All language subtitles for It - 1967.eng

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Yes, this is the museum.

No, no, no, this is Arthur
Pimm, the curator's assistant.

Yes, just a moment, I think I
know where I can find him.

- For me?
- Yes, sir.

Grove here.

Yes, inspector?

Yes.

What?

How bad is the damage?

Well, that's terrible.

Yes, I can get down there immediately.

Right, inspector.

There's been a fire at the warehouse.

I need the list of everything
we've stored there.

Pimm, I need the list.

Oh. Yes, sir.

Here it is, sir.

And this is the Prague invoice.

Come along, Pimm, let's get down there.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Gutted, completely gutted.

Curator Grove, I'm Inspector White.

My assistant, Wayne, and
Police Officer Turner.

My assistant, Arthur Pimm.

- How do you do, Mr. Pimm?
- How do you do?

We're investigating the
cause of the fire.

All those treasures gone.

- May we look around, inspector?
- Yes, certainly. We'll leave you to it.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

Looks pretty hopeless, Pimm.

Well, perhaps we shall find
something here to salvage.

Pimm, look.

I see.

GROVE: Apparently undamaged.

That's as fine a piece of mid-European
primitive as I've ever seen.

About 1550, I'd say.

Pimm.

Pimm, do you hear me?

Yes, I hear you.

Can you read this?

Well, come closer.

What's the matter?
Are you afraid of it?

Afraid? What's there to be afraid of?
It's just a lump of stone.

Looks like some kind
of inscription here.

Do you have your glass with you?

Oh, yes. Here.

Thanks.

Yes, there is an inscription.
In Hebrew.

There's a large torch in the car.
Would you like me to get it?

Yes, that'd be very helpful.

- Can you get it quickly?
- Yes.

[GROVE SCREAMS]

Police!

Police!

Mother, you know it is silly, your
sitting alone in the dark like that.

Now, it's absolutely ridiculous.

Now, I know what's wrong.

You're just upset because I'm late getting home.
Well, I couldn't help it.

I've had the most terrible day.

I'll be right there.

You know what happened?
The warehouse caught on fire.

Yeah, Grove was killed.
It was awful.

You know what it means, though?

Tomorrow morning, the board of directors
will have to meet to choose a new curator.

Yeah, a successor.
Oh, and it's bound to be me.

It's just got to be after the way
that I've worked all these years.

You're gonna be so proud of me.

Mother?

Can you hear me?

I know what's wrong with you.
I know why you're sulking.

Because I haven't prepared your dinner.
Well, I will, right away.

Sometimes, Mother, I think
you're just plain cranky.

Well, I think that you should have a
companion come here to stay with you.

You're alone so much of the time.
It just isn't fair.

Ah.

You know, now...

Now Ellen may have some
more time to spend with me.

Oh, look, you needn't get jealous.
You come first. You always will. Oh.

I brought you home another jewel.

Now, that proves it, doesn't it?

Look, you simply must stop
asking me to bring these home.

It's very difficult, and
it's just not right.

It's all very well for you to say that
I can get them back undetected...

...but, well, if something goes wrong,
I don't think that they would understand...

...that you merely like to wear
them for a couple of hours.

Now...

This, I have to get back
first thing in the morning.

That is not going to be easy...

...what with all the hubbub
about Grove's death.

There we go.

Where are Grove's keys?

His keys? Well, he had
them on him, didn't he?

I checked his office,
they're not there.

The Yard found no keys on him.

Maybe I'd better call them back.

Perhaps that was a motive for his death.

- But they must be around here someplace.
- Well, I can't take any chances.

Get me the Yard.
Inspector White, please.

I know where they are.
Yeah, I know, yes.

Ah. There, just as I thought.
Here they are.

Good.

Thank you, Pimm.

You're welcome, sir.

The new statue is being installed just as Mr
Grove planned before last night.

- That's very efficient of you, Pimm.
- Thank you, sir.

You've been waiting to hear the result...

...of the Board of Trustees'
meeting, haven't you?

Well, I want you to know
that we're all aware...

...of the splendid work you've done as Mr
Grove's assistant...

...and you're not to go unrewarded.

There will be a 3-pound
weekly raise in your salary.

That's about a hundred
and fifty pounds a year.

Oh.

Hundred fifty pounds a year.

As knowledgeable as you are...

...we think you're a little too young
to take on Mr Grove's position.

We've asked Professor Weal to consider
the curatorship. He's agreed.

You, of course, will continue as his
assistant, and in the meantime...

...we expect you to carry
on as you always have...

...with efficiency,
courtesy and interest.

Good day, Pimm.

With efficiency, courtesy and interest.

Now, who's clearing
this tackle, you or me?

You've been on my back all morning.
Just lay off.

MAN 1: You mind your tone with me.

MAN 2: If you don't like it,
you know what you can do.

Quiet.

Really.

Where do you think you are?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Pimm.

- Have you finished?
- Yes.

Never had such blooming
trouble on a job before.

Started the minute we picked this up.

Looks like some kind of primitive
god of wrath or something.

Look at the hate in its face.

That's what killed the old man, hate.

Come on now, this is the 20th century.

Yeah? You just look around
and see what's going on.

- The world's full of hate.
- If you don't mind...

Oh, I'm sorry. I got carried away.

I tell you, it's that thing.
It's full of hate.

Thank you.

Sorry.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

That doesn't belong there.

- Oh!
- Sorry, Mr Pimm.

Oh, that's all right.

So this is your new piece?

Yes.

Yes, that is it.

Well, tell me, how
would you like it lit?

With the right spots, we could really
bring out its fierceness, you know.

If I were you, I would not mock it.

Why? It's not alive.

I may be an electrician, but I
can sculpt better than that.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

You do whatever you want.
I shall be in my office.

[SCREAMS]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Morning.

WHITE: Good morning, Mr Pimm.
PIMM: Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.

It's, um, in there.

What time does the
museum normally open?

- Eleven thirty. It's 11:15 now.
- Mm-hm.

You're going to have to keep
it closed till we're through.

Of course.

Arthur, would you make sure
the "temporarily closed" sign...

...is put on the door?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

I was with Ellis.
It was about 10:30.

See, he was our electrician, and
we were discussing various ways...

...in which to light the new statue.

All of a sudden, I got this...

Well, it was just a
frightening feeling.

Ellis laughed at it, but I left.

It couldn't have been a minute later when
I heard the scream and then a crash.

I ran back here and I found him.

- And then?
- I ran to my office and I called you.

And turned off the alarm, of course.

Anyone been in here since you left?

No. Oh, I told the guard to
put the sheet over the body.

Why'd you do that?

Why, I don't know.
It just came into my mind, I suppose.

Inspector.

WHITE: Hm.

Well, here's the cause of the alarm.

PIMM: Well, look at that.

Anything missing?

- No, no, doesn't seem to be.
- Why would anyone break the case, then?

Well, I should imagine
to steal that diamond.

The Star of the Nile.
It's very valuable.

But I suppose the crash must
have frightened them off.

You say it took three men and a
hoist to install the statue?

Oh, yes.
It weighs over 3000 pounds.

At first, I thought it'd
been struck by lightning.

How could it have
tipped over by itself?

It's most unlikely that it did.

PIMM: But I tell you, I was out of
this room for less than a minute.

Could a statue strike one?

Well, I know it sounds mad, but
unless there is some life in it...

...how can one explain those deaths?

Aren't you letting your imagination
run away with you, Mr Pimm?

Do you remember its arms?

Do you remember how they
extended like this?

That is how they were the
first time I saw them.

Now, right after Grove's death,
one arm was lower than the other.

This morning, when they moved
that statue in here...

...the arms were like that again.

Well, I swear it.

You think I'm seeing things, don't you?

Let's just say we don't see
what you see, Mr Pimm.

There are certain unseen
things that are more real...

...than those which you
can see and touch.

I know that.

In other words, Mr Pimm, you're
suggesting that these deaths...

...were not accidents, but murders.

All those people flocking to
see that monstrous statue.

It's just ghoulish.

It's the newspapers.

I saw it.

There's something uncanny,
frightening about it.

It makes me feel my father's
death was no accident.

I feel that way too. Oh, but the inspector,
it's no good trying to convince him.

Ellen, will you look around and see if I
overlooked any of your father's things?

I'm sure you have them all.

Ellen.

I do know how you must feel.

Look, my mother and I, we were
talking, and we were wondering...

...if you might like to
take a drive with us...

...and look at the new house
we're planning to buy.

Some other time.
Thank you, Pimm.

It's always some other time.

Now, Pimm, you must try to understand.

I like you very much
as a friend, but...

I know.
Oh, I know, I know, I know.

Now, don't pout.

Well, if it means that
much to you, I'll go.

You will?

Yes.

I didn't know you were buying a house.

Oh, well, it's my mother's,
actually, but...

Eventually, when I get married...

Yes, I'm sure.

Ellen, would it mean a great
deal to you if I could prove...

...that your father's death
was not an accident?

Yes.

Do you really think you can?

- Yes.
- How?

Well, let's just say that...

...I have a way with
the supernatural.

Pimm, they've broken a glass case downstairs.
Those hordes of people.

But there hasn't been other damage.
I've arranged for extra guards.

I won't have that statue in this place.

Oh, Mr Trimingham, the notoriety
will quieten down shortly.

Suppose it doesn't?

Suppose some other fool gets
himself killed near it.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Grove.
I didn't mean to imply that your father...

- Mr Trimingham, there's no reason...
- Save your breath, Pimm.

The New York Museum have wired me a
handsome offer if it's authentic.

Their representative is on
his way here now by plane.

- How was your flight?
- Very pleasant. Slept most of the way.

There he is.

Perhaps a little more light would help.

Yes, it might.
Thank you.

You know, I must say I am bewildered...

...your coming all the way from
America just to look at this.

By the way, wasn't it at your museum...

...that the so-called
authentic Etruscan statue...

...turned out to be a fake?

No, that was at the
Metropolitan Museum.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Oh, you know, I've been assistant
curator at this museum for years now...

...and from my experience, I don't think
it's so difficult to duplicate a statue.

Oh, granted, of course, you can
get the correct materials.

Perhaps.

But there's a little matter
of artistry too, you know.

Yes. If you're dealing with
a Rodin or a Brancusi.

But not a primitive.

Why, it's almost their lack of artistry
that proves that they are primitive.

Oh, I think any half-baked
artist could imitate one.

I'll bet those experts
felt like fools...

...when they found out
that Etruscan was a fake.

What do you think of this one?

Well, what did Mr
Trimingham tell you?

He said it was authentic.

Well, if he said so.

I see.

What is it?

There's some writing here on this robe.

You can make it out if you look at it from
this direction with the light bouncing off it.

Have you made a rubbing of this yet?

No.

Well, we can do that later.

Wouldn't that be the
simplest part to fake?

Oh, here's some more.

It's in Hebrew.

"Power bringeth destruction.
Beware, lest it be unleashed."

That saying was supposed to have
been engraved on the original Golem.

- Golem?
- Yes.

A Hebrew statue created out of
stone to serve the community.

Legend has it, it ran amok one day,
and was said to have disappeared.

You mean, it was a
sort of Frankenstein?

No, not created out of parts of people,
but more like a Roman statue of Mars...

...or the Greek Zeus.

It had no reason or will of its own.
It could only take orders.

Was this creature real, or
did you say it was legend?

Well, history sometimes
becomes legend, you know.

No, there were a few made.

The first was in 1550
by an Elizah de Chelm.

And then Judah Loew, who
lived from 1513 to 1609...

...was said to have
made one in Prague.

The last recorded one was
by a Baal Shem Tov in 1700.

My heavens, you are well-informed.

Now, I'm curious.

If this creature were made of stone,
how did they bring it to life?

A little scroll bearing the word 'emeth,
which in Hebrew means the word of God...

...was placed under the tongue
of the Golem, and that gave it life.

There's an interesting
point about that.

Wait a minute.

Look at this.

"Judah Loew, Prague, 1500 and..."

I can't make out the other two numbers.

Do you happen to have
a penknife on you?

Yes, yes, of course.

I'll make some scrapings
if you don't mind.

If the composition of this stone
dust is traceable to Prague...

...I'm reasonably certain
that this is authentic.

It's incredible.

Oh, well, I'm a bit skeptical myself.

Well, you've been very cooperative.
I appreciate it.

Oh, it's a pleasure.

Remember the Etruscan.

I'll remember.

Thank you.

You can tell Mr Trimingham I'll
have an answer for him very shortly.

[PIMM CHUCKLES]

You really do believe it's
authentic, don't you?

Well, let's just say I'm inclined
to, despite the Etruscan.

I'm sorry.
I thought you were alone.

PIMM: That's all right, Ellen.
Meet Mr Perkins.

Mr Trimingham's new
secretary, Miss Grove.

- How do you do?
- I wondered who you were.

PIMM: Oh, you've met?

No, I just happened to see Ms Grove
coming out of Mr Trimingham's office.

Well, thank you.

Look, I don't want to appear forward...

...but would you two care to
have dinner with me tonight?

I mean, I've never been to London
before, and I don't know anyone here.

Perhaps we could meet for a drink first.
Anything you like.

- Well, that's very nice of you.
- How about you?

I don't know.

Oh, Mr Perkins is the
gentleman from New York...

...who may take the
statue back with him.

He knows an awful lot about it.
It's very interesting.

- Well, I am interested, but...
- Well, then it's all settled.

- Where shall we meet?
- I forgot.

I am sorry. I can't go.

I've got some important
papers I must go through.

Oh, that's too bad.
Some other time, then, huh?

Well, Miss Grove, it looks like
you've been inveigled into this date.

So I have.

- See you later, Pimm.
- And I'll see you tomorrow.

PIMM: Tomorrow.
- Let me.

Good morning, Pimm.
And how are you?

PIMM: You look cheerful.
- From Mr Trimingham.

He's made some notes on them for you.

Oh, thank you.

Tell me, did you talk to Perkins
last night about the statue?

It won't bring father back.

That's strange.

Yesterday, you seemed
determined to prove...

...that your father's death was not
an accident, yet this morning...

I feel the sooner that statue's on
its way to New York, the better.

Oh.

Well, first of all, of course,
it must be authenticated.

Mr Perkins thinks it's authentic.
You do.

No, no, no.
I never said that.

I merely said that...

Well, I felt there was some strange
power that lurked within it.

Oh, Pimm.

I suppose he knows more than I do.
He's had more experience.

Now, there's no sense in
getting upset over Jim.

In fact, he asked you
to lunch with us today.

- He's quite good company.
- I'm sure he is.

And you just tell Jim that
I'm sorry I can't make it.

I have a very important
appointment at the library today.

And I'm not kidding.
It's the truth.

Look, I'm not upset or jealous
or hurt, or anything like that.

I'll tell him.

See you later.

Good evening.

Sit down.

You have it?

This is a most rare thing.

I don't believe that you got
it off some stone as you said.

If I translate it for you, will
you agree to tell me the truth?

Yes.

Very well.

"He who will find the secret
of my life at his feet..."

"...him will I serve until beyond time."

"He who shall evoke me in the
17th century, beware..."

"...for I cannot by fire be destroyed."

"He who shall evoke me in the
18th century, beware..."

"...for I cannot by fire
or by water be destroyed."

"He who evokes me in the
19th century, beware..."

"...for I cannot by fire or by
water or by force be destroyed."

"He who in the 20th century
shall dare evoke me, beware..."

"...for neither by fire
nor water nor force..."

"...nor anything by man
created, can I be destroyed."

"He who in the 21st
century evokes me..."

"...must be of God's
hand himself..."

"...because on this Earth..."

"...the person of man existeth no more."

Now, tell me, where did you get this?

I traced it off an old statue
that came from Czechoslovakia.

- Does it have any significance?
- Significance?

That statue is the great Golem...

...believed to have been
destroyed centuries ago.

If it is still in existence...

If, I say.

It is probably the most
powerful force on Earth today.

More powerful than the H-bomb?

A bomb is finished when
it has exploded...

...but the Golem will
go on and on forever.

Serving or destroying.

What do you mean serving?

It will obey whoever places the
magic scroll beneath its tongue.

Where does one get this magic scroll?

If I knew that, I would
not reveal it to you.

Power destroys.

Yes.

I appreciate your help.

I fear it.

May I have it, please?

And the translation?

Yes, you may.

Take it and read it again carefully.

I will.

TRIMINGHAM: I don't know why
that sign maker didn't show up.

Pimm, will you find someone else...

...to put Mr Weal's name up
in place of Grove's, today.

- Yes, sir.
- Before noon, please.

Well, young man, so
you're my assistant.

Well, now that I'm the curator, you
may find things a little different.

I'm pretty much of a stickler.

A bit of a fusspot, as you might
say, but I get things done.

I understand Mr
Grove was a kidder.

I'm not.

I have no sense of humor.

So if you do what's expected of
you, we'll get along swimmingly.

If not...

That's all for now.

Yes, sir.

I am attuned to the spirit world.

My mother has conducted seances
from the time I've been 4 years old.

I too have contacted the spirits...

...and I know there is a spirit in you...

...that can hear me.

Tell me.

Where is the scroll?

You could fulfill the purpose
for which you were created.

I will help you.

Together, we can help the world.

Tell me.

Where is the scroll?

[THUNDER CRASHES]

Working, or admiring the art?

Studying it, sir.

Mr Pimm, I would like
to inaugurate a rule.

No one, and that includes all employees
except the night watchman...

...is to have access to any of the art
rooms without my personal approval.

I hope that is clear.

- But, sir, we've never had...
- I say it is a new regulation.

Now, you either follow
instructions or...

You don't want any problems, do you?

No, sir.

Good night, then.

Good night, sir.

So you're the big bugaboo.

You don't look so villainous to me.

No, no, it was not my imagination.

You did give me a sign.
You pointed down.

"He who will find the secret
of my life at his feet..."

"He who will find the secret
of my life at his feet..."

Feet?

Now, if you were off that pedestal...

...then your feet would
be close to my feet.

Aha.

You mean your feet. Yeah.

[TAPPING]

[CLICKING]

Mm.

I am your master.

Lower your arms.

I am your master.

[LAUGHING]

So you're flaunting my orders.

You're sacked.

Get out immediately.

[LAUGHING]

You are a bitter, frustrated old man.

What makes you think I
wanna work for you?

WEAL: Don't you dare talk to
me like that, young man. I...

The statue's arms...

Mr Weal.

Oh, why did you have to
come back here, anyway?

What are you doing?

Let me get out of here.

- Mr Weal, now...
- Guard! Guard, guard!

Please don't...

Kill him!

[GROANS]

Come here.

Smash this case.

I am your master.

And I say smash that case.

Go back to your pedestal
and raise your arms.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Inspector White. What is it?
- May we come in?

- It's late.
- This isn't a social call.

Oh, yes, of course.
Come in.

- Would you care to sit down?
- No, thanks.

Mr Pimm, when did you
last see Mr Weal?

Mr Weal?

Oh, about 7:00 last evening.

I ran into him as I was
leaving my office.

Has something happened?

Mr Weal has been found dead
in the room of that statue.

The one you call the Golem.

Mr Pimm, what time did you
say you left the museum?

About 7.

I went to see an old film.

A revival of a 1924 German film.

It's about the Golem too.
It's very interesting.

Did you come directly
home after the film?

Yes.

Oh, I bought a package of cigarettes.
I can prove that.

And then I came home,
and I read for a while...

...and then I went to sleep.

I understand your mother lives
here with you, Mr Pimm.

- Yes.
- Can I speak with her?

Well, she's asleep.

It would be simpler if I did.

But you can't wake her up now.
She hasn't been well in...

She was asleep anyway
when I came home.

She has no way of knowing
what time you came home.

Yes.
What are you trying to do?

I'm just checking everyone
who saw Mr Weal last night.

What motive would I have?
I just met him.

You'll be acting curator again
now, won't you, Mr Pimm?

I suppose so.

Thank you for your help.
We won't take up any more of your time.

PIMM: You're welcome.

Oh, your mother will be available
should I want to speak with her?

- Yes.
- Fine.

Well, thank you, Mr Pimm.
We'll see ourselves out.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Well, good night.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Oh, Pimm. Good morning.

Well, you look so preoccupied.

I was thinking about last night.

So you've heard.

Well, Jim and I discovered the body.
It was ghastly.

What happened?

Jim wanted to see Mr
Trimingham last night...

...and he thought he
was at the museum.

And?

He received a report from the lab on
the dust he collected from the Golem.

He wired America that as
far as he was concerned...

...the Golem was authentic...

...and was arranging to have
it shipped off immediately.

- But he can't do that.
- Well, I'm afraid he is.

Ellen, would you have
lunch with me today?

There's something I want to talk about.

- Jim said he'd call me about lunch...
- Please.

It's very, very important to me.

All right, I'll see you for lunch.

It's late.

Oh, don't worry.
I can handle Trimingham.

It's not my doing.

I'd like to have that statue out
of here as much as you would.

But Inspector White said...

...nothing in this room is to be
touched until further notice.

Of course you realize that this
is liable to affect our deal.

With all the adverse publicity
that statue's been getting...

...our Board of Trustees may decide
they want no part of it themselves.

I couldn't blame them.
Did you see today's headlines?

"The curse of the
Golem strikes again."

You might think that it was alive.

PERKINS: Yes, one might.

Thank you.

Pimm, I've never seen
you like this before.

Is that good or is that bad?

What did you want to talk
to me about this morning?

You're so different, so self-confident.

Just because I left a
generous tip for the waiter?

Oh, well, it isn't just that.

Well, I do feel wonderful.
Come on, let's go.

Would you believe me if I told you...

...that I felt that I
could do almost anything?

I think you've been working too hard.

- You don't believe me.
- What you need is a good holiday.

All right.
How about two weeks on the Riviera?

Oh, I'd love it.
Let's stay at the Ritz in Cannes...

...and have caviar for
breakfast, lunch and dinner.

In the evening we'll go to
the casino in Monte Carlo.

Stop it, Ellen. I'm not joking.

But you can't be serious, Pimm.

I tell you, I can do incredible things.

Look, see that bridge over there?

Yes.

Well, I can knock that
bridge over just like that.

Well, it's getting late.

Thank you for lunch, Pimm.
It was wonderful.

[SCREAMS]

Come with me.

When you hear me whistle, you
come out and climb into the van.

[WHISTLES]

Remember, when you hear me
blow the horn three times...

...that's your signal.

After you're finished, you
know where I'll be waiting.

Go.

[HORN HONKING]

- Any trouble?
- Oh! Uh... No.

Pretty late, parked out here.

Well, you see, I was on my way home
and I stopped to think for a moment.

Why did you sound your horn?

I'd like to see your license, sir.

Well, with...

[CRASHING]

[JAZZY MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

MAN [ON RADIO]: We interrupt this program
to bring you a special news flash.

Hammersmith Bridge has just collapsed.

An official report says at least
one bus filled with passengers...

...has fallen into the Thames.

Divers are descending to
search for other vehicles.

None of the victims have
been identified as yet.

We shall bring you any further
news at the next bulletin.

That's unbelievable.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes, hello?

Who?

Oh, Pimm, I didn't recognize your voice.

Well, yes, I heard it a moment ago.

Well, I remember you saying something,
but I didn't take it seriously.

Oh, now, don't blame yourself.
Just go home and sleep it off.

He's raving about the Golem and
having to confess to someone.

Now, Pimm, just go home and sleep.

You'll see it all
differently in the morning.

Well, no, I can't see you now.
It's too late.

We'll talk about it tomorrow if
you still remember what you said.

[MOUTHS] See him.

I... Uh...

Well, I'll see you, Pimm,
if it's so important.

In about 10 minutes?

Alone?

Yes, I'll be alone.

Jim, why did you make me see him?
He's had too much to drink.

Don't worry, Ellen.

I'm going, not you.

There's something I'm
very curious about.

The statue? Well, you don't think Pimm
had anything to do with it, do you?

Oh, it's just a hunch.

But if there is something, I'd
just as soon you weren't around.

What are you looking for?

Something so incredible, I'd
rather not even talk about it.

- Where's Pimm now?
- He's at the museum.

I'll be back.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

There's that American, Mr
Perkins, wanting to see you, sir.

- Perkins?
- He said you were expecting Miss Grove.

- Oh, well, show him up.
- Yes, sir.

Pimm?

What happened to Ellen?

She couldn't make it.

But she felt you wanted to
talk to someone urgently...

...so she asked me to come over.

- Why didn't she call me?
- I really don't know.

Well, that doesn't sound like her.

She felt that you were rather upset.

Something about an
accident and the statue.

Oh. Aha-ha-ha.

Well, you see, I think it is a
little bit too much of that.

- Do you wanna join me?
- Well, I don't mind.

- Hey, l...
- Thank you.

I wanted to tell Ellen about
some news that I received. Here.

Read that.

It just means that I'll be
doing the same thing...

...that I've been doing all along.

But at the end of six months...

...Trimingham will recommend me
to the Board of Trustees as curator.

Imagine, me, curator.
The youngest in London.

This certainly calls for congratulations.
Cheers.

Thank you.

But surely this isn't what upset you.

Oh, well, you know how
women exaggerate.

Oh, granted it was a surprise
finding that on my desk.

And then you see...

...my mother has been very ill,
and strangely enough...

...all of a sudden, hearing
that report on the radio...

...about the bridge
that collapsed, l...

All of that rolled into one, plus this.

Well, it made me a little emotional.

PERKINS: I can understand that.

Well, now perhaps you'll be able
to persuade Inspector White...

...to release the Golem to me.

Oh, you don't mean that
you wanna leave London?

I thought you were having a wonderful time.
Ellen gave me that impression.

Oh, she is a rare girl, that's true,
but that has nothing to do with my job.

Look, Pimm.

Wouldn't you like to
get rid of the Golem?

Be finished with all the notoriety
and problems attending it?

Yes.

I tell you what I am going to do.

I am going to do everything in my power
to help you to get the Golem to America.

Well, I'm delighted, Pimm, and
I'm sure Ellen will be too.

Ellen?

I hope to take her back with me.

Well, you c...

She is English.

Oh, come on, Pimm, that's no problem.
We do speak the same language, you know.

I'm sorry.

It's a surprise.
Oh, I shouldn't drink.

Did you say that you wanted
to see the Golem tonight?

No, I didn't, but I don't mind if I do.

In fact, I'd rather like to.

Follow me.

What do you think?

Well, I don't know what it is, but
something about it's changed.

It seems almost alive.

You just keep staring at it.

The feeling will grow even stronger.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking about the
origin of the Golem.

You know, the purpose of its creator
was to have it serve the community.

To help and protect the people.

It was never intended to be used
destructively except in their defense.

What if it were used selfishly?

Then the creator would
loose his power over it.

It would run amok.

Remember, it has no reason of its own.
Anything could happen.

Are you talking to me personally?

Could be.

Just what is that?
Some sort of warning or something?

What do you think?

[KNOCKING]

Who is it?
What do you want?

MAN: It's me, sir.
PIMM: I'm busy.

MAN: Inspector White is here.

Good evening, Mr Pimm.

- Is anything wrong, inspector?
- Just a few questions I want to ask you.

This is Mr Perkins from
the New York Museum.

We were discussing the statue.
He's waiting for you to release it.

- Nice to meet you, Mr Perkins.
- It's my pleasure, inspector.

Tell me, how long will it be before I
can take possession of the statue?

I'm afraid I can't tell
you at the moment.

I'll see what I can do to persuade the
inspector if you'll call me tomorrow.

All right.

- Good night, gentlemen.
- Good night.

Where were you tonight, Mr Pimm?

What's happened now?

Just answer my question.

I was in my office.

To tell you the truth, I
have been celebrating a bit.

Mr Trimingham has almost
assured me of the curatorship.

And how long have you
been in this room?

About five minutes with Mr Perkins.
Why?

A woman described something she saw
walking away from the bridge tonight.

Her description matches this statue.

And you believe that?

Everything must be checked.

Oh, yes, of course.
All right, then, for the record.

No, I do not believe...

...that this statue walked
out of this museum tonight.

I'm sorry.

Tell me, is there any news of
the cause of the collapse?

Not yet.

Do you have a clue?

Yes.

As a matter of fact, I think we have.

Oh, well, that's very, very good.

I really wish I hadn't had
so much to drink tonight.

That's an interesting artifact.

Parchment?

Yes.

It's very, very old.

I'm sorry, inspector.
You see, there...

I thought that I had
put this someplace...

...and there it was all
the time in my pocket.

Well, it's getting late, Mr Pimm.

- I'll see you out.
- Oh, no need to, thanks.

- Good night, Mr Pimm.
- Good night.

This...

...will be your last day on Earth.

If what Perkins said is true...

...I can't have you run
amok and uncontrolled.

You might even do me in.

I had to order you to kill Weal.

If I didn't...

...I would have been
fired, finished.

As for the jewels...

...that was using you to steal.

And as for the bridge...

...well, that was sheer vanity.

But I never...

I never meant to hurt anyone.

There's something about you.

About power.

It makes one evil.

So...

I have to order you to
swallow that scroll...

...so that it will never
be discovered again.

Follow me.

Good morning. This is Pimm.

Is everything all right?

No problems?

Thank you.

So you have come back.

What part of me could
have wanted you back?

- Mr Pimm.
- Yes?

The side entrance has been forced open.

Report it to the Yard.
I'll see if anything is missing.

Yes, sir.

Come here.

This will finish you.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Inspector White?

What?

Joe Hill dead?

But...

What was he doing in the Golem room?

Black?

But the Golem's...
But how did he get burned?

Well, I can come down right away.

No, I'll call Mr Trimingham, all right.

Good night. Good night.

Oh, God.

TRIMINGHAM: If we don't get rid of
that, we'll have to close the museum.

It's up to you.

You know the inspector will not
release the statue to Mr Perkins.

- Now, what else can I do?
- As curator, it's your job.

[GROANS]

Pimm.

I want a word with you.

How did you get in here?

I used the inspector's name.

- He'll be here shortly.
- How do you know?

Because he spent a lot of time with me
last night asking questions about you.

And I'm sure he spoke to Ellen too.

So?

Look, I won't waste any time.

I saw you last night leaving the
museum with that following you.

I followed the van and I saw
you set fire to the barn.

I always suspected you
discovered its secret...

...but I had no idea you
were trying to destroy it.

Why?

Why?

Because power is a curse.

Because you think you're in control
and it becomes unmanageable.

It's leading you and
you become its victim.

Don't you realize that you can't
burn the Golem out of existence?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

I realize that now, but I
couldn't have, not at the time.

Not when I traced that inscription,
I couldn't have fully believed it.

It said neither fire nor water
nor force could destroy it.

Well, it's too late now.

Then you must destroy
its secret, the scroll.

- I can't.
- But you must.

That's what it gave it
life in the first place.

I ordered the Golem to
swallow the scroll.

Oh, there's no stopping it now.

Does it still obey you?

To a degree.

But I betrayed it.

Does anybody else know about this?

No.

Although I'm pretty sure the
inspector has his suspicions.

He feels that you're involved
in this in some way.

Apparently there's a policeman who
swears that you were sitting in a van...

...near the bridge the
night it collapsed.

Why don't you try and explain
all this to the inspector?

So...

That is why you came here.

You want me to talk.

What?

You want the Golem.

Me?

Look, I am trying to help you.

Well, let me tell you this.

You can say anything you want.

I'll deny everything you say
and you cannot prove a thing.

I shouldn't try and escape, Mr Pimm.

We have a policeman on every door.

[MOUTHING]
Golem.

Golem.

[RUMBLING]

In here.

In here.

Quick, out.

[PHONE RINGING]

Inspector White's office.

Just a minute.

White speaking.

There's been a breakout
at the prison hospital.

A what?

A statue?

That's right, a statue.

A statue that Pimm brought to
life by the use of a scroll.

A scroll?

About this size?

I don't know.
I never saw it.

- Why do you ask?
- Never mind.

You realize it was your duty to have
informed us sooner about all this.

Would you have believed me?

Anyway, Pimm is the only one alive
who can even partially control it.

I was trying to enlist his cooperation
and would have succeeded...

...if you hadn't put him
under observation.

Now he's escaped and he's got Ellen.

- What makes you so certain about that?
- Her place was a mess, wasn't it?

Your own man said a struggle
had taken place there.

Oh, Pimm's got Ellen, all right.
I know that.

Well, we have an alarm out for him.

Apparently last night he broke
into an undertaker's...

...and stole his mother's
dead body, and a hearse too.

[BELL RINGING]

The cloisters won't be
open for at least a month.

- Cloisters?
- Didn't your father tell you?

It's to be a branch of the
museum housing medieval art.

The caretaker's a Miss Swanson,
retired art teacher.

She's very nice. You'll like her.
Oh, Miss Swanson.

Oh, it's you, Mr Pimm.
Welcome.

Open up. I've a new piece
of sculpture for the hall.

Come out now.
Bring Mother and the casket.

I'm going to untie your hands,
but you mustn't try anything.

Miss Swanson, come here.

I would like you to meet Miss Grove.

This is my mother, and this
is the new statue, the Golem.

Miss Swanson.

Miss Swanson, you must not do that.

You can't get away with this, Mr Pimm.

You must do as you are told.

Follow me.

- Miss Swanson, please...
- It's all right, my dear, I'll help you.

Miss Swanson, mind what you're saying.

Come on.

Now...

Don't worry.
Everything will be all right.

One match and the whole
countryside will come running.

- You're making a fire?
- That's our only hope of getting out.

That Golem is playing sentinel outside,
the phones have been ripped out.

A fire's our only chance.

I wish there were some other way.

One more tea with his mother and
her friend will drive me mad.

Now, I'll leave the door unlocked.

[FIRE CRACKLING]

They're on their way here.
You can't stop them.

You fool. I warned you.

[SWANSON SCREAMING]

Get to the gate.
Kill anyone who tries to come in.

Where do you think you're going?

Please let me go.

Wait. Why?

No, you're perfectly safe here.
That fire cannot penetrate the roof.

Oh, that...

That stupid woman.

Please let me go.

No, no, no, it's for your own safety.
I must lock you in. Yeah.

No more effect than a rifle.

- Let's try the big one.
- Okay.

- I tell you, you're wasting your time.
- Right, clear the gun.

On target.

Fire.

We'll know in a few moments.

You seem to be looking forward
to their approval of using it.

- What?
- I want to live.

Oh, don't worry.
We will.

Perhaps the Golem may
be indestructible...

...but it doesn't mean you
and I can't get killed.

Don't you realize that?
Or are you m...?

Well, go on.

Say it.

Mad.

Well, if I am, who is to judge?

MAN [ON RADIO]: And so despite the
resistance of many members...

...the motion to permit the army
to use a small nuclear warhead...

...has just been carried
by the slimmest margin.

Army headquarters revealed that
this device will be ready tomorrow.

[GROANS]

I can't do anything, Perkins.
It's up to the army.

They were challenged and their guns failed.
Their prestige is on the line.

Nothing will stop them now.
They've got the green light.

How can they endanger so many lives?

They're only using a small warhead with
the destructive power of a mile radius.

Everyone within five miles of
the area has been evacuated.

Only a small warhead.

Mr Pimm.

A nuclear warhead has been
set to explode in one hour.

You, Miss Grove and Miss Swanson
can leave before it's too late.

The effective range is one mile.

If you plan to leave, hurry...

...so you can clear
the danger zone.

Hurry.

If I did go out there, they'd
just put me in prison.

So you're not sure
you're not vulnerable.

You may only be human after all.

Sometimes I just do not understand you.

I have brought a Golem to life.

Now, who else on this Earth can
bring life to a lump of stone?

No one.

I shall go down in history.
I shall live forever.

Well, what about Mother?

- What do you mean, "What about Mother?"
- You love her.

You can't allow her to stay here.

No, no, no, stop it.

Let me take her to safety.

You want to separate us, don't you?

No, Pimm. It's not that.

It is that. It is just that.
I can see it right in your face.

- You want to separate us.
- No.

She told me that all along,
I wouldn't believe her.

You want to separate us?
Well, you're going to.

Thanks.

Get rid of her.
I never want to see her again.

Eleven forty-five.

You'll hear the beeps of the
countdown from this speaker.

When does the countdown start?

At 10 seconds to noon.

Not a sign of life.

Too bad we can't see more
of the castle from here.

Wait a minute. Look.

It's Ellen.

Wait, you can't make it.

Two minutes and five seconds to go.

She's over a mile from here.

- Any way of holding up the explosion?
- No, it's on automatic.

About half a mile to go before
he's out of the danger area.

Nine, eight, seven, six...

...five, four, three, two, one, zero.

[EXPLOSION]

Wiped out clean.

Everything.

I'm not so sure.
Take another look.

Take a look.

You were right.

What is it?

The Golem's still alive.

It's moving away towards the sea.

Can you imagine the power
that Pimm had in his grasp?