All language subtitles for Messiah.of.Evil.1973.RM4k.Radiance.1080p.BluRay

They say that nightmares

are dreams perfected.

I've told them here
it wasn't a nightmare,

but they don't believe me.

They nod and make
little notes in my file.

And they watch me now,
waiting for me to scar my breasts,

to eat insects,
maybe, or to lift

my dress like some crazy, old
woman and urinate on the floor.

But there's so little time left,
you've got to listen.

Not far from here is a
small town on the coast.

They used to call
it New Bethlehem.

But they changed the
name to Point Dune

after the moon turned blood red.

Point Dune doesn't look any
different than a thousand

other neon stucco towns, but what

happened there, what they did to me,
what they're doing now...

They're coming here.

They're waiting at
the edge of the city.

They're peering around
buildings at night.

And they're waiting.

They're waiting for you.

And they'll take you
one by one, and no one

will hear you scream.

No one will hear you scream!

I went there looking for my father.

He used to spend winters
in Point Dune, painting.

Then after my mother
died, he stayed.

And his letters became our
only contact, until recently,

when his letters became
more and more bizarre

and finally stopped.

I have little time now.

I can't write again.

You mustn't worry.

And please, you must promise
not to follow me.

I'm afraid to see
people anymore.

It's better that I wait
alone for it to come.

Fill her up?

Yes, please.

Dogs, stray dogs.

It doesn't sound like dogs.

Has to be.

Has to be dogs.

I've hunted in them
woods out there,

nothing but quail and rabbits.

Rabbits don't make that sound.

That's Point Dune
ahead, isn't it?

Why do you want to
go to Point Dune?

I'm visiting somebody there.

I can't understand why anybody
would want to go to Point Dune, visiting

I mean, it's just a
piss poor little town.

It's deader than hell.

You forgot...

Hello there.

Fill her up?

$2.00.

No knock.

Yes, sir.

Machine's broke, lady,
don't you have any cash?

Well, no, but this is...

That's all right, forget it.

Oh...

Get out.

Get your... your stamps?

Father?

Father?

Father?

JOSEPH LANG
June 30th.

For three nights
now I haven't slept.

I don't know how much longer
I can keep this up.

The visions are coming
from areas of my mind

that I don't understand.

July 2nd.

These grotesque images
keep crowding in on me.

At night I find myself
wandering alone in town,

catching glimpses of horrid animals
I know can't be there.

And along Clark Beach faces haunt me.

Pale women with
sleepless eyes and shadowy figures

staring toward the black water.

He didn't return that night.

I walked along the beach in
the morning, as I'm sure he must have

coming out of
the nightmares he spoke of

back into the daylight.

I drove into town.

It was hot already.

I saw an art gallery
and I thought

they might know my father.

The art dealer was blind.

Her fingers moved like
a pale spider over my face.

Joseph Lang?

Do I know who he is?

We do get magazines in
Point Dune, which some of us

can even read.

Well, I meant, I'm looking for him.

And I thought maybe you
knew him personally.

Point Dune isn't
an artist colony.

I heard he did take people
out there, mostly women.

But they weren't
from Point Dune.

Uh, there were some people
in this morning looking

for your father, which
means some people do

like his brand of art.

Who were they?

I don't know, strangers.

I think they're staying
at the Seven Seas.

I'm as old as the hills.

Mama delivered me herself.

She took me from
between her legs,

bloody little mess, just about
to feed me to the chickens.

And daddy said, maybe we
could use a boy, Lotty.

That's how I came
into the world.

Excuse me, they said at the gallery

that you were looking
for Joseph Lang.

He's my father and I just...

Just come in and
close the door.

All I want to know is if...

Close the door.

Go ahead, Charlie.

Hard to remember
back on things.

But I... I remember the
red moonlight daddy

told me about, only once.

Momma gave him a bad look
when he talked about it.

He was only a boy himself, then.

He called it the blood moon.

He said that was the night
that he lost religion.

He learned that men
could do... could do

horrible things, like animals.

I'm really hungry.

I've got the munchies.

Shut up.

Go ahead, Charlie.

What about the moon?

100 years ago the moon started
turning red up in the sky

and things began to happen.

It was like the redder
the moon got up there,

the closer the people were
being jerked toward hell.

Or that people started
bleeding out of control.

They found children
eating raw meat.

It was like the town is
festering with an... an open sore,

until the night that they...

until the night they came
down out of the canyon and...

Who came down, Charlie.

I've got to go.

Charlie.

Take the wine, Charlie.

Wow, thanks for your
kindly hospitality.

I'm looking for my father.

Do you know him?

I know of him.

They told me at the gallery...

We drove by the
gallery this morning.

I happened to see one of
your father's works in the window.

I didn't know that
he lived here.

They didn't have any
of his paintings there.

Well, that's popularity.

Because they did this morning.

I offered to buy one
and the old woman

said they weren't for sale.

As a matter of fact,
it was a portrait of you.

Thom likes to collect things.

Like old drunks?

Old fashioned retort.

What's a retort?

Toni, you're half girl,
half child and half wit.

Sit on it, sister.

Don't be afraid, I'm an ugly
old man, but I'm harmless.

It's about your daddy.

They mustn't hear me.

I've got 'em fooled.

I get drunk, sleep on
the sidewalk like a dog

and they let me be.

I ain't crazy.

Hello, Charlie.

What about my father?

You have to kill him.

You're crazy.

You can't bury him.

Don't put him in the ground.

You got to burn him.

You got to put fire to his body.

I spent the afternoon in town,

asking about my father.

The reaction was
always the same,

people would only stare or
shake their heads and back away.

JOSEPH LANG
July 6th.

Arletty called this morning.

I listened to her, but couldn't
let her know I was here.

My voice would
have terrified her.

At times I make noises
which don't seem human.

And my mind is letting go.

I try to remember the past,
my daughter, but I can't.

Instead I... I think of death.

Always death.

What are you doing here?

You looked so comfortable
I didn't want to wake you.

You're very pretty
when you sleep.

Mmm, I'm going to take a nap.

Wanna come?

Later.

You can't stay here.

Just for the night.

I'm willing to pay.

We had a little
trouble at the motel.

You remember the old gentleman
who was telling us the story?

Of course I do.

He was mad.

Perhaps, but when they
found him this afternoon,

he was dead.

The police came
and questioned us.

Needless to say,
they weren't very

understanding what with me and
my two traveling companions.

And then suddenly,
every other motel locked

and shuttered its windows.

You're the only
other person we know.

What happened to the old man?

They found his
body in the alley.

He must have passed
out or something.

The police theorize that
it must've been dogs.

They only found this body half eaten.

I let them stay.

I never understood why.

It was as if I'd come
into a foreign town

where I didn't
speak the language

and I was sharing
a house with people

I'd have never met
in my other life.

Would you like some wine.

This wind is strange.

It's like the sirocco.

It blows across
the Mediterranean from Africa.

I was born in
Portugal, in a castle.

I thought it was
a villa in Spain.

My mother was a
Portuguese aristocrat.

My father was rich and American.

I have a castle that
stands above the sea.

One of our legends tells that...

Thom, what are we doing
in this shitty place?

I don't know. Really.

As I was saying.

Every race has their
legends, the Romans,

the Greeks, even the
folk here in Point Dune

had their stories.

I'm interested in their
story about the blood moon.

What was your father doing here?

He didn't know anybody here.

He could paint.

Has your father
been painting long?

Laura's quite the art critic.

She use to model,
photographers mostly.

She specialized in
exotic poses with snakes.

Oh, Thom just gets so
clever when he's trying

to get into somebody's pants.

Listen, when you
go to bed with him

tonight, why don't you let him...

Laura, I am tired of having
to apologize for you.

Yuck, this stuff
is shitty tasting.

You're not supposed
to eat the fuzz.

He said he was a
collector of old legends.

He thought my father
knew something

about the legend of Point Dune.

I told him my father wasn't here.

He said they could wait.

Are you lost?

No.

I've been walking.

Have you seen the
fires on the beach?

No, I haven't.

Goodnight.

There is something
you could do for me.

What?

My zipper is stuck...
on my vest.

I'm sure one of your
traveling companions could help.

Oh, they're very angry with me.

They get jealous when
I'm around strange women.

How awkward.

Really.

So if you just...

It wasn't very hard.

No, I'm sure you could
have done it yourself.

Goodnight.

You don't just unzip a
man and say goodnight.

You are tired aren't you?

So am I. Goodnight.

Going out tonight?

I'm splitting.

Oh.

How long?

Forever.

That's a long time.

Why?

Because I'm tired.

I'm tired of him.

I'm tired of this place.

He didn't get lost, you know?

He came here on purpose.

And while at Point Dune...

Have you tried the beach?

Maybe you could
learn to body surf.

He's just flirting
around with her.

Yeah, well let
him flirt around,

I'm going to San Francisco.

Mickey will take me in.

Who's Mickey?

He's a drummer.

What about me?

You're just a kid.

You'll be all right.

He's given me too many lines.

Hey, Laura, can you
give me some dope, huh?

Wanna ride?

What the hell.

Hey, thanks.

You coming back
from the wedding?

The what?

The wedding at the beach.

Nuh uh.

Do you like Wagner?

Oh, yeah, sure

Sure.

Super.

You can, um, let me off in town.

You guys must have
been, uh, working late.

Moonlighting.

Moonlighting.

Everybody was
out there tonight,

even the little creatures.

I found a lot of them.

A lot of what?

Beach rats.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

What do you do with them?

Do with them?

I eat them, that's
what I do with them.

I've got another, if you'd like.

No, no, no.

Thank you.

I... I'm just going to
get out right here.

You don't want it?

No, no, no, no.

It's a very nice night to walk.

Jesus.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

No!
Stop!

Stop!

JOSEPH LANG
July 17th.

I dread the nights coming on now.

The fires on the beach
are more numerous.

And more of them are coming
out at night from the town.

It's more horrifying
than I expected.

A crazy old man told
me a story today

about Point Dune a century ago
and a dark stranger arriving,

and the monstrous
things that happened

to people when he came.

I thought I was going mad.

But worse now, I think the
hideous things I'm seeing

are not imaginary.

What are you doing?

This is bullshit.

I can't get any stations in.

Laura didn't say anything else?

Give a girl a pair of
shoes and she walks out.

On WUVI, radio 94 in Ludlow,

the voice of Idaho.

Idaho?

Idaho?

Where are all the stations here?

Why are they are all out?

There are no stations
in this town.

You can't hear anything.

Can we go, Thom?

It's not that I care.

It's just that I'm scared.

Of what?

I don't know.

I tried to sleep

and I fell in and
out of half dreams.

I remember my father saying
that you're about to awaken when

you dream that you're dreaming.

Thom?

Father?

I felt like I was losing control.

Losing control.

It's not nightmares
any longer, but

something like a sickness that's
still there with the sunrise.

I think my body is being taken
over by some unspeakable evil

that's turning me into...

Arletty, what's wrong?

I don't know.

The light was on in his studio.

I thought maybe he...
I thought something was in there.

Come on.

Come on, it's all right.

But there was a painting.

Come on.

You've been having a bad dream.

Come on, get in.

I don't know what else to do.

Nobody in town knows him.

I don't know where else he'd go.

Arletty, I think you
should leave here.

That's a great idea,
why don't you both leave?

And then maybe I can
get a little sleep!

Hello?

Yes, it is.

What?

Uh... I don't... where?

The police said it must

have been a mental problem.

They had picked up my
father twice in town.

He was found wandering
around before dawn.

He never knew where
he was or what he

was doing on the dark streets.

And then people reported
seeing him on the beach,

building a huge sculpture.

The tide must have
collapsed it on top of him.

After this is over and we get
through with the paperwork,

I think you should take
the young lady out of town.

We're not really a tourist town.

And strangers only
bring problems.

JOSEPH LANG
July 20th.

If the cities of the world
were destroyed tomorrow,

they would all be rebuilt
to look like Point Dune,

entirely normal, quiet.

Silent, though,
because of the shared horror...

I know what's hiding now
beneath its stucco skin.

Amazing grace,
how sweet the sound

that saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost, but now...

How is she?

I remember the night
my father died.

He was coming home
from work, drunk.

He...

It started bleeding out of control.

They found children
eating raw meat.

And it was like the town
was festering with it.

An open sore until
the night that they...

We're never going to
leave this place, are we?

Until the night

they came down out
of the canyon...

Somebody came
while you were gone.

Who?

I don't know.

I heard this noise at
the other end of the house.

It sounded like somebody crying.

I looked all over,
but I didn't see anybody.

I'm bored.

Why don't you,
uh, go to a film.

A what?

A movie.

Oh, a show.

Great.

I get to take the car.

Then you two can
be alone together.

I sat in my father's chair.

The mundane scenes around
me were of Point Dune.

They were slightly
distorted and foreboding,

as if they were hiding some message,
just as I knew now.

The town was hiding
some dark fear.

JOSEPH LANG
July 21st.

My body temperature
has dropped to 85.

This morning I
passed blood again.

It's as if the thing
that's taking over my body

no longer needs human blood.

Arletty, what's wrong?

What is it?

Your hand.

Thom, I didn't feel it.

Why didn't I feel it, Thom?

I don't know.

It's as if the thing

that's taking over my body
no longer needs human blood.

My father had beautiful hands.

They were fine, long,
almost trembling fingers.

He was ashamed and went away.

He used to laugh and say
that after the revolution

he'd be shot,
that pale hands were

the mark of a decadent life.

That's how I knew.

Thom, why did they lie to me?

Those weren't his hands.

They were coarse and large.

That wasn't my father.

You sure?

Yes.

Dah, Toni.

You can't take all three of us.

Wrong.

Help!

Please!

Help.

No!

No!

Wait, please.

You've got to help.

We only live a couple
blocks from here.

We were... we were watching
TV when we heard them.

They... they came crashing
through the sliding glass

door making that... that noise.

That awful noise.

We tried to get the
children, but they

already had them in the hall.

They went after
them like sharks.

My husband dragged
me out and we went

to some neighbors who had guns.

But it didn't stop them.

They kept attacking anyway.

He's still there.

You've got to help.

I... I can't.

What's wrong?

Your eye.

Oh no.

It's too late.

It's starting.

I'm very sorry.

JOSEPH LANG
July 28th.

I cut myself this morning.

My finger was nearly severed.

Without feeling any pain I...
I ripped it off at the joint.

I felt nothing at all.

I... I've been
disintegrating rapidly.

Would you please disperse?

You are ordered to disperse.

Thom?

Father?

Arletty, I tried to warn you.

I dragged one of the bodies
they killed up on the beach,

but you still didn't leave.

Little time left.

We'll have to go.

Tell people on the outside.

Warn them.

That what happened a hundred years
ago is happening again.

What?

Listen.

Please listen.

He came a hundred years ago.

A hunter first saw him.

He told the hunter that he had been

a minister and had
come over the mountains

with the Donner party.

He passed that horrible
winter with them

and saw men commit hideous acts.

He said that he himself
had eaten human flesh,

but had survived because he had faith,
faith in a new master.

The hunter didn't understand
when the dark stranger said he

was spreading his new religion.

When they found the hunter,

he looked as if he'd been
attacked by some kind

of animal, half eaten.

As he was dying, he told
them of the dark stranger.

And they assumed
he was delirious.

When he went into a fit,
biting them like a rabid dog,

they shot him.

The dark stranger
watched the chaos

and he walked into the sea.

And said he would return
100 years later to a world

tired and disillusioned.

A world looking back to
old gods and old dark ways.

Our world.

You've got to go now.

Most of this town's infected.

He's got to be destroyed
before the moon turns blood red

and he returns to
lead them up the coast

and inland into the cities.

We can both go.

They took me and
they did this to me.

Help me.

Help me!

Please, help me!

Help me.

Help me.

Daddy?

We'll go home.

I can't.

I already tasted human flesh.

You got to kill him.

If you love your daddy,
you will kill him.

Can't bury him.

Don't put him in the ground.

Got to burn him.

Destroy his body.

Stay back!

Arletty?

Arletty?

Arletty?

Arletty?

Why didn't you leave?

I came back here to get you.

Thom, it's too late.

God.

I saw them in town.

They're traveling in
packs, like wolves.

I think they'll hold out.

Thom.

I was dreaming.

You were in a forest
and it was snowing.

The trees were wet and
you were looking up.

And I asked you what...
what you were thinking.

You said you were thinking about
all the people who were born

and... and died while the
trees went on living.

Then we came to a
village and we spent

the night in the wood room.

The next day it was so cold
we stayed in bed to keep warm.

Thom, help!

Get out, get out.

We thought we must

have made it out of the town.

And then we saw the first one.

They were coming
down to the beach

as they did every night,
to stare at the ocean and wait.

We could go no further.

They were all around, watching us,
staring at us, as if we

were trapped animals, caught,
already bleeding, yet still

struggling hopelessly.

We hoped to make it to one of
the small boats on the horizon.

And then we would drift back and
head for safety down the coast.

He was having
trouble with his arm.

I had hurt him and now
I couldn't help him.

Boats didn't seem any nearer.

Thom!

Thom!

Thom!

Thom!

Thom!

And the last thing I saw

was the setting sun.

They hadn't let me drown.

They had pulled
me from the water.

They had prevented
my last escape.

That night most of the
town was on the beach.

They built their fires, not for warmth,
but as beacons to be

seen from the black ocean.

They dressed me in an old gown.

I was to be offered.

And following their prophecy,
the moon turned blood red.

And the dark stranger returned.

He let me go with a story
that condemned me, knowing

that they wouldn't listen.

He was right.

I made it back and
they put me here.

He told them of the dark stranger

and they assumed
he was delirious.

When he went into a fit,
biting them like a rabid dog,

they shot him.

The night the moon
turned blood red...

The redder the
moon got up there,

the closer the people were
being jerked into hell.

During the day

they let me out with the others.

We sit in the sun and wait.

We sleep and we dream.

Each of us dying slowly in
the prison of our minds.

And at night,
I roam the empty halls

Listening to their whispering

And trying to find
someone who can hear me

Cause I have to warn them

that back there in that
small town on the coast

they're growing in number

and moving out
into the rest of the world

spreading their sickness

and in order to live

they'll take you one by one

and no one will hear you scream.

No one will hear you scream!