.

>> Calm down.

>> Calm down. Don't let your imagination

run away with you. I don't know what the

hell is going on in here either, sir.

So, we're going to take it step by step

and search every room in the house. All

right. And we'll find the reason. All

right, Sandra. Now you're going to

follow me. Follow me now. Come on now.

That's it.

All right.

>> All right.

>> I'll do whatever you say.

Oh.

I don't think I'll manage to sleep here

tonight.

>> Well, if you want to stay at my studio

or the house, you're always welcome.

Good God, it's blood. Blood.

Dunwitch. Yes. Yes. Yes. I know it. Odd

that you're looking for Dunwitch.

>> Yes. Matter of fact, uh,

>> yes. That's the town where Father Thomas

Terrible. Oh, terrible.

You know that Dunwitch was built on the

ruins of the original Salem, the village

of witches and heresy and evil.

>> Yes, but uh can you tell us how to get

there?

>> It's not easy. You'll have to go back

towards the highway.

And as you approach it, there's a road

going left blocked by a landslide

that'll take you to Dunwwich.

>> Thanks a lot.

Uh, just out of curiosity,

why are you folks going down there?

>> Uh,

>> well, we're just looking up a friend.

>> Oh, I see.

>> Thanks again.

The Lord help us.

Hey, Bob.

>> Hi, Ann.

>> What are you doing in the backseat of my

dad's car?

>> I didn't know where to sleep. You won't

tell him, will you?

>> No, of course not. I'm going to get some

awful weird ideas. Come on. Smoke a

little joint with me. Only then you

better split. Okay.

It's him. Go on. Get out of here.

>> What are you doing?

>> You get

I I can explain everything. Just run.

>> Shut up, you bastard.

>> What are you trying to do with my

daughter? Huh?

Please let me explain, Mr. Ross. I was

only looking for a place to sleep. I

swear.

Perfect. No, man. No.

No.

Heat. Heat.

Please

do.

Heat. Heat.

I guess there's nobody in. That's

strange.

>> What do you plan on doing?

>> I have a feeling this is where the

answer is. We've got to find the

undertaker or someone from the funeral

parlor. Maybe they've gone to the

cemetery.

>> You go. I'll wait in your office. I

don't think I could take a cemetery

right now.

>> Fair enough.

Dweller. A little twilight.

That's right. Well,

>> yes, that's it.

That's the very same tombstone that I

saw in my trance.

>> Great. Welcome to the city of the dead.

Now, what do we do?

>> We must find the priest's grave and

uncover him. There isn't much time left.

All Saints Day begins at midnight.

>> Well, where do we start?

Okay. Well, it's got to be one of these,

you know. Good thing he didn't hang

himself in Arlington.

Hey.

>> Yes.

>> Excuse me. Uh, I wonder if you could

give us some information.

>> Sure.

>> Well, we're uh we're looking for a

tombstone of a of a of a priest behind

himself.

>> Father Thomas.

We don't know his name.

Well,

>> why are you looking for his burial site?

>> It's uh it's a long story. One you might

not want to believe.

>> Try me. I'm just about ready to believe

anything at this point.

>> That's the whole story.

>> My God in heaven,

the living dead.

>> And that's why you're here and done

with.

>> What do you want to do? What are you

hoping to accomplish?

>> The death of Father Thomas

gave birth to some some evil

Yeah.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah. Who's speaking?

All right.

Now, listen to me. You take it easy. You

stay right there and don't move, and

I'll be right over.

>> What happened?

That was Emily's little brother, John.

He just told me that Emily killed her

parents.

Emily died two days ago.

Heat up

here. I'm scared.

>> I'm scared. I'm scared.

>> Oh, everything's going to be all right.

You girls take care of him, please?

>> Sure. Come on.

>> My car. Yeah.

>> In again.

God. God almighty.

Totally butchered. Literally ripped to

shreds. Load.

Are you sure it was Emily?

>> Yeah, but she was that different. Emily

was like she was like she was dead and

she was mommy and daddy.

>> Poor kid. You poor darling.

>> Jerry. Jerry, listen. Got to go to the

funeral poll and then we got to look for

that that grave of the priest.

>> All right.

>> Well,

all right.

>> Yes, it's dead.

It's all right. It's all right. It's all

Now listen, Sandra, go to the studio

with John John. Stay there and don't let

him out of your sight.

>> Yes, sure.

>> Not for any reason.

>> Listen, Jerry, we better get a move on.

We only have a couple hours before All

Saints Day.

>> God knows what else could happen.

Oh,

heat,

heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Ah,

heat.

Heat. Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

I can't move.

No.

No. No. Away.

Help.

Away.

Help. Help me. No.

Ch. Thank god you're safe, boy. Listen,

there's a police car around the corner.

Mary's there, too. You go straight to

it. Go.

Yeah, I'm in Cartoon with Sheriff

Russell. We're on Main Street. He wants

to go is great.

>> You want some of my men?

>> No, I think it'd be better if you tell

them to take care of the kids.

>> All right, I'll take care of the kids.

Yeah.

>> Right now we're coming across the whole

town. So you stay in touch, huh?

>> Buddy.

>> Did you call?

>> Yeah.

>> Let's get going.

Heat.

Heat.

interrupt this program to bring you a

special broadcast. Dunwitch police

authorities have declared a state of

emergency effective immediately within

Dunwwich County. All citizens are

requested to return to their homes as

quickly as possible. In case of

necessity, contact this station, radio

WDWC.

The telephone number is 825881.

All citizens are urged to remain calm

and follow all instructions for the

letter. We repeat, do not

>> telling me what's going on.

>> The dead are leaving their tombs.

>> Oh, it's a lot of crap.

I'm taking my money.

>> I'm closing my doors till tomorrow

morning and I'm not opening for anybody.

Heat. Heat.

Heat up

here.

I believe Father Thomas is buried in his

family tomb over there.

Guess what?

It's All Saints Day.

Oh no.

Stop.

Stop.

Well,

Thomas family, too. Now what? You

>> sure had a cigar.

>> Shall we open it?

>> Lady had a vision.

You sure? Mary.

>> Oh boy. Here we go.

Huh?

Be careful.

There you go.

Come

on.

Heat. Heat.

Hold on to this and let me try to give

Bill a hand.

>> God's sake. Hurry. It's past midnight.

My god, someone must have broken in from

the other side.

>> Or broken out?

>> Well, now what do we do?

>> I want to go take a look. Come.

Having received no further bulletins on

police emergency operations, which are

still in progress, we can only confirm

our previous special broadcast. Citizens

are requested to remain in their homes.

Under no circumstances should anyone try

to reach the state turnpike. We repeat,

do not panic. Remain in your homes.

Stay tuned to WDWC for further

bulletins. For those who have just tuned

in, we repeat our previous bulletin.

Dunwwich police authorities have

declared a state of emergency effective

immediately within Dunwwich County. All

citizens

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Sandra

Ah,

heat.

Oh,

stop.

That's

what I did.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Yeah.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Yeah.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

Heat.

Heat.

Oh,

heat, heat.

A

A

Heat.

Heat.

Mary.

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