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(funky music)

(ominous drums)

(trippy synth music)

- Let it be known to all the spirits,

that I am a Capricorn, living in the 10th house.

The house of our Lord Satan.

Let it be known to all the spirits that I,

Horace Bones, was born into Hell.

And reborn to this Earth.

Let all the spirits hear.

I am the firstborn son of Satan.

He commands my thoughts.

I speak his words.

The book of the dead.

Sons and daughters of Satan.

Put aside your worldy things.

And come to me.

Let it be known, sons and daughters,

that Satan was an acidhead.

Drink from his cup. Pledge yourselves.

And together, we'll all freak out.

Before the Sados sacrifice, repeat after me:

To the glory of the mighty

one in Hell, I will devote myself.

- [All] To the glory of the mighty one

in Hell, I will devote myself.

- I will worship him.

- [All] I will worship him.

- I will suffer for him.

- [All] I will suffer for him.

- I will die for him.

- [All] I will die for him.

- I will kill for him.

- [All] I will kill for him.

- [Horace] Oh, father of damnation,

on the eve of destruction, protect this ritual circle.

And the blood of Sados will flow freely in your honor.

(harsh synth music)

(mysterious girl gasps)

- Horace!

- Who's that girl?

' Stop her!

(fast funk music)

(mysterious girl gasps)

- Hey, Horace, it's ok. She's with me.

She's a local kid, she's from around here.

- You invited her here?

- Yeah. (slap)

- How many times have I got to

say it, no strangers on the scene!

Local girl my ass!

(crowing rooster)

- Pete, is that Sylvia?

(metal bucket clanging)

- Sylvia, Sylvia!

- Oh my God, what happened to her?

Oh, run and get your grandfather, Pete!

Sylvia!

(funky guitar music)

- Son of a bitch!

It's no use, everybody out.

We'll have to make it to the next town on foot.

- Population 40?

- Soon it's gonna be 48.

- Well, guess who's coming to din-din?

- [Molly] Valley Hills. Sounds peaceful.

Maybe I'll drop my kid there.

- Hey. Don't wake him.

(fast bongo drumming)

(van clanging)

(cultists laughing)

- She hasn't uttered one word. She's in shock.

- Isn't there a doctor up at the dam site?

- Yes, there's a Dr. Oaks.

I'm sure Roger would let him come.

- Can't you do something for her, Grandpa?

- I'm only a veterinarian, Pete.

And your sister's not an animal.

- [Mildred] Somebody certainly treated her like one.

- What do you think happened?

- Nobody around here could have done it!

- It could be one of the construction

workers up at the dam site.

- [Mildred] Well, I have to go out there anyway.

I'll tell Roger exactly what's happened.

He'll find out who did this.

Come on, Pete.

(car engine rumbling)

- Hey, you! Wait a minute!

- Good morning.

- I know you've got problems,

but so do I, we've got to talk.

- Fellas, you go on. I'll catch up to you at the dam.

- Something dreadful has happened.

Roger, I'm very upset!

- What's upsetting that can't be fixed?

- Pete's sister has been assaulted and brutally beaten.

And I know one of your men is responsible!

- But if the girl's in a state of shock,

how do you know one of my men did it?

- Who else could it be?

There's nobody left in Valley Hills

because of your damn dam!

- Honey, don't take it out on me, huh?

- I'm sorry. I guess living in a ghost town,

so isolated, so alone, it's beginning to get to me.

- Look, the dam will be completed before you know it.

And you'll never be alone again.

- Oh, it can't be soon enough.

That bakery is only open at your request, Mr. Davis.

- And a good thing, too.

- When Frank was killed--

- Hey, hey, hey. We agreed never to discuss the past.

- Here.

- Mornin', Pete. Let's have the usual, huh?

- Comm' fight up.

- What about Sylvia Banner?

- Honey, rape is a little out of an engineer's domain.

' Big help you are!

- Look, I'll do what I can, but I'm no detective.

- Dr. Oak.

- Good morning, Mrs. Nash, how are you?

- Fine, thank you.

I'm kidnapping your doctor for a while.

- Of course.

- Something happen in town?

(Horace whoops loudly)

- Hey, the madness of city life sure psychs me out!

- Hippies. Hippies all over our place!

- This place is from no place. Nothin'!

- We oughta do 'em like we did those colored folks, honey.

String 'em up, we should just string 'em up!

- I'm hungry-

- What a rathole to get stuck in.

(spits)

Shit.

- You better get used to it,

'cause we're going to operate out of here for a while.

- Horace Bones, sometimes I wonder about you.

(slap)

- Better pray I forget you ever said that.

Nobody wonders about anything but me!

- Okay. Okay, what are we gonna do here?

I mean, there's nothing here to steal,

there's no food, nothin'!

- And no fuzz pokin' in on what we're doing, dig?

Shelley, you're beautiful, but if you ain't careful,

I'm gonna skin your ass alive! (laughs)

(car engine rumbling)

Good morning.

Are you open for business?

- We have a few meat pies left.

' Any milk?

- We have a hungry bunch waiting out there.

You see, we are all members of a rock music group,

and we were on our way to Terreton,

to play an engagement, and our truck broke down.

- What a shame.

- Would you happen to know of a place

we could stay for the night?

My wife isn't feeling so good.

- I got one on the way.

- Well, the hotel's been boarded up now

for over two years, and the houses

are coming down in another few weeks.

- How much?

- Oh, I'll settle for five dollars.

- Thank you very much.

- I threw in a few cakes. On the house.

- The Lord will bless you, lady!

The Lord will bless you.

(ominous synth music)

Sue-Lin. Pick a house.

Any empty house, the whole town's up for grabs!

Pick your house, Sue-Lin!

(ominous music)

(Molly groans)

(chair breaks)

(cultists laugh)

- Oh come on, now, why this place

when there's so many others?

- Are you complaining?

- [Andy] Just,just asking.

(glass smashing)

(wood smashing)

- It ain't safe to go in there!

- Why not?

- [Pete] It's haunted!

Nobody's lived in there for years and years!

It's full of big rats!

(laughing) So we'll have a rat hunt! We'll barbecue them!

Whoever catches the most rats will be

supreme ruler of Sados for one night! (laughs)

(slap)

(cultists whooping and hollering)

(Molly gasps)

- [Horace] Come here you little ugly!

(gunshot)

(Horace laughs)

(cultists laugh and jeer raucously)

(cultists smashing wood and glass)

(smashing glass)

- Hey, big man, look at my rats!

(ominous synth sting)

(Horace laughs)

Good, Rollo.

Just like shish-kabob.

(crackling fire)

(ominous music)

Let it be known that Rollo Yates is

supreme ruler of Sados for one night.

He can do anything.

(knife slams into table)

(gum POPS)

- I could do anything?

Demand anything?

- Mmm-hm.

Anything!

(dramatic drums)

Let it be known that I, Rollo Yates,

was created in Hell, and reborn to this Earth.

I am the firstborn son of Satan.

Therefore, Satan is a black man.

He commands my thoughts.

And I conjure you, in his name, to obey me.

Satan said there is no fear.

If his sons and daughters are willing to suffer for him,

die for him, and to kill for him...

Then there is no fear of pain or blood.

- Pain and blood are signs of life. Not death.

- Right, Sue-Lin.

So I say, let us put it to the test.

If there is fear among us, then we must get rid of it now.

And if there's a cop-out in the group,

then he is not a true member of Satan's family.

(music intensifies)

(Sylvia screams)

- There's nothing to be afraid of, dear. There, there.

Here, take this.

Doctor's orders. You feel like talking about it?

- [Sylvia] Oh, Grandpa!

It was horrible.

- You can't turn away from this,

Sylvia, and forget about it.

- I'm so ashamed.

- All the more reason why I should know what happened.

Don't you think?

- I met this boy.

I caught him stealing a chicken.

His name is Andy.

(funky guitar music)

- You ain't serious about goin' through with this thing?

He'll kill me! He'll kill me!

Okay, sure. You can carry a thing up to a certain point,

and then I bleed to death!

- To the glory of the mighty one in Hell,

I will devote myself.

- [All] To the glory of the mighty one in Hell,

I will devote myself.

- [Sue-Lin] I will worship him.

- [All] I will worship him.

- [Sue-Lin] I will suffer for him.

- [All] I will suffer for him.

- [Sue-Lin] I will die for him.

- [All] I will die for him.

- [Sue-Lin] I will kill for him.

- [All] I will kill for him.

- What are you characters, nuts?

Tryin' to scare me like this.

Look, a chicken or a pig is one thing, but not Shelley!

(intense synth sting)

(creepy synth music)

(Shelley gasps)

- He's copped out.

- Take him up to the attic.

- Hey, Grandpa! What are you going to do?

- Go back in the house, Pete, and don't ask questions!

- I'm coming with you!

- Did you hear me, boy?

You're not to leave your sister alone!

- Grandpa! You don't know what you're getting into!

There's eight of them, and they're crazy!

- I know what I'm doing, boy, now go back in the house!

(ominous synth music)

(creaking rope)

(howling dogs)

(cultists gasp)

(music intensifies)

(gun cocking)

(steps creaking)

(intense synth music)

- [Horace] All right, that's enough. Cut him down.

We have a visitor.

Is there something you want?

- Is the young man dead?

(Horace laughs)

- Drunk, maybe, dead he's not.

I'm surprised you're taken in by all this.

You see, we are a theatrical group,

and we were rehearsing a horror

scene that we perform in theaters.

- Are you the one they call Horace?

- Among other things.

Are you planning on using that thing?

- Yes, you son of a bitch!

Around here, we don't fool around with

punks like you, who attack and beat up young girls!

- Are you talking about Sylvia?

- Yes, my granddaughter. Outside.

- If you're gonna kill me,

why don't you do it right here,

it's much more convenient!

Uh-oh. Your glasses are dirty.

Let's clean them for you, or you'll never aim properly.

(glasses clatter to floor)

(glasses crunching)

(Horace laughs)

There you are. Nice and clean.

(Grandpa's hat clatters to floor)

See if the old geezer's gun is loaded properly.

We wouldn't want a near miss, would we?

- Take your hands off me!

- Gramps, we want to cooperate with you!

(Grandpa groans in pain)

(Grandpa shouts in pain)

- [Pete] Grandpa! Grandpa!

(Grandpa cries)

- Hey. You're pretty yummy for a dirty old man.

Aw, have a breath freshener, handsome!

(intense synth music)

Makes you stay sweet for hours!

- [Pete] Grandpa!

- Horace, let him go!

- We can't let him go now.

- If you don't let him go, we're in for a lot of trouble!

- Hey, you! Get up!

Get your ass downstairs and do something about that kid!

- (Tmere, baby!

- Where's my grandfather?

- Hey, you're cute!

Don't you like girls?

- What have you done with my grandfather?

- He's inside, having a groovy time!

- If you don't send him out,

I'm going to call Mr. Davis up at the dam!

He's gonna get the law on you!

- Honey, why don't you come inside with me now?

- No, you ain't gettin' me in there!

Send my grandfather out!

- Cool it, cherub. Wait here.

- Hey, midget. Come over here.

- No.

- Aw, Horace, he's just a kid.

- I want to talk to you!

(Horace grunts in pain)

- Horace!

Horace!

(heavy breathing)

(intense musical sting)

- Horace, let him go!

Here he is.

- He's a little drunk, cherub, do you

think you can handle him?

- Yes.

- Give us a kiss, handsome.

(loud smooch)

Before you leave.

Come back real soon. Bye!

(howling dog)

(creepy synth music)

- What happened to Grandpa?

- He went over to the old hotel.

He was gonna kill 'em.

Instead they got him drunk.

- He's not drunk, stupid. He's been doped!

- [Pete] Huh?

- With that stuff that they call LSD.

The whole bunch take it.

- What does it do, that I whatever you call it?

- Boy, you really don't know anything.

It makes a person crazy.

- Wow. Is that what they've done to Grandpa?

- Come on, Grandpa. Come on.

(funky synth music)

(crunching leaves)

(growling)

(growling)

(growling dog)

(gunshot)

- Pete, what did you do?

- Nothing!

- Don't lie to me! What was that shot I just heard?

- Don't get excited.

I just shot at a mad dog that was snooping around.

- How would you know if it's mad?

- I may not know about that L stuff that

makes you crazy, but I know about rabies.

Grandpa told me all about it.

- Well, did you kill it?

- No, I don't think so, but I scared it off.

- Well, that thing has gotta be caught and killed.

I'm gonna go upstairs and I'm gonna stay with Grandpa.

(Pete sighs)

(running water)

- He wouldn't do the same for you.

- And what happens if he dies? We're all responsible.

- So we dump him. No loss.

He's a troublemaker anyway.

Nobody will miss him.

(creepy synth music)

(footsteps crunching through leaves)

(ominous synth music)

(music grows louder)

- Good morning, Pete.

- Good morning.

- [Mildred] How's Sylvia?

- Oh, she won't be in today.

But I can help you with some of the chores.

- Is anything wrong, Pete?

- No.

- You don't seem to be in a very talkative

mood this morning.

Let's see, 12, 24, 25...

That oughta be enough.

- Maybe you oughta make another dozen.

For those folks that moved into the old hotel.

- You mean the hippie group?

They took over the old hotel?

- Yeah, and they're gonna be

looking for something to eat today.

- Well, I guess we don't want anybody to starve.

(loud guitar sting)

(cultists arguing)

(loud guitar sting)

- Mornin'.

- Mornin' boy.

Hey, what you got to eat?

- We have beef and chicken pies.

We can let you have a dozen.

- Meat pies for breakfast? I don't think so.

Hey, don't you have anything else?

- The meat pies are ready now.

Hot, right out of the oven.

We got a special on 'em.

A quarter apiece, if you take a dozen.

- All right, we'll take the meat pies.

- [Molly] Mmm, they look yummy.

- No, no! Let me.

- We'll make a baker out of you yet, Pete.

- Nope, I'm gonna be a veterinarian.

- How you feeling?

(coffee pouring into cup)

- Something's got to be done about

that gang of savage hyenas.

- Pete said that he saw a mad dog last night.

- Not with rabies?

- Yep, that's what he said.

- Well, I'd better report that immediately.

(phone ringing)

- Mildred's Bakery. Yes, Dr. Banner.

No, he didn't. Pete never said a word about it.

I knew he was worried about something,

but I thought it was because of what happened to Sylvia.

Pete, why didn't you tell me about the rabid dog?

It should be reported immediately.

- Because.

- Because why?

- Because I killed it this morning.

(car engine rumbling)

- Mildred?

- Yes?

- What happens if a human gets rabies?

- They go insane and die. Why do you ask?

- No reason. Just curious.

(ominous synth music)

- Meat pies again?

- Well, that's all they had, hick.

You want anything else, you gotta walk eight miles.

- If you're gonna complain, don't eat.

(chair sliding out)

All right, more for us.

(loud slurping)

(loud synth sting)

(Shelley groans)

(loud chewing)

- [Horace] Hey, fatso. You aren't gonna finish that?

- Blech. Tastes funny.

- Well, they're baked fresh this morning.

I saw it come out of the oven.

- [Blonde Cultist] She probably has

morning sickness, don't you think?

- So starve.

(loud slurping)

- Hi.

- What do you want?

- I got worried about you.

How do you feel?

- I'll live.

- Listen, Sylvia, I'm awful sorry for what happened.

Honest, I--

(Sylvia laughs)

- A lot of good that does now.

- Will you listen? I'm gonna leave that idiot group.

They're no damn good, anyhow.

- Well, how'd you get mixed up

with them in the first place?

- Kicks, that's all.

- Some kicks.

What are they supposed to be?

- Sados. The sons and daughters of Satan.

(Andy laughs)

Not really, it's all fake.

But it sounds kinky.

- Satan? I guess you don't believe in God.

- I don't know. That's a fact, Sylvia.

He sure doesn't treat us like He should.

(loud synth music)

(gun clicks)

(Horace laughs)

- Very funny.

(gunshot)

- God, I feel like I'm suffocating.

- Such a muggy day-

- Not the weather.

The spirit of evil that's gotten into you.

- You mean you ain't hot from the heat?

- I don't feel anything.

I'm at peace with my father.

- So I'm carrying his baby,

so what more does the son of a...

The little devil want?

(Horace chuckles)

- I got a pain in my gut. What does that mean?

- Cramps. (laughs)

- Devil's cramps, huh?

- He comes in mysterious ways, Rollo.

- None of us feel well, Horace.

The food must've been spoiled.

- Yeah, they sure were anxious to

unload those meat pies off on us.

I think they done it deliberately.

- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

Now I get the picture.

They were trying to get even with us for last night.

So tonight, we wreck the bakery!

- Not tonight!

Unless you want us throwing up all over the place.

(Horace laughs)

- There's one way of curing a bellyache.

- Horace?

(loud synth music)

(Horace laughs maniacally)

- God damn it! We need the material, and we need it now!

- Look, we're working around it, but it's holding us back!

- Look, you see what you can do and get back to me, huh?

- Sorry, honey, I can't leave now.

- Then I'll wait. I can't go into town, I'd be too afraid.

- Are you sure Dr. Banner wasn't exaggerating?

You know, he is an old man, and he may be senile.

- What about Sylvia? She was badly beaten!

- All right, all right, I'll buy that,

but all this crap about a devil's cult sacrificing humans--

- Roger, sometimes you infuriate me!

- Now, wait a minute, huh?

- The stupid pneumatic drill is more

important to you than my safety.

- I didn't say I wouldn't go into town.

- Oh, forget it! It'll soon be dark,

and I wanna get home before then.

- Look, I'll be in as soon as I can.

And I still love you. Even if you are a stubborn bitch.

- Don't bother, Mr. Davis. Just drop dead.

(cultists groan in pain)

(mysterious music)

(Rollo gasps)

(Rollo breathes heavily)

(music intensifies)

(knife unsheathes)

(warbling synth music)

' No!

(Shelley shouts in pain)

(loud synth music)

You're mad, you son of a bitch!

(warbling synth music)

(Horace groans)

(metallic clang)

(loud, funky synth music)

(Horace moans in pain)

(ominous synth music)

- On the eve of destruction, blood will flow

freely in your honor, father of Hell.

(warbling synth music)

(music grows louder)

(bongo drum music)

(Rollo breathing heavily)

(everyone screams)

(gunshot)

(metallic clang)

(axe thwacks into leg)

(Blonde cultist moans in disgust)

(Blonde cultist screams)

(car engine rumbling)

(ominous synth music)

(music grows louder)

(car engine rumbling)

(Horace breathes heavily)

(Mildred screams)

(ominous synth sting)

(car engine rumbling)

(Blonde cultist breathing heavily)

(loud synth music)

(snapping branches)

(barking dogs)

(doorbell rings)

- Hold up, boy. Sit down.

(doorbell rings)

- Come in, Mrs. Nash.

We're just sitting down to supper, won't you join us?

- I've got to use your phone. I must reach Roger.

Something terrible is happening in town.

(knocking on glass)

(window sliding open)

- No, turn the light out!

- It's okay. What are you doing here?

- Well, listen, I'm in trouble, you gotta help me.

- Okay, listen. Go and wait out in the barn,

and I'll be out therejust as soon as I can, okay?

Here.

(telephone ringing)

- Hey. Hey, Ed. Come here.

Take the truck and drive into town.

Take Joe here and a few of the boys with you.

" What's up?

- I'm not sure, there might be trouble.

Check the bakery. Make sure Mildred Nash is okay,

and leave one of the boys with her until I can get there.

Then check the old hotel.

- Can't you tell us anything more?

- Mrs. Nash told me a wild group of hippies

busted into the hotel and are raising hell.

- We can flatten 'em, huh?

- Here, better take this.

In case there's any trouble.

- That serious, huh?

- I'm not sure.

(barn door creaking open)

(footsteps down wooden stairs)

- Andy, what's happened?

- My car is right over here in the driveway.

- [Grandpa] Come along with that flashlight, will you, Pete?

- Is that real blood?

- God's sake, don't touch it!

(crunching footsteps through grass)

(car engine rumbling)

- What's the trouble?

- No trouble, handsome.

Where you headin'?

- Valley Hills.

- Give a girl a lift?

- Hop in the back.

- Ooh, what's a little lady like you

doing all alone on a road?

- Some black creep was following me.

- Oh, well you just get your

pretty little ass in here, honey,

and we'll protect you.

- Oh, yeah.

- Hey, what are you guys up m?

- Anything you're up to, honey.

Okay, Ed!

(car engine starts)

- Hey, Matt. Look around, huh?

I'll be right back.

- Okay, Ed. Let's go.

Here you g0, baby'-!

- Hey, you guys ain't gonna leave me out here?

- Oh, we're just gonna have a look around, honey,

we'll be right back.

- There's nothin' but rats in there.

We can have more fun outside.

- What's the big rush?

- Yeah. Damn rats can wait!

(ominous synth music)

- Come on, rats. I've some cheese for ya!

Come on, rats!

(car engine rumbling)

(muffled sound of phone ringing)

(knocking on door)

(locked doorknob wiggling)

- That must be Davis calling now.

- There's nobody here, man.

Let's go, huh?

, okay-

(car engine rumbling)

- Hey, Matt! Where are you?

Where the hell did he go to?

I knew I never should have picked up that broad!

(ominous synth music)

- God damn!

- Somebody's living here, all right.

(loud synth sting)

- Shit!

- What?

- [Joe] Look!

(loud synth music)

- Jesus.

Don't look at it.

- Oh man, come on, let's get out of here!

- [Ed] Wait a minute. - [Worker] It's a body!

- Get a hold of yourself! Hold it! Look at me!

We were supposed to check this place out, right?

Well, I ain't doin' it alone!

(slap)

Come on!

(buzzing synth music)

(buzzing music grows louder)

(loud synth sting)

(gun clattering to floor)

(loud synth sting)

(wild synth music)

(construction worker yelps in pain)

(ominous drums)

(Andy laughs)

- Wait a minute.

Listen.

Somebody's coming out of the house.

- Come on, let's go upstairs.

- They're comin' in the barn.

- Ssh! Don't move.

(door creaking)

(ominous synth music)

- Get away from him, Sylvia!

- Pete, what are you doin' out here?

Are you tryin' to spy on me?

- No, I'm tryin' to tell you something!

He's diseased with rabies!

- Would you stop talkin' silly?

Get back to bed!

- Honest, Sylvia! I wouldn't kid about somethin' like that!

I took blood from the rabid dog I killed,

then contaminated the meat pies I sold to his group!

- Pete, what are you talkin' about?

- [Pete] It's the truth!

I wanted to pay 'em back for what they did to Grandpa!

- Pete, Pete, listen to me!

If what you say is true, Pete, then chances are

pretty good that I ain't been contaminated.

My God, I didn't eat any of those pies, I swear it!

And I was on the outs of the group,

so I stayed clear of 'em the whole day through.

That's a fact, really! Sylvia...

Listen, I ain't had any close contact with them

since what they did to your old man last night.

- Do you have any idea what you've done?

- Yes, but I hope you won't tell Grandpa.

I only told you because I was worried about you.

- [Sylvia] Oh, Pete.

(construction workers laughing raucously)

- Let's g0, bOYS!

- Please don't leave me alone! Take me with you!

- Sure, why not?

Some of the boys, they just can't appreciate you!

(car engine rumbling)

(banging on window)

(doorbell rings)

- Hello, Mr. Davis. Come in.

- Doc, is Mildred Nash here?

- Yes, she is. She's upstairs. Sleeping.

- Well, don't disturb her,

I just was very worried about her.

- Well, I'm very glad you are here.

We have to have a serious talk.

- Has something happened to Mildred?

- No, Mrs. Nash is all right.

But something has happened.

Something that endangers this entire valley.

(bar patrons cheering and singing raucously)

- Construction workers! Rise and unite!

Look at what we have here!

See this construction!

And she's waitin' to be riveted! Woo!

(men cheer wildly)

(loud, pulsing synth music)

- Per Mildred's description of the man who attacked her,

I'm inclined to believe he has rabies.

- Rabies?

- [Grandpa] Hydrophobia, the same thing.

Now, I don't have to tell you, it's highly infectious.

- It's also fatal, isn't it?

- [Grandpa] You're damn right, it is.

It's a disease that attacks the central nervous system

in all flesh-eating animals, including us humans.

It is transmitted upon contact,

symptoms begin to show almost immediately,

depending on the person's condition.

- What are the symptoms?

- Hydrophobia, as characterized by choking,

convulsions, frothing of the mouth.

Burning fever, an uncontrollable thirst,

but an inability to swallow,

and a fear of water that borders on panic.

(Blonde cultist moans in fear)

(clattering footsteps)

(pulsing synth music)

- Hey, man. Leave her alone.

Can't you see she's having a fit?

- God damn it, don't you see

what the hell she did to me?

- This time I'm really gonna cool her ass.

- No, man!

(Blonde cultist moans in fear)

(Blonde cultist screams)

(Blonde cultist's screaming intensifies)

- How soon before death overtakes the victim?

- That depends on the constitution.

But it's a blessing when it comes.

(soothing funk music)

But before that it's like the devil takes over the body,

the mind reduced to the level of an animal,

capable of the most savage acts.

The color of red triggers an excitement in the mind,

and of course, the fear of water and clear liquid

produces an almost fanatical craving for raw flesh.

What worries me is the fact that this here hippie group

is on hard drugs, coupled with the reaction to

the rabies virus, it's bound to

cause unthinkable complications.

- Come in. Come in.

Sit down. Come on.

My dear girl, you should be in a hospital in your condition.

- Oh, I'm okay. But we've been walkin' for miles it seems,

and we ain't had anything to eat, but that's all.

Carrie, that ain't nice, now put it back!

Well, she don't know better, she's a mute.

- Well, what am I standing here for?

The least I can do is get you two something to eat.

- Oh, anything. Anything'll be fine.

(rustling plastic)

(electric knife whirring)

(pulsing synth music)

(electric knife whirring)

(Molly screams)

(Woman in green dress moans in pain)

(Molly screams)

(pulsing synth music)

- Davis. Davis!

- Oh, good morning, Doc.

- We're in for a hell of a lot of trouble this morning.

- What is it?

- You better come with me and see for yourself. Down here.

(footsteps crunching through leaves)

- [Doc] Down there, Davis.

We found her that way.

(suspenseful synth music)

I don't know how to explain it,

I don't even know what to put to report.

- Wait a minute.

(pulsing synth music)

(blonde construction worker screams wildly)

(gunshot)

- Davis, I've gotta call the Red Cross.

We're in a state of emergency.

(brown haired construction worker screams)

(pulsing synth music)

Jesus Christ!

(fast-paced funk music)

No, Davis. There's too many.

Come on, we'll be much safer down at the quarry!

Come on!

(rabid mob screaming)

(splashing water)

(pulsing synth music)

(buzzing synth music)

- Hey, you!

What the hell do you think you're doin'?

Put that goddamn thing down!

(ominous synth music)

(man with glasses gags)

(synth music intensifies)

(buzzing synth music)

(warbling synth music)

(rabid crowd screaming)

' MOIIy!

_ Oh:

- [Andy] Stay away from us, Molly.

Don't come any closer.

- What's wrong?

Oh, Andy, I'm so desperate.

- [Andy] Don't you know?

- What?

- Honey, you've got rabies, you're contaminated,

the whole group has it!

- Rabies?

You mean like dogs?

Oh my God!

Andy, help me!

Help me, get me to a hospital, I'm all alone!

- Stay away!

(Molly cries)

- [Andy] Baby, I'm sorry.

It's hopeless.

(Molly cries)

MY baby!

Poor little bastard.

(Molly blubbers and cries)

(ominous synth music)

(Molly cries out in pain)

(ominous drums)

(pulsing synth music)

(splashing water)

(creepy synth music)

(car motor rumbling)

- Oh, Roger! I'm so glad you're here!

That awful woman--

- [Roger] Now, you listen to me, and listen carefully.

All hell broke loose up at the dam,

and I've gotta get help!

Lock all the doors and windows,

and don't let anybody in, anybody!

You can't be sure who's been contaminated.

- I'm going with you.

- No, it's too dangerous on the road

between here and the highway.

I'm not even sure I can get through.

- Then I'll go stay with Dr. Banner.

(footsteps crunching through grass)

(creepy synth music)

(loud synth sting)

- You've got to stay here and wait for Dr. Oaks to call.

You'd better take this.

- Oh, Roger!

- Don't hesitate to use it.

- I could hide in the cellar.

- That would be the safest place.

- Oh, Roger, be careful!

(romantic music)

(pulsing synth music)

(car engine starting)

(hammer hitting nails)

(splashing gas)

(music intensifies)

, Die!

(splashing gas)

(Horace screams wildly)

(bubbling synth music)

(footsteps crunching through grass)

(Sylvia breathing heavily)

(fast paced funk music)

(Sylvia screams)

(sword hitting wooden axe handle)

(Horace laughs)

(funky guitar music)

(sword hitting axe handle)

(Rollo and Horace breathing heavily)

(banging on door)

- [Pete] Open the door, Mrs. Nash!

- [Andy] Open up!

Open Up!

(Pete shouts)

- [Andy] For God's sake, open the door!

(pulsing funk music)

- [Sylvia] Open the door, Mrs. Nash!

- [Andy] Open up!

(rabid construction workers shout)

- [Sylvia] Oh, God! Let us in!

(pulsing synth music)

- [Rabid Worker] Gimmie that chair. You don't need that!

(Sylvia screams)

(rabid worker laughs maniacally)

(pulsing synth music)

(ripping flesh)

(sword being removed from sheath)

(squelching flesh)

(Horace screams in pain)

(footsteps on wooden stairs)

(breaking glass)

(rabid mob stomping upstairs)

(pulsing synth music)

(rabid mob shouting and breaking things)

(music intensifies)

(Mildred gasps)

(Sylvia screams)

(gunshot)

(body falls to floor)

(loud musical sting)

(Rollo groans)

(intense funk music)

(Mildred screams)

(man with severed head laughs)

(rabid mob groans)

(water spraying)

(mob shouting)

(Rollo moaning in disgust)

(pulsing synth music)

(rabid man screams)

- Lock the doors! I'll lock the windows!

(car engine turning over)

(pulsing synth music)

(everyone screaming)

(banging on car)

(Sylvia screams)

(police siren)

(gunshots)

- What the hell are you doing?

- Look, I've got orders to kill on sight.

- There may be a woman in that car!

- Hold your fire!

(pulsing synth music)

- Come on, Pete boy!

Go. Mildred!