So what's goin' on?
Where's my brother?
Sorry?
Listen, nobody's telling me anything.
Sir, you are going to have to wait
for Dr. Halsey to arrive.
I have no clue-
Dr. Mender to
the mental ward please.
Dr. Mender.
Just one moment.
You must be Andrew Crawford's
brother, Kenneth.
I'm Dr. Halsey and this is my assistant.
Can somebody please tell me
why my brother's in this loony bin?
We prefer the term psychiatric
rehabilitation center.
Really?
Could somebody please tell me
why my brother's in this
whatever you call it?
Your brother was found on
north beach two weeks ago.
When we found him-
Two weeks?
And you're just getting
around to contacting me now?
Will you please come with us, Mr. Crawford?
Dr. Ross dial 102 please.
Dr. Ross please dial 118.
Jesus Christ.
When your brother came
to, it was out of control.
He kept screaming about
monsters trying to k*ll him.
I believe he actually called them demons.
Not monsters, per se.
Indeed, yes.
He attacked two nurses while
trying to escape the hospital.
They'll be fine.
But everyone thought it would be
in your brother's best interests
to get professional attention.
Who is this everyone?
Look, I'm not only his brother.
I'm his only living
relative within 200 miles.
Nobody thought to pick
up a phone and call me?
Let's see here.
Kenneth Howard Crawford
born September 26, 1976,
didn't complete high school,
arrested for heroin possession in 2001,
spent two years in Walpole State Prison,
released after the death
of both of his parents in a car crash.
In 2003, it seems you
spent some time yourself
in a loony bin when you
tried to k*ll yourself
by jumping off a bridge.
Now we all felt it was in
your brother's best interest
if we handled this matter ourselves.
The only reason you were even called
is to see if you could answer some questions
about your brother's activities before his-
Accident.
Yes.
We can go into my office.
It's more comfortable there.
You know, f*ck you all.
Next time you see me will
be with a court order
to get my brother out of this nuthouse.
Andrew.
Andrew.
Andrew, Andrew, Andrew.
Andrew.
Andrew, Andrew, Andrew.
Andrew.
Why don't you just talk to her,
write her a letter or something?
Who writes letters anymore?
It's been years
since I've courted anyone, young man.
I think it was somewhere
between the Bronze and Iron Age.
Yes, great beasts still walked the earth.
You're not that old, Margo.
Old enough, kiddo.
Now be a helpful boy
and hand me that copy of "The Great Gatsby".
What are we doing with all these books?
We're packing them
up to put them in storage.
Why?
Progress.
You see, they're getting
rid of all the classics
to make room for the CDs, DVDs, MP3s
and other bits of Alphabet Soup.
But enough ancient history.
Back to your girl problems.
I know it sounds lame.
I just can't stop thinking about her.
I feel like a big as*h*le.
Pardon my French.
Just ask her out on a date.
A date?
Yes, just pick up the phone and call her.
No.
No, I'm gonna email her because
calling is just personal.
Excuse me.
I'm going to go find the nearest tar pit.
By the way, what is all of this?
All?
That's my goatee.
It reminds me of a New Orleans pimp.
Goddammit, Philip.
We've been waiting for
your friends over an hour.
I am so not missing this party tonight.
Let's go!
Sweet, they'll be here in five minutes.
You've been drinking too much.
I know my limit, sh*t-for-brains!
Get in the car.
It's over between us.
Yes, munchkin.
Hey there.
I saw you lookin' at me.
Actually just lookin' for a bartender.
So do you wanna get outta here?
This place is kinda depressing.
Jesus.
My dreams aren't even this easy.
What are you, a hooker?
Do I look like a hooker?
Not necessarily.
I just figured a non-hooker would be offended
by being called a hooker
and then I'd realize this
was actually happening.
I could find an ATM and we
could get this party started.
That's quite a plan you got there.
Unfortunately,
even a hooker would be offended
by being called a hooker.
Okay.
What do they like to be called then?
I don't know.
Monetarily sexual.
Why are you hitting on me?
I think you're cute.
You think I'm cute.
I'm a f*ck' wreck.
You're a lot better off
than the other guys here.
Okay, well why don't you go elsewhere?
'Cause I'm ready to go home.
I don't care if you're
all backed up right now.
I've been waiting for a
g*dd*mn tow for over an hour.
You know, tonight is my birthday party.
No one seems to care or notice,
but it's pretty important to me.
So why don't you take
your hillbilly little a*s
and get in your hillbilly truck
and drive all the way down here
and fix this piece of sh*t if
you know what's good for you?
Why don't you just calm down?
f*ck you, Philip.
No, not f*ck you.
f*ck my spineless c*m rag of a boyfriend.
But you know what?
While you're at it,
why don't you go f*ck yourself too?
The m*therf*cker hung up on me!
Can't imagine why.
Where are you going?
You know,
I don't know why everyone's
being such a f*ck tonight,
but I'm going to my birthday party
if it's the last thing I do.
Are you crazy?
It's a two-hour walk from here.
It's pitch black.
Let's see if we can get
some tunes goin' in here.
A needless horror
Beyond description
Honey, I got the car started.
It's father pity
Honey?
Hello?
Can any of you shitkickers tell me
where to find the main road?
Hello?
You have pretty eyes.
Beyond appearing
Yog-Sohoth is greeting
Can no one escape this
fear he is creating
A needless horror
What the f*ck?
I'm sorry. Did I wake you?
You know, I did most of the work tonight.
The least you could do is stay awake.
So what brings you to the island?
Do you have family around here?
Yeah, kinda.
Came out here to see my brother
which I shoulda done a long time ago.
Now I can't even see him.
Why can't you see him?
I really don't wanna talk about it.
Is he in trouble?
No, I don't think so.
For a late-night pickup,
you're a little too interested
in my personal life.
Don't you think?
I'm not.
I mean I'm just.
Your brother sounds troubled.
Just a feeling.
And we've had a string of
murders on this island.
So I was just thinking maybe
he could've heard something
or he could have encountered
someone, who knows?
Look, I know we're about to f*ck.
But don't you think it's a little strange
to be accusing one's brother of m*rder?
I wasn't.
I mean, I was just.
I was just-
You're a f*ck' reporter, aren't you?
No.
What?
No.
What gives you that idea?
So this is your big plan:
take me back to your place
and exchange information for bodily fluids?
That is a shitty plan.
No.
Bodily?
No, no, no.
I'm just.
No, I like you.
I thought you were cute.
I'm sorry. I'm new at this, okay?
Just pull over the f*ck' car, okay?
It's important that someone finds out
what's happening on this island.
All of these murders
and everyone's acting
like nothing's happening.
I need your help.
I can't even help myself.
Now pull over the f*cking.
I am totally screwed.
You're screwed?
What about that guy?
No, you don't understand.
I'm on probation.
If the cops find out about this,
they're gonna lock me up
and throw away the key.
Pity.
With your fingerprints
all over the steering wheel like that,
it's gonna be a real b*tch.
What?
You're the one driving.
Who's your witness, this guy?
What, you're gonna blackmail me now?
It's all for a good cause.
If you help me get to
the bottom of this story,
in turn, you're helping your brother.
You know?
I think I liked it better when
you were gonna take me back
to your place and have sex with me instead.
Do you know what you're doing?
Well I don't know CPR,
but I know what breathing sounds like.
Is he?
I don't think so.
God!
We have to get off this island.
We have to get off this island.
Listen, we'll take you to a hospital
and then you can get off the island
and do whatever the hell you wanna do.
Hospital? No.
Take me to the ferry.
We must get off this island
before it's too late.
Okay, we'll take you to the ferry.
Yeah.
Ferry's on the way to the hospital, right?
Well thank god he's drunk.
Probably saved his life.
Why do you say that?
Well when you're drunk,
your body tends to go soft.
That's why drunk drivers
walk away from accidents
that would k*ll other people.
You seem to have healthy
knowledge of that subject.
Well I'm an occasional
alcoholic, I will admit.
But I'm a funny drunk.
We must get to Sentinel
Hill before the Equinox
before it's too late.
He's not a funny drunk.
Hi.
Sorry to bother you.
We.
We, um.
We're the people that hit the old guy.
Yeah.
Anyway, since we sort of put him here,
we were wondering if you
could give us his name.
His name is Elias Rice.
I'll let you know if we
find any family in the area
to keep him company.
Thank you so much.
I really appreciate it.
So what was that old guy talkin' about?
What's this Sentinel Hill?
It's on the other end of the island.
It is where the original settlers of Dunwich
first built the...
Well pardon me.
You know, I'm trying to give you
an important history lesson here.
You're not even paying attention.
I know this girl.
She's been missing for weeks.
I have a terrible feeling
she's gonna turn up like all the others.
How do you know her?
No, my brother sent me an
email with her picture in it
right before he vanished.
I think they just started dating.
I can't believe my brother Andrew would-
I don't think so either,
but you can bet the officials
are gonna try to pin it on him.
Why?
Because the townspeople are out for blood
and your brother is the
perfect sacrificial lamb.
Listen, I need you to help me.
I have selfish reasons for doing this,
but you need to help your
brother and I need a story.
Deal?
I'm gonna need another drink.
Now Andrew, I want you to
count down from 10 to one.
10,
nine,
eight,
seven,
six,
five,
four,
three,
two,
one.
Well she's a snappy tomato.
Hey Evan.
That's just something for
my life drawing class.
I see her every Friday at the club.
Looks-wise, I can totally
understand the obsession.
I'm not obsessed.
She's just really sketchable.
Sketchable?
More like sketchy in general.
What do you mean by that?
Look, just come down
to the club this weekend.
My band Suicide Pudding's performing
and Nikki always goes to our shows.
Do you know if she has a boyfriend, Evan?
No, last I knew she was
dating Otto something or other.
Otto Bellenger.
Yeah, that's the one.
His family's one of the
richest on the island.
Followed next in line by Nikki's.
Nothing attracts money like money, you know?
In other words,
she's not gonna give
some poor b*stard like me
the time of day.
Listen, man.
I'm gonna give you one piece of advice.
Don't ever date the ones
who can hear ticking, okay?
She moves in sequence
And it's all
Move
She can't ignore
You
Your eyes bleed blue
D'you mind if I stay
And spend the night
Pushin' the silence
D'you mind if I say
What's on my mind
Babe
Babe
I wanna put it in you
Baby
I wanna put it in you
Down there
I wanna put it in you
You
D'you mind if I stay
And spend the night
Pushin' the silence
D'you mind if I say
What's on my mind
Babe
Babe
I wanna put it in you
Down there
I wanna put it in you
Baby
I wanna put it in you
You
You
You
This pit
Sits in my stomach
Just like a rotten cherry
Thoughts of you
Keep it alive
And it won't go away
My hope
Once ran eternal
Do you see something you like?
I'm Andrew Crawford.
I know you from school.
Well Andrew, I'm Nikki Hartwell.
So do you wanna dance?
Push it out of the way
Nikki,
you are so shy.
That's not her real name.
Nikki is not her real name.
Shut the f*ck up, Nigel.
It's Samantha.
Nikki is just her nickname
if you get my meaning.
She's a seriously sick twist, dude.
Let's get outta here, Andrew.
That's not her real name.
She's not even.
Get out.
This isn't a f*cking hotel.
Hey man.
I tell you, this is the good life.
Just think about it, bro.
Some poor b*stard right now is miserable
sitting in an office
while we get to breathe this fresh air
and have the sun beaming on our backs.
Dude, we work in a f*ck' graveyard.
We make six bucks an hour
and don't get any benefits.
How the f*ck is that the good life?
Hey, don't knock it.
My father used to work here
and his father before him.
I guess you can say our
families always been in graves.
Look, I have to leave early tonight.
I've got a date and I don't wanna pick her up
smellin' like sweat and death.
Yeah, I got a date with my mother.
Yeah, she gonna make Velveeta
casserole with hot dogs
and we're gonna break open a six pack
and watch reruns of
"Chico and the Man". Yeah.
Dear God, get me off this f*cking island.
But you know, there's somethin' strange
about the way my mom makes the Velveeta.
It's so good.
I'll tell you somethin', it's so good.
When she went to the bathroom,
I stuck my finger in and I eat it.
She saw me eat it.
I don't know how she saw me eat it
because she slapped me in the
back of the head like a ninja.
I didn't even see her coming, you know?
Don't mind him.
He's from France.
He just wants to know who you are, sweetie.
I'm Andrew Crawford.
I'm here to pick up Nikki.
Delightful.
Care to join us for supper?
I get such strange
cravings when I'm pregnant.
Such strange cravings.
Mother, you're not
tormenting Andrew now, are you?
No.
No, sweet pea.
We're just getting to know the boy.
Right, baby?
I'm sorry.
My parents are a little-
Eccentric.
More like f*cking insane.
Where to?
I have a little hideaway on
the other side of the island.
Do you wanna see it?
I'd love to see your hideaway.
I want you to feel what you're doing to me.
Don't be afraid, Andrew.
I want you to do it.
Just take what you want
and make both of us happy.
Someone in the club mean
when he said that your
name wasn't really Nikki?
Why don't you just forget about that, okay?
I'm not gonna forget about it.
Yes, my name isn't Nikki.
It's Samantha.
Just like he said.
So why do you call yourself Nikki then?
Do you wanna know?
Do you wanna taste my forbidden fruit?
I wanna know
everything about you.
You like?
Why'd you do this yourself?
You know, you act all tough,
but you're kinda soft in the middle.
No, I like that.
I like that you're gentle.
Soft
but hard in all the right places.
One more stupid question.
Why are all of your fishbowls empty?
They're not empty, silly.
The fish are invisible.
They walk unseen and foul in lonely places
where the Words have been spoken
and the Rites howled through the seasons.
The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are
and the Old Ones shall be
not in the spaces we know
them but between them.
They walk serene and primal,
undimensioned to us unseen.
Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate,
whereby the spheres meet.
Man rules where they rule once.
They shall rule where man is now.
After summer is winter
and after winter's summer.
They wait patient and potent,
for here shall they reign again.
Andrew.
Andrew. - Andrew.
Andrew.
Andrew.
Andrew.
Andrew, Andrew, Andrew.
Dear god.
They'll k*ll us.
They'll k*ll us all.
It's okay, sir.
I'm here to take care of you.
It's all going to be okay.
You don't understand.
This should relax you.
You may feel a slight prick.
Need any help in here?
He just needed to take his medicine.
Coffee?
You betcha.
So now Andrew,
tell us what happened in the
weeks after meeting Nikki.
Everything was perfect.
She made everything perfect.
Beautiful women tend to
have that effect, don't they?
Yes.
Beautiful.
She was beautiful.
Everything was perfect until.
Until what, Andrew?
What happened?
Otto.
Otto happened.
On the seventh day I was at the bar
I still can't believe that
you dated Otto Bellenger.
That guy is such a f*ck' scumbag.
Granted,
he didn't treat me as sweetly as you do.
But he had some good points about him.
Like what?
He's a spoiled trust fund brat.
You know, I heard his family made their money
helpin' the Nazis out in the w*r.
Prescott Bellenger, he would-
That is just a rumor.
Wow.
Rumor or not, that guy makes my skin crawl.
He's like some kinda freakish,
slimy, weasily man or something.
Freakish, slimy, weasily man.
That's a new one on me.
Otto, hey.
You know, I've gotten
sleaze, pervert, decadent.
My personal favorite: the snobbish debutant.
But freakish, slimy,
weasily man, that's original.
I mean you are.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, you know what?
At least I know Nikki's found herself a man
that's gonna tell it like it is.
Look, lemme get you a drink to apologize.
Don't think for a moment
I'm not takin' you up on that.
Can I have another pitcher?
Thanks.
Started out good
Thanks.
I swear
after that,
I am never working with her again.
Work with her?
I didn't know you worked.
Yeah, when'd you decide to get a job, Otto?
God, not work work.
No, I will never hire her as a model again.
That girl is on the fast track to Jello land.
So you're an artist, right?
Let's just say
I've taken up photography lately.
I like it.
It's lurid, yet innocent.
It's like Disneyland on crack.
Hey Andrew, get that arm out of the way.
You're blockin' the light.
f*ck you, Otto.
You can f*ck me all you want.
Just stop blockin' her light.
Hey Nikki baby,
why don't you lick your lips for me?
Make 'em glisten.
Nice.
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about.
That's a big lens you got there, Otto.
Yeah.
Helps me get right into the action.
Well what're you waiting for?
Tryin' to one-up me, Andrew?
I don't
think I'm ready for that.
Why not?
Sure?
You can make her really wet if you are.
Ain't that right, baby?
Okay.
Let's start with Otto on top
then maybe we'll switch it out.
Nikki, baby.
Turn on the flash.
Don't worry, Andrew.
It hurts less in the dark.
He is so f*cking boring.
How can you stand it?
I like him.
He's sweet to me.
Sweet?
He's a complete dork.
He was f*ck' ghastly in the sack.
And if he started cryin' one more time,
I'm just gonna punch him in
the face and watch him die.
You know, Otto?
You could try being sweet.
Yeah, I don't do sweet.
I'll show you how to be sweet.
I'll show you on your knees.
I told you she was bad news.
Why didn't you listen to me, man?
I know.
I just can't stop thinking about her.
Thinking about her?
Andrew, 20 minutes ago,
this girl had you completely f*cked up.
You don't even realize it.
Just forget the name
Nikki Hartwell altogether.
Dios mio!
You play pelvis pinochle on Nikki Hartwell?
Man.
You bag hotter h*s than me, man.
He's so stupid he doesn't even realize
he's bein' played for a sucker.
Enjoy gettin' f*cked in the a*s again.
Hey, you got room down there for one more?
Sure, man.
Just grab a shovel.
You know, people are just dyin'
to get in here.
You get it?
Been dyin' to get in here.
It's a graveyard.
Come on, man.
You sad I say a joke or somethin', man.
Come on, laugh.
He-he-he.
Laugh, man.
It's funny.
I thought it was funny, man.
You don't like to laugh.
Man, you in a bad mood or somethin'.
Hey, what're you doin'?
It's beautiful outside, isn't it?
Fall in New England?
There ain't nothin' like it.
I'm Upton.
You must be Andrew Crawford.
Bet you'd like to go outside,
wouldn't you, Andrew?
Being cooped up inside of here
with all these headshrinkers.
That'd drive anybody nuts.
Would you like to go for a walk?
I could do that for you.
You know why?
'Cause I'm your new friend.
Your new friend, Upton.
Let's go for a walk.
Excuse me.
What are you doin' with my patient?
What's your name?
Where's your ID badge?
b*stards.
I take it that didn't go
as smoothly as you hoped for.
It's typical small-town bullshit.
Let's go to police records
and see if we can find anything there
and then let's get a drink.
You're singin' my favorite song.
Line me up another, Sammy.
Sorry, Mac.
You've had enough tonight.
Never tell an old
seadog when he's had enough.
Now gimme another.
That's not gonna happen, my friend.
Wait, wait.
Lemme show you somethin'.
What?
Look at it.
Beautiful, isn't it?
I'll give it to you for another few drinks.
Get out.
What?
I don't know where the
hell you found that thing,
but somethin' tells me that it's bad luck.
There's no such thing as bad luck.
Happy hour in Dunwich.
Nice.
I hate to sound paranoid,
but I'm beginning to suspect a coverup.
Okay, Agatha Christie.
What do you think's goin' on?
Well typically the newspaper has access
to all crime scene photos and documents,
unless it's being investigated by the FBI.
But for the first time since
I've been at the paper,
I haven't been able to get d*ck.
I'm not goin' there.
What'd they tell you in the records room?
That the investigation is closed
to the uninitiated public.
What the hell's that mean?
Listen, Town Hall closes at five.
It gets dark around 9:00 p.m.
So if we-
Wait, so if we what?
What are you thinking?
That it's a really old building
and I didn't see any alarm system.
You're kidding, right?
I need a story
and you need to help your brother, remember?
There is no way that I
am breaking in to Town Hall
so that you can play amateur sleuth.
You have to help me.
No, I don't.
Yes, you do! - No, I don't.
Yes, you do!
I can't believe you talked to me into this.
It's a gift I have.
Do you have a plan of
action if we get caught?
Actually I do. Mr. Cynical.
If we get caught,
we just say we're a young horny couple
looking for an adventurous
sexual trysting place.
Sure you don't write for "Penthouse Forum"?
So tell me about your brother.
You think now's the time for smalltalk?
I'm sorry, I talk when I'm nervous.
I can't help it.
It's a trait I get from my mother.
She did it all the time like in
Sicily, you know?
And then my dad would look
at her just like that.
And then he started
taking more hours on work.
He's my adopted brother if you must know.
Okay.
His parents left him
in front of an orphanage
right after he was born.
That's sad.
Not for him.
He doesn't know.
Nobody told him?
No, my family thought it
was in his best interest.
Can we cut the chitchat
and get the hell outta here, all right?
I've already spent time in jail
and I'm in no rush to get back.
Bingo.
What the?
Looks like you're not
so paranoid after all.
This doesn't make any sense.
Why would they want-
This is our cue to start sucking face.
Crap.
Let's go.
Who would wanna cover this up?
I mean it's not like this
is political or anything.
They're just kids.
Did someone just try to k*ll us?
You know, Marsha?
You really possess a keen sense
of investigative intuition.
God.
Don't worry, son.
This won't hurt a bit.
Inside every one is an unforgivable secret
and we're here to help
you find out what it is.
Clear.
Feel me, Andrew.
I want you to feel me.
No.
This isn't right.
Feel deep inside me, Andrew.
I'm so warm.
I love it when you do that.
I love feeling your flesh inside mine.
Hello?
Andrew, it's Nikki.
I have to see you.
What's wrong?
I can't talk right now.
Meet me at the diner on Pawtucket Avenue
in 10 minutes, okay?
Yeah, yeah. All right.
But what's goin'?
I can't believe they're gonna k*ll him.
I told him not to borrow
money from those guys,
but he wouldn't listen.
How much does he owe?
10,000.
10,000 by Friday.
So why are you coming to me about this?
It's not like I have that kinda money
and I'm not really that fond of the guy,
especially after what he did to me.
You don't know these people, Andrew.
But I do.
They're not just gonna k*ll Otto.
They're gonna come after me next.
I know they will.
I'm your last chance.
All right.
You have any idea how I can
come up with 10 grand by Friday?
I think so.
There's this local legend-
Sounds bad.
About a book.
It's very rare and very expensive.
It's supposedly buried
in Smith Grove Cemetery.
That sounds even worse.
It's worth $100,000, Andrew.
With that money, you could save my life
and we could get off the
island and start fresh.
Would you really leave this island with me?
Of course.
All right.
I know who to talk to.
I'll give you a call by noon on Friday.
I knew you'd help me, Andrew.
You have a good heart.
So where's Otto?
Some friends took him in the woods to hide
while I could try to find the money.
He should safe there for awhile.
Does this book have a name?
There's a copy of my
brother's diary in here.
I thought only girls kept diaries.
That was awful sexist of you.
Confirmed sexist.
Proud of it.
There's a lotta mention of this librarian
named Margo in here.
Do you know Margo?
I hate to admit it,
but I haven't been in a library in years.
I have a hunch this is gonna work.
Wow.
He really was in love with this Nikki girl.
I wonder what it was about her.
Word on the island was that she was a sl*t.
My brother has better taste than that.
sl*t
Good god.
I bet we find that symbol
on every one of the victims.
Why would the police hide this?
I don't know.
But there's somethin' strange about it.
I feel like I've seen that
symbol somewhere before.
I just can't place my finger on it.
Well the library opens in five hours.
They have to have an occult section.
Maybe we can get some answers there.
Your brother's
with us now because you failed.
We have him now
someplace dark and wet.
When I was younger,
I used to take my brother Andrew out
fishing on my dad's boat.
One day.
One day, I was just teasing him and
I pushed him overboard.
I knew that he couldn't swim.
I just wanted to scare him.
The undertow, it just pulled him in.
How could you have known?
I panicked.
I mean I could have jumped
in and saved him, but
I just froze.
I mean luckily there was a boat nearby
and you know, there were some guys
that came by and rescued him.
But if it wasn't for them, he would've died.
It wasn't your fault.
It was an accident, Kenneth.
No, I failed.
I failed at being a good
brother at the exact moment
that he needed me most,
just like I fail at everything in life.
Well now it's your time not to fail.
Hey, you're gonna be strong for Andrew.
You're not gonna let him down again.
Yeah.
We'll figure it out.
Just hold on a second. Wait.
I just wanted to ask you somethin'.
I know last night you were
havin' like an episode.
That was a bad word.
You had like a thing last night.
But I thought that there was like
a, you know?
I mean I don't understand
'cause I mean you had an opportunity.
To have sex?
Make love.
Red, you're like my sister.
Good morning.
How can I help you?
I was wondering if you
had an occult section.
A what?
An occult section.
You know, supernatural.
I don't believe we have
anything like that here.
Good day.
How about something on witches?
No, nothing of the sort.
Satanists?
Well I'll be.
Devil worshipers, blood cults, demonology.
Any of this ringing a bell?
Listen, can we talk to Margo?
Maybe she can help.
Margo?
Did you say Margo?
Yes, I was told she worked here.
Son, are you tryin' to
play a sick joke on us?
I for one don't find it amusing in the least.
What are you talkin' about?
Margo Warren is-
You'll find Margo on the second floor
by the nonfiction section.
Thank you.
You ever get the feeling
you're being watched?
Yeah.
Let's just find this woman.
That's not possible.
You're not that old, Margo.
Old enough, kiddo.
That can't be.
Can't be.
She's.
She's a-
A ghost?
Young lady, there are certain things
you wouldn't understand.
Even if you did live a long, full life.
Well, well.
I guess you've run into the
Dunwich welcoming committee.
We sure know how to make our
tourists feel right at home.
Yessiree.
I thought you-
Through Yog-Sothoth,
all things are possible.
Hurry up!
Get into the car!
How do I know I can trust you?
I just shot the bad guy.
What more do you want from me?
Jesus!
We come to bring you
peace.
You got the Necronomicon?
The what?
The Necronomicon.
You don't have it, do ya?
I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Well looks like we're gonna have to take
a little trip to Pop's place.
Pop's?
Over the river and through the woods
to grandfather's house we go.
Looks like my day just got a little worse.
Lemme tell ya if the Whateley Clan
gets their hands on that book,
you're likely to have a
lousy f*ck' eternity.
Why is there tinfoil on the windows?
It stops the things from
outside from lookin' in.
Silly me.
When did he say he was gonna call?
He said he'd call at noon.
Just try to relax.
Relax.
I wouldn't trust that kid
with unzipping his fly,
let alone what we're asking him to pull off.
Otto, honey.
Is there anything Ty and I can do for you?
Ty, you got your kit bag with you?
Of course.
Lemme show you our daily lunch specials are.
May I suggest some tasty
Oxies for an appetizer?
Just try not to get too f*cked
up, will you?
I won't.
I promise.
C'mon, Penrod.
Okay.
f*ck' ball-and-chain b*tch.
By the way, name's Upton.
Upton Armitage.
All right, most important things first.
That cult that you had the
misfortune of running in to
back there at the library?
They're all descendants of
a family called Whateley.
Now the Whateleys have been tryin' to summon
a dark god named Yog-Sothoth into this world.
Now they got 1/2 copy of the Necronomicon
about a century ago
and they got the summoning
part about half right too.
Result?
One of them, Lavinia Whateley
gives birth to Yog-Sothoth's
love child or children.
What has been set
in motion cannot be stopped
and it was written in
the stars many eons ago.
This has been foretold.
The midwife swore
that she had never seen a child
so large as the one born to Lavinia
and they named him Wilber.
Soon mankind will
become as the Great Old Ones;
free and wild, beyond good and evil
with laws and morals thrown aside
and all men screaming and
k*lling and reveling in joy.
But stranger still,
the woman claimed that Lavinia
had obviously already
given birth to one child
by the time she had arrived,
one who ripped her up
pretty badly in the process.
Her father said that the
first child had been stillborn
but the midwife never saw a body.
From the gulfs of
space to the wells of night,
ever the praises of Him
who is not to be named.
Black Goat with a thousand young.
Are you gettin' all this?
Good.
Anyway, little Wilber
grows up with the family harpin' on 'em
that he needs to get a full
copy of the Necronomicon.
The Necronomicon?
Why the sudden interest?
I mean I don't know.
Isn't it important?
I mean they keep it locked up and on display.
It's a very valuable book, of course.
But it's also a very evil book
that attracts equally evil people to it.
I don't understand.
How can a book be evil?
So no wonder when little
Wilber Whateley grows up,
he goes to the university
library on the island
where they got a full
copy of the book, right?
This is one of only three known copies
in public collections.
This is a partial copy
and a translation of a translation at that.
The university used to own the only copy
in the original Arabic.
They used to?
Yes. In 1924,
a young man named Wilber Whateley
came to the university to study the book.
At the time, we had neither
the funds nor the opportunity
to translate the book.
So his offer to do so piqued our interest,
even though his academic
credentials were sorely lacking
that he possessed a partial copy himself
promised to aid in the translation effort.
So we allowed it
under one condition that the book
and all of his translation notes
remained in the library at all times.
'Course the book's curators were curious
and couldn't help but peruse
some of the translation
before it was entirely finished.
The contents of the book were
disturbing to say the least.
Lengthy descriptions of
the botched sacrificial
and sexual rituals
intended to summon an
entity called Yog-Sothoth
from a place outside of time and space.
Concerned about the contents
of the translations,
one of the curators
decided to confront Wilber
about what exactly he intended to do
regarding this manuscript
once this translation was finished.
Do you hear me?
You promised to leave all of your notes here!
Mr. Whateley!
You are a thing from Hell.
There is no Hell.
There is no Heaven.
There is only Yog-Sothoth.
So when he's found out,
Wilber gags the librarian,
steals the book and heads home.
And here's where the mystery twin
comes back into the picture, all right?
When the cops show up to arrest him,
they find his mangled corpse
which looked like had been eaten
by 1,000 tiny sharp-tooth animal bites.
Tasty.
Anyway further,
the entire wall of the old house
had been blown out from the inside
and these gigantic unworldly-looking tracks
led away from the old house
towards Sentinel Hill.
I mean we figure that the old twin
must've gotten kinda bored
and wanted to summon good-old
daddy Yog-Sothoth himself.
I thought you said your
grandfather had the book.
Thankfully, some of the
eggheads over at the university
who had been studying the Necronomicon
that Whateley left behind,
they came in to investigate.
And those of you, you guessed it
Rice, Morgan and my
grandfather Henry Armitage.
They put the metaphysical smackdown
on whatever it was that was
tryin' to enter this world.
You know, make the sh*t outside stay outside.
Make what's in here stay in here.
So what happened?
Well you see, they f*cked up.
f*cked up like how?
Well they closed the gate all right
and chopped Wilber's twin in half.
Part in this world and part out there.
That didn't k*ll it.
No sh*t.
Tonight, the Whateleys are gonna put
Humpty Dumpty back together again.
After the smoke cleared,
Armitage took possession of the full copy
of the Necronomicon.
In the years that followed,
there were many attempts on his life.
That book attracts evil
men like a lightning rod.
So he thought it best that the book
never see the light of day again.
What did he do with it?
Well in his later years,
he left instructions for Rice and Morgan
that when he died to have
the book buried with him
in the Dunwich cemetery.
Wasn't he afraid of
graverobbers stealing it?
Armitage learned a few things
from the Necronomicon over the years.
Among the instructions were that the book
should be hidden inside of his body
and that certain curses
be chanted over the tomb.
No, Whateley or anyone in their right mind
would ever set foot in that crypt.
Margo, you don't believe
in any of this stuff, do you?
I mean it seems really farfetched.
I have my reasons to believe.
I cannot believe you talked me into this.
Look, you'll get your cut.
I promise.
That's not what I'm worried about.
You don't have to worry
about any moral issues with me, Andrew.
I'm just in it for the money.
Look, when we get there,
Batz, you stay with the car.
Evan and I will go to the crypt, all right?
Okie dokie, boss.
Whatever you want.
This is completely and
utterly f*cking insane.
All right, Andrew.
Where's the cemetery?
The map says it's like a
mile into the woods that way.
Yeah, look.
It says sudden death here.
Batz, shut up. - Shh.
No, look.
It's even underlined.
Let's go.
At least he left me with the flashlight
'cause there's kinda creatures and stuff
probably comin' outta the
ground and everything like that.
Dios mio.
Hey Andrew.
If I die, please don't bury me here.
This is it.
So remind me why are we here again?
Didn't your librarian friend tell you
that this place was cursed?
I don't believe in curses or black magic
or any of that other
bullshit, neither should you.
Yeah, but you know what I do believe in?
Not getting arrested.
And that's exactly what's gonna happen
when the police show up
and find us tryin' to break
into this dude's tomb.
Give me that.
Not only will I give it to you,
I'll tell you where to put it too.
You know, it's not so bad out here.
There nothing scary in the woods.
Let's do this.
sh*t.
It smells like rotting onions and death.
Goddammit.
Somebody got here before we did.
The book's gone.
So the Whateleys got it.
No, no.
It must've been Andrew.
I mean he's the only other one that could've.
Hey, what do you mean?
How does he fit into all of this?
You know he's adopted, right?
Yeah.
He's a Whateley?
A Whateley?
Hell no.
Don't you get it?
He's my baby brother.
Jesus.
The soul that pines for eternity
shall outspan death.
You dweller of the Twilight Void come.
So now what?
We get the book.
See, I knew you were gonna say that.
But I guess part of me was
still hoping you'd say,
"Hey, let's grab a cheeseburger
and call it a night."
I guess hope springs eternal, huh?
Yeah.
Just move the arms.
Sorry, man.
You owe much more than 10%, my friend.
Much more.
All right, first course of business.
We go in there and we get
our brother outta the asylum.
'Cause they already tried to k*ll him once
and no doubt they're gonna
try to k*ll him again.
Hello Andrew?
What's going on?
That's fantastic.
I knew you'd do it.
When will you be here?
Great.
We'll be waiting for you.
I love you, Andrew.
C'mon, let's go.
Andrew, we can't just leave him like this.
We robbed this guy's grave.
We at least have to put it back.
Who f*ck' cares?
Fine, I'll do it myself.
At least I have a conscience.
All this for a book that's
not even worth a dime.
You all right?
Yeah, it's just a nick.
Come on, boys.
I got a bottle of Uncle
Bunky's ripper on ice.
Come on, let's go.
We'll get you somethin' for that hand
after we bring this to Nikki, all right?
I just wanna get the hell outta here.
I'm startin' to feel sick to my stomach, man.
Batz.
Where the hell are you?
Batz! - Dude, shut up.
You're gonna get the attention
of every cop on the island.
He probably walked home.
He lives like 20 minutes from here.
I shouldn't have told him.
Andrew.
Are you sure about this?
What if Otto finds out?
If Otto finds us,
I'll just ask him to join in.
I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?
Yeah. Yeah, I would.
You're a filthy pervert.
Aren't you, Penrod?
A filthy, slimy pervert.
I am.
And with all that money
we're gettin' from that book,
I think I'll be able to
better afford my vices.
What is your best choice?
I don't know, f*cking?
What's yours?
Eyes.
I'm a sucker for a nice pair of eyes.
I never had anyone do that to me before.
That's pretty hot.
Trust me.
It gets better.
The windows to the soul.
It's also a very evil book
that attracts equally-evil people to it.
We're wasting our time.
They're not gonna let him out.
Didn't your mother ever teach you anything?
It's not what you're askin' for.
It's how you ask.
You gotta pull over, man.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Evan.
I can't pull over right now.
We're gonna be there in five minutes.
Just hold on.
I don't know what happened.
My head is just so dizzy.
It feels like it's gonna explode.
Please, man.
Come on.
All right, we're gonna be there soon, okay?
Just hold on.
Penrod, where the f*ck are you?
Where the hell are you, Penrod?
Penrod?
f*ck!
f*ck!
All right, I gotta get this book
and bring it to Nikki, okay?
I'll be right back.
Andrew, please.
You need to get me to a hospital, man.
What the f*ck?
Nikki?
I'll be right back.
I'll be right back, okay?
I want my brother outta
this nuthouse, pronto.
Sir, to allow your brother to be released,
you'll have to fill out Form 223-A,
have it signed and stamped
by a notary public,
fax or mail that document.
I see you have the easy form.
See? I told you.
It's all about the presentation.
All right, can you go find my brother?
I wanna make sure she
doesn't go wandering off.
I'll be right back.
Don't go anywhere.
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posy
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down
Andrew?
It's time to go now.
Andrew's not here right now.
But if you'd like to leave a message,
wait for the scream.
Stay here.
Nikki.
Nikki, where are you?
Right here, lover.
Nikki.
What's going on? Are you all right?
Hey stud.
Not only does he suck in bed,
he's not too bright, is he?
What?
Give us the book, Andrew.
Give us the book and everything will be fine.
Listen, the only thing
I'm concerned about is Evan.
I need to get him to a hospital.
He's got a really bad infection.
Soon all of that will be irrelevant.
Once Yog-Sothoth is reborn into the flesh,
the gate between life and
death will be at His command.
Andrew.
I think I'm really sick, Andrew.
Nikki.
My name isn't Nikki, Andrew.
Nor is it Samantha.
It's Lavinia.
Lavinia Whateley,
named for my great grandmother.
Before those pretty eyes
fill up with your own blood,
I want you to look at me.
Look at me!
In about one hour,
this world is gonna change.
We're about to shake things
up here on Planet Earth.
But before you sink into a
deep, black nothing,
I want you to remember one thing:
you could have prevented this,
but you failed.
You f*cking failed!
Armageddon isn't like horseshoes, sport.
There is no close.
Hey you big bully,
why don't you pick on somebody
your own size or species?
Look who it is,
good-old Upton Armitage.
Now that's gonna get me
some serious brownie points
with the Outer Ones.
What you got there,
some mystical little doodads
comin' to put the whammy on me?
If you just hold on one
second, I got somethin' for ya.
You know, that hocus pocus juju sh*t
can't stop me.
It didn't work 100 years ago.
It ain't gonna work today.
Just hold on a second.
Drat.
Why did I leave 'em back at the house?
Aww.
Looks like you're sh*t
outta luck there, sport.
I think you're sh*t outta luck, sport.
You dickhead.
Can you get up?
That's a good look for you,
kinda hamburger chic.
They must've already gotten Andrew.
We gotta get to Sentinel Hill.
We gotta get to Sentinel Hill right now.
This is all my fault.
I should've come in and got him myself.
Kenny, come on!
We gotta go now.
Look, you got a choice.
We can either let them k*ll our brother
and you can let her death be for nothing
or you can help me rescue our brother.
It's your choice.
When we get to Sentinel Hill,
you're gonna have a choice to make, Andrew.
A choice?
Yes.
A long time ago,
one of your ancestors did
something to one of mine.
Wilber Whateley.
No, it was his twin brother,
my late great, great uncle.
So what's this choice?
You're gonna help us lift the curse
that your grandfather laid
by spilling your seed on
the ground where it happened
or your blood.
Either way, those of us
who have inherited the blood of Yog-Sothoth
will herald His son's return
into this world tonight
and he will lead us in the
final Rite to open the gate.
So what's it gonna be, Andrew?
f*ck her again or get f*cked?
What are you doing?
How about f*ck you both?
Could somebody please tell me
why my brother's in this loony bin?
What has been set
in motion cannot be stopped.
It was written in the stars many eons ago.
This has been foretold.
Soon mankind will become
as the Great Old Ones;
free and wild, beyond good and evil
with laws and morals thrown aside
and all men screaming and
k*lling and reveling in joy.
Come now.
Come before your twilight void.
I have returned and I
bring the Words of the gods.
They are pleased,
but they require one more sacrifice
to satisfy their time is ending.
Come forth, Great One,
and complete the cycle.
Your time to rule the world has come again,
as it was before and as it shall always be
until the last breath of time.
The Old Ones are and the Old Ones shall be.
As they have always been.
Not in the spaces
we know but between them.
Beyond space and
time, they wait.
Yog-Sothoth knows the gate.
Yog-Sothoth is the gate.
Yog-Sothoth is the key and
the guardian of the gate.
Tonight we open the gate.
Past, present and future,
all are one in Yog-Sothoth.
Yog-Sothoth is beyond all time.
He knows where the Old
Ones broke through of old
and where they will break through again.
Tonight,
the gate shall be opened.
So what's the plan?
Well my first instinct would be
is go in there, start killin'
people, steal the book.
That should f*ck up their little tea party.
Yeah, I can get behind that.
'Kay, ready?
All right, you go get Andrew.
I'll take care of Nikki.
Brother.
Andrew?
Kenny.
Get the book.
Get the book!
You let me die, Kenneth.
Now I live for Yog-Sothoth.
Well now it's your time not to fail.
You're gonna be strong for Andrew.
You're not gonna let him die again.
Why?
Why?
The death song of every
martyr through history.
No!
No!
No!
In the end, all things return to the sea.
I thought I lost you
But I really lost myself
Too much time wasted
In this hell
Born to the earth like
God songs of me
And my vision is blurred
Splinters in your eyes
Made me realize
That this world will never change
Oh we must escape
Take me baby please
Away from this disease
I will run away with you
To the white sea
I will slowly lose
I will smash into the ground
Riddled thousand pieces
But you will not hear a sound
I got a pill
For every sin that I see
The crowd the world sees
And my life would be a dream
But I know this isn't the way
To help me
Got to get my head on straight
Cannot be afraid
So I must take this trip
Through the scorchin' sand
We must go together
So we can't be
Splinters in your eyes
Made me realize
That this wold will never change
Oh we must escape
Take me baby please
Away from this disease
I will run away with you
To the white sea
Yeah
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