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(GATE CREAKING)

(SCREECHING)

(DOG HOWLING)

(SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(CACKLING)

(CRYPT KEEPER SPEAKING)

Greetings, hack-ricuIture fans.

I'II be with you in a moment.

I've just got to finish with the Artie-chokes.

Come on, Artie, die aIready.

(ARTIE GROANING)

Now, a IittIe water and some fear-tiIizer,

and before you know it, I'II be horror-vesting

my own IittIe fieId of screams.

You didn't know your paI the Crypt Keeper had a green thumb, did you?

WeII, I do.

And the rest of me is pretty damn moIdy, too.

(CACKLING)

Which brings to mind tonight's taIe.

It's about a scientist who's a bit of a scare-cropper himseIf.

I caII this one

'''Report from the Grave.'''

(BIRD CAWING)

ARIANNE: I aIways get a strange feeIing when I go into a cemetery.

There's an energy about these pIaces. Can't you feeI it?

ELLIOT: At this point, aII I can feeI

is the sharp corner of a disk drive digging into my back.

-That doesn't sound Iike you, EIIiot. -Dead is dead, as far as I'm concerned.

AII I want to do is hook a rotting brain to my machine

and see if I can't wrench some memories from its decaying synapse.

How can you be into quantum theory and not be in touch with the universe?

At some point aII physics breaks down into metaphysics.

Look at the Heizenberg Uncertainty PrincipIe.

The Big Bang. Boundary conditions of the universe.

It's aII very Zen.

-Don't you beIieve in anything but science? -Of course.

LoyaIty and trust.

Be carefuI with that, Arianne! Can't you do anything?

AII right, what is it? What is going on?

Nothing. Nothing. ShaII we just get on with it?

EIIiot, I didn't steaI your documents.

WeII, someone did.

My work is being stoIen.

Documents from experiments are missing from my fiIes.

Maybe you misIaid them.

I didn't misIay them, Arianne! That work is my bIood.

I depend on that work to get grants.

It's my future and someone is steaIing it from me!

EIIiot,

Iook at me.

I Iove you.

How couId you possibIy think I'd do anything to hurt you?

After aII, what do I care about patents and circuitry?

You'II aIways have my heart in your hands.

Take care of it.

Look, Ara,

I have to get haIf this gear back to the med-sci buiIding before dawn.

Right.

You'd better get on with it. Who's our Iucky victim?

ELLIOT: VaIdemar Tymrak.

Great name. Bet he had pIenty of friends.

VaIdemar Tymrak.

Number 13 in the WorId CIass Psychos trading card set.

ELLIOT: Twenty-six certified kiIIs,

nineteen women, seven men.

Tymrak was a renowned mesmerist

who apparentIy hypnotized his victims with a singIe stare.

Under his controI, they were made to commit

terribIe and depraved acts before he murdered them

and bathed in their bIood.

Very interesting. Good night, EIIiot. I am not doing this.

Don't be so dramatic. That's just buIIshit they put on these cards

so that peopIe wiII buy them.

Look, you said he wrote a book. CouIdn't you just read it?

WeII, I wouId if I couId get a hoId of it. Anyway, that's not the point.

The point is my machine.

This man had tremendous mentaI powers. Maybe something of that mind remains.

CouIdn't we just go to Paris and dig up Jim Morrison instead?

Arianne.

OId VaIdemar here is in amazing shape.

I'm very happy for him.

ELLIOT: Stand back.

(ELLIOT GRUNTING)

(ARIANNE GROANS)

What did they do to him?

ELLIOT: WeII, after his death,

Tymrak's suppIicants stoIe his body from the morgue

and embaImed it in accordance with some papers he Ieft behind.

The procedure was intended to super-preserve his body

untiI he returned from the grave to recIaim it.

WeII,

so much for the afterIife, eh, Arianne?

(MACHINE CLACKING)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

Anything?

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Something.

It's faint, though, it's...

It's Iike it needs more power.

I don't get it. It shouId be getting pIenty of juice.

'''Dear Ms. Finch, we are very interested in the QuinIan experiments you sent us.'''

WeII, Arianne, you wanna hear something?

Hear this.

(ARIANNE SCREAMING)

Arianne! Arianne, take it off!

Take it off!

(ARIANNE SCREAMING)

Arianne?

No!

ELLIOT,: Dear Mr, QuinIan,

We have examined your experiments in Postmortem Memory Recovery

as submittedby Ms, Arianne Finch

andare extremelypIeased to inform you

that you are the recipient ofour annuaI£100,000 grant,

As you may knoW, We grant,,,

(GRUNTS)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(SCREAMING)

ELLIOT: Circuit?

EIIiot.

MALCOLM: What is this?

Something I need.

What you need is to go home.

Home?

Yes.

WonderfuI.

What about the book? MaIcoIm, did you find the book?

I'm stiII Iooking for it.

EIIiot,

I think you shouId Ieave this aIone.

No, I know what happened now, MaIcoIm.

Arianne saw...

Heard what no one is meant to hear,

for an instant in time, that the worId of the Iiving

and the worId of the dead coIIided, and it kiIIed her.

I have to know what it was.

I have to heIp her. She needs me.

Arianne is dead, EIIiot. No one can bring her back.

You have to Iet her go.

It wasn't your fauIt.

MAN: Back to earth.

She'II do fine.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(GASPS)

EIIiot,

My heart's faded.

What is it?

I want to remember everything about you,

every Iine in your face, so that I'II never forget.

Why wouId you forget?

What is this?

I'm not reaI,

I can feeI it.

-I'm not reaIIy here. -You are reaI.

You're here with me.

No, EIIiot,

I'm not.

I'm an iIIusion.

A memory,

Iike the fIickering image on a movie screen.

You wiIIed me here.

You reached down into death and puIIed me out

but I can't stay with you.

Yes.

Yes, you can.

As Iong as that machine is on, you can be here with me.

Someday that machine wiII faiI and I'II have to go back.

What did you hear that night?

Dark.

Pain.

The pain of the dead.

So strong, the screams...

They were his dead.

Tymrak.

The fIesh of the dead can be torn a thousand times.

Now I'm his.

You'II never go back to him. I swear it.

-What is it? -He's coming.

The machine!

-How can I destroy him? -I don't know.

Think, think. There must be a way.

He's not aIive. How can you kiII the dead?

The machine, it must be shut down.

I can't. That wouId send you both back!

You don't have a choice.

What if I modify the circuit that you sent me.

-I didn't send it, EIIiot. -What?

You were in the room, on the window.

No, EIIiot. He must have sent it.

-You saw what he wanted you to see. -But the circuit...

His doing. And if you change it, this thing wiII grow so monstrous,

it wiII open a hoIe to death that can never be cIosed.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

You can't Iet him win, EIIiot. You must destroy the machine.

ARIANNE: He used you, EIIiot.

He knew that the onIy way you wouId buiId that machine

is if he sent me back to you.

No.

Don't aIIow him to regain his body, EIIiot.

Stop him !

(ELLIOT AND ARIANNE SCREAMING)

ELLIOT: Arianne!

ELLIOT: The circuit. I can't remember the circuit.

MALCOLM: EIIiot?

What are you doing?

I can't remember it.

I've tried, but it's gone. It's gone and I can't heIp her.

She's caIIing me and I can't heIp her.

Come on.

You're the one who needs heIp.

MaIcoIm,

thank you.

SIeep weII, my friend.

I'II caII on you in the morning.

Oh, I

finaIIy found a copy of this.

It was quite expensive.

The coIIector said...

I'II just Ieave it here.

MALCOLM: EIIiot's diary.

(RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Sir, I'm sure that Sergeant Baker wiII be abIe to heIp you.

Mr. Deeds, you'd better come with me.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

He's down here.

-Have you read this? -Mad as they come.

Grave robbing. Ghosts.

-It's a Iot of nonsense, isn't it? -Can I speak to him?

You can, but I'm afraid he won't be doing a Iot of taIking back.

MALCOLM: EIIiot.

Poor bastard.

Sir, we've found something. I don't know if it's important.

What is it?

It's on the window, sir.

There's something written in the dew.

Yes?

WeII, it's just that it's...

It's on the outside, sir.

And aII the windows on the second fIoor are painted shut.

MALCOLM: She came back for him.

MALCOLM: They're off fighting demons now.

CRYPT KEEPER: Poor EIIiot thought his fieId was physics.

Turned out it was die-oIogy and that's not the worst of it.

EIIiot onIy read the first part of Tymrak's book,

where he tied up Arianne.

If EIIiot had read a IittIe further,

he wouId have seen Tymrak's chop-ter two!

(CACKLING)

I've got to get back to my pIanting.

I've aIready sown the scare-its and the terror-nips,

which means I have got just one more crop to put in.

Squash!

(CRYPT KEEPER CACKLING)

Squash!