All language subtitles for The.Haunted.Palace.1963.

SUBTITLES BY Viorel

Ezra, come and sit down.

Nothing's going to happen
on a night like this.

Oh, drink up, man.
No. That's what he wants.

Can you not see that?

But the storm--
damn the storm.

Come on, Micah.
Come on and have a drink with us.

Micah!

Look!

Fetch our hats.
Tell the others to wait. Quick, man!

Come on.

Do you believe me now, Micah Smith?
Now that you've seen with your own eyes,

do you believe me when I tell you
that's the home of Satan himself?

Aye, aye.
Then come.

Somebody get hay!
Make sure it's dry!

And bring some oil!
Come on, let's go!

Yeah!

Kill the warlock!

Open this door!
Open this door!

Curwen!
Curwen!

Well?

Where is she?
Who?

You know who. The Fitch girl.
Do you deny she's here?

Certainly not. She visits us frequently.
Don't you, miss Fitch?

Don't you? Yes.

Of your own free will?
Yes.

There now, Mr. Weeden--
just a moment.

What's your name, girl?
Really, this is outrageous!

Quiet!
Your name, child.

You see?
He's taken her mind, her soul.

The good lord knows what else--
just like the others.

Well, what do we do about it?
Let him go on with his black magic

or send him back to the
hell he came from?

Send him back!
Then let's be about it.

No, not the woman. Leave her be.
She's been hexed.

It'll be right with us again when
he's gone, Hester. You'll see!

Hester!

- Send him back to Hades!
- Burn him!

- Back where he comes from!
- Burn him! Burn him!

Have you anything to say, warlock?
Only this...

as surely as the village of
Arkham has risen up against me,

so shall I rise
from the dead...

against the village
of Arkham.

Each one of you!

Ezra Weeden,
Micah Smith,

Benjamin West, Priam Willet,

Gideon Leach,

all of you and your children
and your children's children

shall have just cause to regret
the actions of this night.

For from this night onward,

you shall bear my curse.

Burn the devil.
Burn him!

Hester!

"And travelers,
now, within that valley,

"through the red-litten
windows see

"vast forms,
that move fantastically

to a discordant melody."

Whoa, horse.

There you are, ma'am.
Careful!

Oh, thank you, Mr. Carmody.
It was a most enjoyable trip.

Aye.
Thank you.

It isn't often I get
passengers for Arkham.

Begging you pardon, sir, did you say you
were going to be staying here long?

Why do you ask? Well, Arkham is an
evil place. The village is cursed.

Mr. Carmody, don't tell
us you're superstitious.

Not at all.
And I'm not a coward, either,

but you couldn't pay me to
spend a night in this place.

Why not, Mr. Carmody?
Ghosts? Spirits?

Well...perhaps.

I'm sorry, sir, but we don't happen
to believe in the supernatural.

And I don't think you do, either.
Good-bye.

Good-bye, sir.
Good-bye.

And good luck.

Well, it looks cursed.
I'll give it that.

Where are the people?
I can't imagine.

Look. The "burning man."
Isn't that quaint?

Yes, very quaint.
Well, it is.

Now, where else would you find a
tavern with a name like that?

We were trying to find a
certain house here in town,

and we thought perhaps
you could help us.

Whose house is it?
Ours.

I know that sounds silly.
It belonged to the Curwen family.

We inherited it.

Curwen, you say?
Yes, that's right.

I don't know of
any such house.

Well, all right.
Thank you anyway.

Just a minute.

Why do you want to know
about the Curwen place?

Because it
belongs to us.

Your name is Curwen?
No, our name is Ward.

Then...?

Joseph Curwen was my
great-great-grandfather.

So, can you tell us where the house is?
I can, but I won't.

That's what I like about
you New Englanders--

You're so friendly.
Come, Ann, we'll find it oursel--

Mr. Ward!
Don't go there.

It isn't a house. It's a
madman's palace as old as sin.

Palace?
In America?

Brought over stone by stone.
Brought over from where?

Europe somewhere. No one knows.
No one wants to know.

But if you value your lives,
don't go there.

Why not?

What Edgar-- Mr. Weeden
means is that place is a ruin.

It hasn't been occupied
in over 100 years.

Is that what you mean,
Mr. Weeden?

What a strange man.
Yes.

He has had a bit, but
what he says is right.

Mr. Ward,
Mrs. Ward, please...

do yourself a kindness.
Go back to wherever you came from

and forget you ever
heard about Arkham.

And what do you recommend
I do with the deed?

Just tear it up?
Yes.

Just tear up the deed to a palace I've
inherited and forget all about it,

without so much as laying
eyes on the property.

- Is that your advice?
- It's more than advice, Mr. Ward.

Oh, come on, Ann.

Mr. Ward...

take the road out of town
about a quarter of a mile.

At the post road, turn
left past the cemetery.

You shouldn't have too much difficulty
finding it. Here, I'll show you.

There's the Curwen palace
over there on the cliff.

Well, we certainly want to thank
you for being so nice, Mr...

Willet. I'm a doctor. My office is
down the street, in case you need me.

I don't think we'll be
staying very long, doctor.

Oh, you've decided
that already?

It seems to have been
decided for us.

Thank you, anyway. Come, Ann.
Thank you.

What do you think?

It's him, right enough--
the devil himself.

Nonsense.
And you helped him.

As I'd help
any stranger.

He's no stranger, Dr.
Willet, and you know it.

I don't know anything of the
kind, and neither do you.

Are you blind? Or do you tell me
you've never seen that face before?

Well, I'll admit there's
a strong resemblance,

but that's a matter
of heredity, not magic.

Call it what you will.
One thing is certain...

Joseph Curwen has
come back to Arkham.

Why did you say that?
What?

That we wouldn't
be staying long.

Well, do you want to stay in a
town full of fools like that?

I don't think Dr. Willet was a fool.
All right, so Dr. Willet wasn't a fool,

Charles...

the poor thing.
Yes.

Well, let's get
this over with.

Charles, it's you!

It's absolutely fantastic!

Dear, is something wrong?
Hmm? Oh, no.

No. Let's see what the rest
of this mausoleum looks like.

Kitchen's over there.

Wait.
Hmm?

That doesn't lead anywhere. This way.
How would you know that?

Oh, just a guess.
I'll let some light in here.

Good evening.

Who are you?
My name is Simon.

What are you doing here?
I'm the caretaker.

I was preparing your room.
In the dark?

One becomes accustomed
to the darkness here.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ward, if I startled you,
but I didn't know you'd be here so soon.

Well, just a minute.
How is it you expected us at all?

Why, your attorney,
Mr. Hutchinson, contacted me.

Since then, I've been preparing
the palace for your arrival.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'll go fetch your bags.

No! No, that won't be necessary.
We're not staying.

But where would
you spend the night?

After all, Mr. Ward, this is your home.
Get the bags.

Very well. Dinner will be served
at 8:00, if that's convenient.

Thank you.

Charles, you don't really
want to spend the night here?

No, no,
of course not, but...

but the old fellow
was right.

We have to spend
the night someplace.

Don't we?

Quiet! Quiet I say!

Is it food you want?

What's wrong with him tonight?
Not him, woman, it! It!

How many times must I tell you?
It knows. That's what's wrong.

It knows who's come
back to Arkham.

Charles,
I'm all packed.

Charles, you ready?

I have decided to stay.
What?

Just long enough
to fix the place up.

With a little work, it
could bring a good price.

Don't you think?
I should imagine. I don't know.

I estimate two weeks, perhaps three,
to get things started, anyway.

Do you mind, Ann?
No, not exactly.

I can't say it pleases me.
Well, then you go home.

Charles?

I'm sorry, Ann.

It's just that I...
well, I...

I can't leave now
until I...

Find out...
some things.

Nightmarish, yes, but not a nightmare.

- They're quite real, I'm sorry to say.
- But what are they, doctor?

Human beings. Very
unfortunate human beings.

They were born mutated.
You see, Mrs. Ward,

it requires an extraordinary
combination of elements

to form a normal person. In their
case, the combination was wrong.

They were gathered by Weeden, of course,
for the purpose of frightening you away.

But why, doctor?

Why should we be treated as
though we have the plague?

Because you do.
To these people, at any rate.

Understand, Mr. Ward,
Arkham is a strange community.

You see, it's haunted. Not by
ghosts, but haunted nonetheless.

By fear, by guilt, and by the
memory of a particular night.

Particular night?

But what has this
to do with us?

Well, you see,
150 years ago,

a man named Joseph Curwen moved to
this village and built this palace.

His first wife died
in childbirth,

so he selected the most beautiful woman in
the village and took her for his mistress.

Unfortunately, she was engaged to
marry an Arkhamite named Ezra Weeden.

Uh, no, thank you.

You spoke with his descendent yesterday.
Oh, the man at the inn.

Yes.

Well, according to legend,

a number of strange things occurred
when Curwen moved into the village.

Terrible noises
were heard in the night.

Thank you.

Young girls were said to have disappeared
from their homes...to be gone until dawn,

and then reappear with no
memory of their whereabouts.

Weeden wasted no time in placing the
blame directly on this doorstep.

He and his coterie of friends
claimed that Curwen was a warlock.

Warlock?
Yes. One who conjures up the dead.

They demanded punishment.

And one night, the people of the
village marched on the palace,

dragged your ancestor
into the yard, and burned him.

Burned him?

The "burning man."

Well, that explains
the guilt.

What about the fear?
Curwen put a curse on the village.

He vowed
that he'd return.

You can see the resemblance yourself.
Dr. Willet, I'm sure that

every warlock or witch who
died in America left a curse.

Why should Curwen's
be taken so seriously?

Why should it be remembered
after all these years?

I can't say.

He was a strange man.

- There were terrible rumors about him.
- Such as?

It was thought, Mr. Ward,
that he had gained possession

of a book called
the Necronomicon.

Have you heard of it?
No.

Well, it obviously never existed, except
in the minds of the superstitious.

But they claimed it held enough
secrets to give a man absolute power.

Of course, every mythology
has such a book,

but the Necronomicon
supposedly contained formulas

through which one could communicate
with or even summon the elder gods...

the dark ones from beyond
who had once ruled the world

and now are merely waiting for an
opportunity to regain that control.

Cthulhu, yog-sothoth.

Dreadful rubbish, I know.

Still, the people
of Arkham believed it.

They claimed that Joseph Curwen
and two other warlocks

were trying to open the
gates to these dark gods.

Open the gates?
How?

They claimed that
Joseph Curwen was trying

to mate those beings with
humans to create a new race

through which the gods
could regain their control.

That's how they explained
the mutated births--

unsuccessful experiments passed
on from generation to generation,

carried in the blood.

What's your explanation, doctor?
I don't have one.

I advise you, Mr. Ward,
to leave this village.

I advise you to flee it as you
would from a madman with a knife

who feels compelled
to destroy you

before you can
destroy him.

It's a cold night, sir.
You'll need your coat.

Thank you.
You seem troubled, sir.

Is something wrong?
You didn't hear them?

Beg your pardon?
The voices... people.

Well, no, sir.
Must have been the wind.

Perhaps you should
ask Mr. Curwen.

Curwen?

Yes.
Maybe he could tell you.

Welcome, Joseph.
Simon?

How long?

110 years.

110 years?

And whose body is this
I'm now occupying?

His name is
Charles Dexter Ward.

My great-great-grandson.
Perfect.

All the others were useless.
You would not accept them.

No matter.
Where's Jabez?

Here, Joseph.

Jabez, my old friend.

Well, we three...
together again.

But briefly, I fear.

I shan't be able
to hold him much longer.

He...he fights me.

When will you have full control?
Soon, Simon, soon.

Keep him here
for a while longer,

and he will be all mine.

He has my blood.
I can feel it.

Ah...the book.

The book!
Good.

Good.

Now leave me, my friends.
He fights me.

He fights
to leave me.

What is it, Charles?
What's the matter?

Dear, what are
you doing down here?

I don't know, Ann.

I must have walked
in my sleep.

Please, dear, let's leave
here now, tonight.

I want to, Ann,
but...I can't.

Why not?

Charles, why not?

Over a whole week he's been
there, and what's he been doing?

That's what I want to know.
What's he been doing?

Getting ready, that's what.
And meanwhile, we sit here like sheep.

Willet, I thought
you said he'd be gone.

I thought he would be, but you
made him feel so welcome,

he's probably decided
to stay for good.

Go on, Sneer.
You can afford to.

You have no halfwitted thing locked in your
attic and no woman to worry about, either.

Weeden, I've got this
whole town to worry about.

The man you fear is dead!

Can't you fools get tha through your heads?
He died over 100 years ago.

He can't harm you
or your women.

Well, don't you
forget, doctor,

that the man who died
over 100 years ago...

He did this!

And now...he's back
with us again.

He'll...he'll be
doing more.

Unless we stop him.

Charles?

Charles, where have you been?
Out walking.

At this time of night?
Yes, at this time of night!

Must I report my movements
to you like a schoolboy?

No, of course not--
Then mind your own business.

Charles, what's happened to you?
Nothing whatsoever.

No, you've changed.
I've never seen you like this.

Charles, if you won't go back to Boston,
at least let me call Dr. Willet.

No.
I shall be calling on Dr. Willet

personally
within the week.

Well, now,
are you satisfied?

Yes--
Well, then go back to bed!

What will you be doing?

That is not your concern.
Good night.

Good night, Charles.

Ann.

Charles Dexter Ward.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone!

I will never leave you alone.

Your blood is my blood,
your mind is my mind,

your body, my body.

It will do you no good to resist me.
Your efforts grow weaker every day.

No. No!

You cannot keep me out, Ward.
My will is too strong.

Too strong for you, Ward.
Too strong for you.

Why are you spying on me?
I heard voices.

Tomorrow you must leave.
Now, is that understood?

Yes, Charles.
Now go to your bed.

You lost him?
For a time.

He has a strong will,
stronger than we thought.

But you did well.
He has the Curwen strain.

Hester.

Charles?

Charles, where are you?

Charles?

Charles?

Charles?

Charles, is that you?

Mrs. Ward, I heard sounds.

Thought we had prowlers.

Vivat. Vivat. Vivat!

It was his wife.
Where is she now?

In her room.
Did you lock it?

Yes.
Stupid woman.

She doesn't know
what it is to love.

Charles!

Joseph, it has
been too long.

No. No, we will
continue trying.

Yes, Joseph, as you say.

We'll continue trying.
Simon.

Simon, help me upstairs quickly.
Oh, yes.

Quickly, quickly, quickly.

Charles!
Charles, I've been so afraid.

Oh, Ann...Ann...

What is it? What's happened? Tell me.
I don't know.

It's this house.

I think I must be
going out of my mind.

Ann, where have I been tonight?
Don't you remember?

No. I'm so confused.

Ann, we've got to get out of
here before it's too late.

Yes, dear.
Tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning.
Yes, we will.

Mr. Ward?
Yes?

Leaving so soon?

That's right. Any objections?
Why, certainly not, sir, but I...

well...

Well, you see
I can make no plans

until I know what you want
to do with the palace.

We're selling it.
Oh, I see.

Well, sir, could you issue a
check for the week's expenses?

All right. How much?
I'll get the receipts.

No, that won't be necessary.
How much? We're in a hurry.

It'll only take
a moment, sir.

You go out to the coach.
I'll...I'll join you in a minute.

Mrs. Ward.
Oh, doctor.

You almost missed us.
We were just leaving.

Very wise decision, particularly
under the circumstances.

What do you mean?
Did something happen?

I'm afraid so.

In fact, I was on my way to warn
you, but it doesn't matter now.

Doctor, please,
I'd like to know.

There was a rather ugly
occurrence last night.

In Arkham?
In the cemetery.

A grave was dug up
and a body stolen.

Nobody knows who did it, but the
people, as you might well imagine,

are blaming it on your husband.
Why?

The grave that was opened was
that of Hester Tillinghast,

Joseph Curwen's mistress.

And...they
think Charles...

Oh, what's wrong
with those people?

They're stupid to the
marrow of their bones.

You know who robbed that
grave, don't you, doctor?

No.
They did.

They?
Weeden and his dirty little friends.

Why would they do that? Why?
Well, isn't it obvious?

To frighten me. To drive
me away from my home.

It's a possibility...

but you don't think I
did it, do you, doctor?

No, but it's a good thing
you're leaving, all the same.

But I'm not leaving.

Charles, you promised.
You can go back to that village, doctor.

You can go back
and tell those people

that Charles Dexter Ward
has decided to stay.

Charles.

How long has he
been like this?

It...it started
the first night...

just for a little while, and
then he was himself again.

But it kept happening.
What kept happening?

This...this change.

I'm so afraid. I've never
seen him like this.

Mrs. Ward, I want you to tell
me exactly what has happened

since your arrival in Arkham.
I have him now.

Are you sure?
Charles Dexter Ward is dead.

Then we can begin our work.
Not quite yet.

There are a few little
things I must do first.

Oh, Joseph, can't you
forget what happened?

Forget?

Forget that my flesh was burned from
my bones while I was yet alive? No.

No, this village will pay for
its crime, just as I vowed.

But the work.
The work?

There can be no work
without my knowledge.

We've waited 110 years.
We can wait a bit longer.

I'm not an alienist,
Mrs. Ward,

but there can be little doubt
as to what's happening.

Your husband is reacting
to the legend of his ancestor.

The attitude of the village,
the remarkable resemblance

between him and the figure
in the portrait,

the atmosphere of the castle
are all working together

to cause this aberration.

Then I--I've got to
find a way to help him.

You're not going
back in there?

Yes. What else can
I do? Leave him?

I would advise it.

But, then, of course, you can't.
No.

Promise me one thing,
Mrs. Ward--

that you'll contact me if
things get out of hand.

Yes, I will, doctor.
Thank you.

Why have you returned?
Because you need me.

Perhaps you're right. Come
here where I can see you.

Do you love me?
Yes.

Then kiss me.

Why do you hesitate?
Surely a husband has certain rights.

I demand
that you kiss me!

Oh, what delights
we'll share,

we two! What tender,
intimate delights!

Maybe it was a leprechaun.
It's nothing to laugh at, Bruno.

I say, who but the devil
would do such a thing?

Well,
he couldn't have lifted it alone.

Sure not, but remember the
two that worked with him.

They was never caught.

Aye, or maybe it was Dr.
Willet gave 'em a hand.

Naw. Willet's a fool,
all right, but he's one of us.

Remember--it was his great-great
grandfather who helped with the burning.

And yours that held the torch.
And it was yours that did the burning,

and don't be
forgetting that!

Forget it?
I'm proud of it!

In fact, I've been thinking
along the same lines myself.

I'll be no part of murderin'!
Who said murdering?

- Me? Did I say murdering?
- Well, what are you talking about?

Self-protection.
That's what I'm talking about!

A man threatens your life and
you have the means to stop him,

what do you do?
He's done no threatening.

Not yet,
but he will!

First this unholy business
at the cemetery.

Next, our women will start wandering
out late at night, eyes all glassy,

bellies filled with God knows what.
Then you'll see!

I say this to you,
all of you.

If we do nothing but sit around and talk
about it, then we deserve whatever we get!

Now, good night to you!

Get away!

Get away, you damned thing!
Get away!

The lord giveth,
and the lord taketh away.

Blessed be the name of the lord.
In this veil of tears...

we suffer much
and sin mightily.

Yet we take solace in the promise
of thy eternal forgiveness.

Amen. Amen. Amen.

Oh! Ah!

Joseph, have you not gorged
yourself enough on revenge?

You do not know the extent
of my appetite, Simon.

I will not have my fill of revenge
until this village is a graveyard...

until they have felt,
as I did,

the kiss of fire
on their soft, bare flesh.

All of them.

Have patience, my friends.

Surely after
all these years,

I'm entitled to
a few...small amusements.

What do you want?
What do I want?

Merely to exercise my
husbandly prerogative.

Is there anything so
strange about that?

Charles, please--
Please?

Please what,
my dear?

Oh, I know.

You're upset because
I've neglected you.

That's it, isn't it?
Well, I've been very busy,

but I'm back now.
Charles!

No!
We have the whole night before us!

Stop it! No!
No!

Stop! No!

No!

You fool!

You stupid, weak
little fool!

Hester. Hester!

It is useless.

No...I will
try again!

Oh, doctor! Thank God you've come!
Why? What's happened?

I don't know.

I don't know. Something terrible!
Well, where is he?

I--

Look, Mrs. Ward,
you must calm yourself.

Then you must tell me
everything, sparing no detail.

Your life and your husband's
may depend upon it.

Yes, doctor.

Well, we were up in the
bedroom a short time ago.

And then, all of a sudden, he...

Doctor, you've got to help
me get him out of here!

This place is
killing him!

Joseph Curwen--
He's killing him!

Look at him.

That filthy, horrible
old man! I hate him!

I hate him! I hate him!
I hate him! I hate him!

Mrs. Ward!
I'm sorry, doctor.

- It was a stupid thing to do.
- Yes, it was.

How are you, doctor?

Excellent, thank you.
Glad to hear it.

Well, this is a pleasant surprise.
What brings you here?

Nothing in particular.
Oh, just looking in, eh?

That's right. Do you mind?
Mind? No. On the contrary. I'm delighted,

and so is my wife.
Aren't you, my dear?

Here. A little glass of wine
will make you feel better.

I don't want any.

The doctor and I are going
to have a little chat,

so you will just stay
here and rest, eh?

There you are.
Come, doctor.

She sent for you, of course.
No, as I was--

There's no need
to lie, doctor.

In a way, I'm glad. I've been
terribly upset about her.

This house has a
strange effect on her.

How do you mean?

Well, you saw how she acted a
moment ago. That sort of thing.

Fits of depression,
anger, hallucinations.

I hoped it would pass, but
she gets worse every day.

I see.
I suppose she told you how--

how I've begun to change?
Yes.

Mm-hmm, part of
the pattern.

I scarcely recognize her anymore, doctor.
My own wife.

What do you want me to do?
Take her back to Boston.

Get her out of this house.
Why don't you?

She wouldn't
permit it.

She fears me. Can't you understand?
Yes, I think I can.

Then you will help?
I shall try.

Thank you.
I appreciate it.

But remember--
discretion.

She mustn't guess that
you know the truth.

Well, my dear, I have
a surprise for you.

You won't have to stay
in this place any longer.

The good doctor is
going to take care of you.

- Dr. Willet!
- Yes, it's all arranged.

He will see you to Boston.
Isn't that right?

Yes.

Doctor, you don't understand!
Come along, Mrs. Ward.

No! I won't go!
Please, Mrs. Ward.

All right.

You needn't bother to pack, my dear.
I'll send your things along.

Goodbye, doctor.
Goodbye, my dear.

We'll be together
again soon.

I promise.

What of his woman?
We're rid of her.

Did you--
No, it was not necessary.

I convinced the good Dr. Willet that
she had begun to lose her mind,

to imagine
strange things,

even that her own husband
had turned against her.

They'll lock her away.
But if Dr. Willet should return?

He will learn that Charles Dexter Ward
has retired to his New England estate.

Well, do you know of any law

prohibiting a man from
residing on his own property?

Now, let us
begin again.

Well, you can see what
happened to poor Gideon.

- What are we going to do about it?
- Let's do something!

Let's get him!

What's happened?

Don't you really know
what happened, Mrs. Curwen?

My name is Ward.
No, I don't know.

We came to see Gideon.
Then come and see.

There's Gideon... and each and every one
of us unless we do something about it.

Just a minute. Do you
know how this happened?

It didn't just happen, doctor.
It was caused to happen.

By whom?

Do you know who did it?
Aye, and so do you.

Who?

The man who
swore to do it.

The man you call
Charles Dexter Ward.

- My husband would never do such a thing!
- She's lying! They're all in this!

Mrs. Ward, you better
come along with me.

Where are we going?
Back to the palace.

We've got to get him away
from there before these

people decide to take matters
into their own hands.

Vivat...Vivat...
Vivat.

Whoa!

Doctor, I'm going
with you!

Don't be foolish!
Wait here until I come back!

I'm going with you!
Then we must hurry!

Lucien, you got the ropes?
Here!

Elijah?
Aye!

All right, then!
Let's be about it!

- Mrs. Ward!
- Did you find him?

No.
Well, what about Simon?

Who?
The caretaker.

I didn't see anyone.
I know Charles is here!

Is there any more to the
place than we've seen?

I don't know.
Wait a minute.

When you tried to destroy the
picture, suddenly he was in the room.

Did you see him come in?
No.

Neither did I.

Ward?
Ward!

Charles Dexter Ward!
Are you down here?

Don't!
It's only a book.

It's much more
than a book.

Oh, my God!

What did you see?

What a pleasant surprise.

Well, now that you've
seen all of the palace,

Dr. Willet, what do you think of it?
It's quite old, you know--

older than you
might imagine.

Torquemada spent many a happy
hour here a few centuries ago.

It was old then.

Mr. Ward--
Well, I'll admit the furnishings

do leave something
to be desired,

but, uh, it has a lived-in
quality, don't you think?

After all, home is
where the heart is.

Isn't that so, my dear?
Ward, listen to me!

I'd be happy to, doctor, but
my friends grow impatient.

Oh, please
forgive me.

May I present
Miss Hester Tillinghast,

Mr. Simon Orne, and Mr. Jabez
Hutchinson I believe you know.

They are my associates.

You see, we began
a project a few years ago,

but, unfortunately,
it was--it was interrupted,

and we're most anxious
to take it up again.

What sort of a project?

The most important ever attempted
of humans, Dr. Willet--

more important than you
can ever imagine,

and therefore, I fear,
beyond your understanding.

As a matter of fact, we don't
fully understand ourselves.

We obey. That is all.

We obey.

Simon!

Come!

Come, I said!

Hester! Jabez!

No! Stop!

Charles!

Charles!
Charles!

Charles!

What are you doing to her?
Honoring her, Dr. Willet.

Honoring her.

Aah!

Charles!

Aah!

Joseph Curwen!

Joseph Curwen!

Joseph Curwen!
Joseph Curwen!

Maybe we'll just
smoke him out!

Ann!

Ann! Ann!
Ann!

Charles! Ann!
Poor Ann!

You traitor!

Dr. Willet, get her away from here!
Get her away from here, Dr. Willet!

Take her away!
Get her away from here!

- Quickly! Quickly!
- What about Charles?

I'll come back for him!

They're finished.
No!

Charles!

Are you all right?

Yes...thanks
to you and to my wife.

I don't know how I can ever repay you
for what you've done, Dr. Willet.

But I intend to try.

Charles, are you sure
you're all right?

Perfectly sure, my dear.