It was in the fall of 1932 ...
when I discovered that a copy of the fabled Necronomicon
was here in America
being guarded by a clandestine order
of Om Yati monks.
Obtaining this legendary tome was vital.
Not only to my writings
but to the fate of all mankind.
- Wait for me. - As you wish, Sir.
For within the pages of the Necronomicon
lie the very secrets of the universe.
Of past, and future.
- Yes? - Yes, I have an appointment.
Howard P. Lovecraft.
Mr. Lovecraft
always a treat .
And how we can indulge you this time ?
Mr. Lovecraft!
Actually I'm here because a new story of mine demands a bit of
fact checking. - fact checking?
We were under the impression that you dealt in fiction.
My work is wrongly construed as fiction
by the lesser-minded. In fact I take great pride in presenting
fictional possibilities.
My duty, after all, as a human being
to enlighten the darkest depths of experience ...
to expose certain secrets
unjustly hoarded by others.
We shall see.
Oh, yes.
No, no. It's the - uh -
alchemical Encyclopedia.
You didn't say which volume.
Oh, which volume? It's - uh - volume three, of course.
Please try to remember that if you leave
this area unattended, for any reason whatsoever
we will be forced to revoke your privileges.
Yes, yes, of course.
The Necronomicon!
"The Drowned".
Today, the last descendant of the de la Poer line
returned from Sweden.
Not only to claim title
to the crumbling remains of family estate
but also to escape his own haunted memories.
As soon as I read the will, I had to come
to have a look-see. This is really a very strange place.
Interesting.
The hotel is not in very good condition.
Your uncle died about 60 years ago ...
and since then, it stayed empty.
Sixty years?
Yes. I wasn't in charge of the original inheritance.
well, things apparently dragged on
and I inherited this case along with my father's practice.
Oh … thanks.
You're welcome.
Anyway, the important thing is that we found you.
I tell you, it was a real bitch tracking you down over in Sweden.
But then we were looking for a "Delapore", not a "de la Poer".
I did not change the name.
de la Poer is the original spelling and pronunciation.
Good Lord!
You know, you could have broken your neck!
Yes, how tragic.
I told you, the wallpaper is the only thing that holds this place together.
It's better off having the whole place demolished.
Oh - heehee - we made it.
When we were here before, that - uh, my clerk and me -
he's a law student - we didn't have trouble ...
with the stairs. I don't think this hotel likes you.
You came here with your clerk?
Well, it isn't the kind of place a girl likes to be alone in.
Besides, he was dying to have a look at the hotel
after hearing all the stories from the old folks in the village.
Kevin, that's his name - Kevin.
He comes from these parts, and …
the hotel has one hell of a reputation.
That's the sound of water.
The ground under the hotel
is honeycombed with caves hollowed out by water
flowing in from the sea.
One day, the whole place is gonna crumble right down into them.
I tell you, Edward, you really should sell ...
This land is gonna be worthless.
It's quite a bed, isn't it ?
So, uh, what were we talking about?
We were talking about the effect that this hotel
had on your young clerk.
Right.
Well, it's like something out of a gothic Romance, isn't it ?
Who's that?
Hmmm, you wouldn't know. That's Emma De Lapoer
… your aunt.
She died quite young, quite tragically ...
drowned in a shipwreck.
All the gossip about the hotel started at that time.
Jethro De La poer was never the same afterward.
He followed her to the grave just a few days after the tragedy.
How did he die?
Ummm, they found him below the balcony, from what I heard. CLARA !!!
Nobody knows if he fell ...
or what happened.
Too bad crabs can't talk.
Just a minute, I have something for you.
It … came with the will.
I believe that it's from Jethro De Lapoer himself.
Would you at least think about what I told you, Edward?
Sell the property, or turn it into something more … upbeat.
the only thing living in the hotel are alotta ugly memories.
Good bye, Miss Gelmore.
Sixty years.
"I am writing under appreciable strain ...
since by tonight, I shall be no more.
I can bear my pain No longer.
I shall cast myself from this window ...
unto the razor-like reefs below ...
sharpened by thousands of storms.
If I can't find redemption ...
at least there'll be oblivion.
It all happened when I returned from a long and tiring voyage.
My wife Emma and my 8 year old son, Jon ...
came with me.
They were my pride.
After weeks at sea ...
we were finally back, the New England coast ….
was in sight, when the storm took us by surprise.
In less time than it took me to write these words ...
our ship was driven onto the rocks ...
at the foot of the cliffs that we'd been watching for days.
It took hours for help to reach us.
my God, this one is alive!
He' s alive!
my God!
There, there … there, there.
My wife.
My wife, my son.
Calm down, Jethro - you have a high fever.
That's fine.
- What are you doing? - hey, don't move ...
we vas to let ther all poor blood out, and you'll be much better.
Oh, no !
Why?
may it be known by all ...
that hereforth ..,
that any God who takes from me my only love in tragedy ...
is no longer welcome in my home.
Get out!
Begone!
Leave!
God save your soul!
Who are you? What do you want?
I don't wanna see anyone! Go away!
in this time of need ...
you are not ...
… alone.
Wait!
wait, wait, wait … wait, wait.
Wait!
"Towards the Remedie of Untimely Loss"
That is not dead which can eternal lie ...
And with strange eons, even death may die.
In his lair Cthulhu lies dreaming.
That is not dead which can eternal lie ...
And with strange eons, even death ...
may die.
In his lair Cthulhu waits dreaming.
That is not dead which can eternal lie ...
And with strange eons, even death ...
may die. In his lair ...
Cthulhu waits dreaming.
Daddy …
Jon!
my Son!
Jethro?
Emma!
You've come back!
How you could leave us down there?
Jethro?
Please, help Mommy.
my Son!
- I'm cold. - Come here, my Son.
Help me, papa.
I don't know who will read these words.
You should only know that there is no magic cure …
for guilt ... except forgiveness.
"At last I can rest peacefully ...
knowing that my beloved ...
guards the book".
Damn it!
Damn !
My ...
beloved ...
guards
the book.
My beloved ...
guards the book.
That is not dead which can eternal lie ...
And with strange eons, even death may die. In his lair ...
In his lair, Cthulhu ...
waits …
… dreaming.
Who's there?
Eddie ….
- No ….. - I can happen?
Eddie …
- it is not possible. - Please.
tell me I can come in.
Come in, Clara.
I have so many things to tell you.
The accident ...
it was all my fault ...
my fault.
I should have been looking where I was driving!
I'm so sorry, Clara!
Please forgive me!
I'm so sorry, Clara!
Clara, listen to me.
Clara.
I am tired of blowing bubbles, Eddie.
Don't push me away!
Come back to us, Eddie!
Could He truly be brainless enough to try?
Of course, he's human.
In the middle of this cruel heat wave …
the inhabitants of Boston curse her unbearable lot ...
while one man alone remains cool. ..
cool but imprisoned by his own ...
desperate devices.
Amy Osterman, right?
May I help you?
Sure, you can help me, but I think this is more about helping yourself.
Uh … I don't understand.
Yeah, well, I didn't understand either how 11 bodies …
could turn up over the last 40 years in this neighborhood ...
all with the same M.O. and go unsolved.
Are you a policeman?
Shit! Do I look like a cop?
Porkel, Dale Porkel - I'm reporter for the Boston Journal.
Mother, we have a guest for tea.
What are you storing in here, meat?
I have a rare disease, Mr. Porkel.
I'm acutely sensitive to heat and sunlight.
Great! I hope it's not contagious.
Hardly.
So, uh, listen, Miss Osterman - I did some digging, and the deed on this place ...
was executed under Dr. Richard Madden's name, and that was some 80 years ago.
Thank you, mother.
According to, uh, state files …
there is no record of Dr. Richard Madden's death …
which would mean that he's still alive.
Sugar?
Yes.
So …. what the hell happened to Madden?
I really don't know what happened to Dr. Madden.
You know, maybe you don't understand me here, lady.
Oh … either you cough up the truth now ...
or I print my story as is.
And you get to deal with the cops.
Are you threatening me, Mr. Porkel?
If that's what it takes … yeah.
22 years ago, my mother came to Boston ...
to study the flute.
had she not rented a room in this building …
all our lives would be very different.
"ROOM FOR RENT"
What do you want?
Are you alone?
Yes, I just moved to Boston …. I don't know anyone.
My mother rented a room in this house ...
from a woman named Lena Kamen.
Apparently, Lena lived here alone ...
except for a mysterious tenant, upstairs on the third floor.
Who's upstairs?
You never must disturb Dr. Madden.
Is that quite clear?
Allright.
Well, if it isn't little Miss Runaway …
I do believe it's for you to get your little butt back home.
I'm not coming home, ever again.
Really? Well, I think Father knows better in these matters.
You're not my father, Sam.
But I love you like you're my own, Emily.
And I believe I'm entitled to a little affection ...
when your mother is slumped in the armchair, drunk.
I'd rather die than let you touch me again!
Who said anything about touching? I just came by ...
to watch your flute-playing …
but you're gonna practice on my instrument.
You little bitch! Come back here!
Please, please ...
be careful.
Sudden movements will impair your equilibrium.
Sam? Where is Sam?
He's gone.
He's my stepfather.
I have a strong feeling that Sam won't be bothering you any more.
I'm … Doctor Madden.
I saw that ammonia - or something - leaking from my ceiling.
I apologize for that.
And, as for that cold that you are getting ...
I've asked Lena to give you some vitamin C ...
with your medication tonight.
Trust me, that this frigid temperature is not by choice.
I'm afflicted by a rare skin condition …
which requires an unreasonably cold environment.
Well, dear - we've got to get you out of here before you die of cold.
How I can ever thank you, doctor ...
for taking care of me and ...
Just … do just one thing ...
don't be a stranger.
These pills ...
Doctor knows best.
He's moving Too much.
I'm trying to keep him still.
Is the temperature too low?
Temperature steady ...
at 34.
Put another syringe in him.
I heard drilling noises last night.
You were probably dreaming.
It's one of the side-effects of the medication.
You're gonna have a little scar … that's gonna be covered by your lovely hair.
Are you alright, doctor?
It's best to get some rest, Emily.
It's very good idea.
My mother went to look for a job at Al's Diner, across the street.
But when she mentioned she was living with Lena and Dr. Madden …
Al seemed surprised.
Is that old coot still alive?
I'm no good with math ….
but I would have guessed him at more than 100 by now.
I don't think so.
Listen … Emily?
If you can get a good tip out of those cops
you've got yourself a job.
May I help you?
Yeah, uh … I'll take the BLT extra Mayo and a soda.
I'll have the same, but make mine a malt, please.
What happened to him?
is There a problem?
I don't know.
What happened to Sam?
You did something to him, didn't you?
What makes you think that?
I heard terrible noises last night -
you said that I was dreaming, but I wasn't, was I? WAS I??
Emily, I am not a rich man. My researches ...
have drained my funds to the point of poverty ...
and when a specimen can be obtained freely
- No! - I make no excuses for my actions.
I'm not asking for forgiveness ...
your stepfather …
- No! - Emily!
Emily - Emily …. Even if Sam did survive the fall ….
I would have killed him for what he did to you.
So if you must go to the police, you do have every right.
I don't not care what you did to him, but you lied to me.
No, no, never! I would never hurt you, Emily!
- Doctor, what's wrong? - Get Lena.
She went out, she's gone
Doctor, what's wrong?
It's cooler upstairs.
What I can do?
Ice, I need ice.
Give me your hand.
I can feel now.
I owe you an explanation.
within these pages is the secret of preserving life.
Are you familiar with the "water bear"?
It's a micro-organism which can be dried ...
under certain conditions, then brought back to life with water ...
a process called "cryptobiosis".
You see, the decreased body temperature ...
results in a cessation of aging ...
making it possible to actually … "cheat" death, as it were.
How old are you, Dr. Madden?
I don't come out here much anymore.
Lena, (bless her heart) simply won't allow it.
Lena is very protective over you.
Are you in love with her?
My heart has been given over to my work unconditionally.
I dunno know why Lena stays on.
I can never return the feeling she has for me.
Like all children of nature …
… this rose was destined to wither and to perish.
And yet that process is not irrevocable.
As it turns out, the trick is not preserving life …
… the trick is maintaining the quality to which one is accustomed.
As long as you keep this from the sun …
…this flower never will die.
So let it always be a reminder of the doctor …
… whose heart you brought into bloom.
You're so cold.
I can either use this on you ...
… or myself.
All I ever wanted was his love, Emily.
If you're not willing to die for him ...
… or kill for him ...
… then you will kill him.
Obviously, their relationship was not meant to be ...
… but that didn't make it any easier.
You see, Dr Madden was the first man ...
... my mother really loved.
And then what? She left him?
Yes.
But months later ..
… she had to go back.
- Ugh! Let me … out of here! - We have to kill 'em!
No.
What the hell do you want from me?
You must be crazy!
[screaming] Noooooo!!
Get away from me!
We go, To.
I just came over to see …
… whatever happened to you ...
… and somebody knocked me over the head.
We must leave here, let's go.
- To! - She knows too much!
She can't be trusted, Richard.
She ran away once and she'll run away again.
- She'll go to the police! - No!
We can't let her go … ever!
- No! - This is the only way, Richard.
No!
Ah, there is no other way.
Without fresh spinal fluid ...
… I lose my senses.
I smell nothing.
I taste nothing.
I can't even feel you.
No.
Richard!
emmm … milllll … llleeeee!
I'm pregnant ...
… with his baby ...
Lena saved my mother ...
… but only because she knew the baby was Richard's.
His last legacy.
The baby born was me.
So you're telling me that Richard Madden and Lena Kamen ...
… killed all those people ...
… for their spinal fluid?
Then how come 3 more bodies turned up ...
… all with the same "M.O." ...
… after Madden melted? - I cannot answer that.
You knows, you tell this story pretty well, Miss Osterman.
Almost like it happened to you.
My mother and I were very close.
Well, I have this sick hunch ...
… that you and your mother are the same person.
Oh! That would be impossible, Mr. Porkel, now wouldn't it?
Not if you picked this strange disease ...
… when you slept with Madden.
I mean … you said it yourself. He didn't seem to age.
You're right, Mr. Porkel.
I am Emily.
The disease which afflicted Dr. Madden ...
… and now afflicts me as well ...
… is nothing more than death itself.
I did not survive that gunshot.
But life goes on.
You .. you fuckin' drugged me!
Unfortunately the air-conditioning unit ...
… in this building is old and prone to break down ...
… on hot days such as this one.
So rather than wait for an emergency ...
… I prefer to keep well-stocked.
I need spinal fluid to feel his baby inside me!
You see, for years this baby lay inside me …
… kicking, but never born.
all we can do is hope.
Isn't that right, Lena?
That's right, Emily.
The inner-city wasteland, once ...
… home to Philadelphia's finest, most God-fearing ...
… is now lorded over by a self-styled god ...
… a miscreant known as "the butcher".
God dammit Sarah, slow down!
What the hell you tryin' to prove, anyway?
Not trying to prove anything. I'm pursuing the suspect.
It's bullshit! Now pull over!
Look, don't bring the burglar in …
… we've both got too much at stake here.
This is Two-Carl Niner heading east on 7th street ..
… in pursuit of a grey Nova, license plate YEU169.
- Dammit! - the suspect's driving ...
… recklessly and refuses to listen to reason.
Request air support. Over.
Enough already!
Very well! You wanna hurt me?
Slam on your brakes! Smash my head into the fuckin' dashboard!
But don't play with me, SARAH!
I know that we shouldn't have slept together, O.K.?
You want me to quit? I quit. You want me to leave. I will leave!
But I'm not gonna let you hurt yourself!
I'm scared, Paul.
I'm scared to be a mother.
SARAH!
Paul? Paul?
Paul?
This is Two-Carl Niner. I'm at Seventh and Crimson ….
… requesting backup and medical ASAP. Over?
Repeat - requesting backup and medical. Do you copy?
Shit !
STOP!!!
Help, SARAH!
No!
- Oh boy! - I'm a police officer!
Now, get over there - NOW!
What the hell have you done with my partner?
You followed a gray Nova down here?
Am I right?
That usually does it. Never seen 'em catch a cop before, tho.
Tell me that wasn't you driving that gray Nova?
Well, I'm a Cadillac man myself.
Don't FUCK with me!
T he man you're probably looking for is the Butcher.
So, where I can find this Butcher?
Well, technically he's sposeta pay me rent, I own this building top to bottom.
You own this building? Open the door. Now!
Uhh, lost all the keys.
Uhh, strangest thing.
This building has a bad habit of swallowing things up as if they never existed.
I want to get down below! I want to down NOW!
Well, why didn't you say so?
Move it.
Darlin' hold your FIRE!
Harold! That you, Harold? What's goin' on?
Christ, you just about shot a police officer!
Sorry, dear, but I thought it was HIM.
Now that skunk's getting' out, Harold.
The butcher? Where's he getting out?
Don't you worry, Daisy. I called the cops!
… got a fine officer on the case. Of course, she doesn't have a badge.
A fine officer indeed ...
… smells very pretty.
Pretty as pie!
- Let's go. - Okay, okay.
Now, be careful with this water. It looks like this is just mopped up around here.
I dont want you slippin and slappin a lawsuit on us, too.
Show me where he's getting out.
Over here - um hmm.
There's a tunnel in there.
Harold blocked it up.
Good Lord! What - what's happenin, girl?
Lilly! I think she's hurt or something.
No, it's okay - it's okay!
Sit right down here. Here, that's fine.
Are you pregnant, young lady?
I always wanted to have kids.
You got millions of reasons, too young ...
… too old ... - I am NOT too old.
- you could not. - Now I can ...
SHUT UP! Just shut up!.
All I wanna do is find my partner.
You just get me in the tunnel!
You can't go down there by yourself --- The Butcher!
You're comin' with me.
Alrighty. I'll … I'll go clear it out.
Your partner … he's the father, isn't he?
Well, you're not wrong to be scared.
Bringing' a new life into this world is scary.
What's taking your husband so GOD DAMN long!?
Almost got it cleared out.
He's not my husband. I just met him up on the street ...
… a coupla weeks ago.
He told me he owned this building.
Did he tell ya that?
What else did he tell ya?
I don't have time for this crap!
- shit! - I bet he didn't tell ya the Butcher …
… is an alien.
- A what? - Oh, Yeah.
He's been down there since before the dinosaurs ..
… if you can believe it. - Alien, huh?
Ready! If you are.
What the hell is this place?
You believe in heaven?
What about hell?
I don't believe in anything.
This whole place harks back to a time when things were simpler.
A time when you could put your faith in something real.
Would you look at these stones?
People used to pass through this tunnel just like we're doin' now.
They didn't believe in no God neither.
Only they weren't huntin' some butcher.
They WERE the butchers.
I came down here once ...
I forgot to light these.
Without 'em, we'd have have a heck of a time finding our way back.
You know where we're going?
Yeah, I thought that we were lookin' for yer partner's trail.
Wait a minute - it looks like there are two sets of tracks here.
Well, you don't think he brought this person down here.
They don't call him the Butcher for nothing.
Wait - your wife said that she thinks …
… that the Butcher is an alien.
Ha ha! Well, that's - that's ridiculous!
Truth is, the Butcher's workin' for aliens ...
but he isn't one himself.
My guess is he's bettin' God's a goner.
So he's puttin' all his chips on another horse.
Just like in - in all these pictures.
We're here.
down There.
Ya know, one thing that I have always maintained ...
… is that if a man's shoe is dirty ...
… you got to wonder about his soul.
You son of a BITCH!
I saw you pull Paul outta the car!
I was just tryinta ...
Daisy?
Is that you?
What happened to the lights?
How well do you know this blind woman?
Rose? Oh, she's my wife.
She's not your GOD DAMN wife!
And if you're not the Butcher then she is ...
... because somebody sure THE FUCK is lyin' to me!
The nerve you got, callin' my Daisy a butcher!
I heard you two talkin' - yer pregnant.
leastways you were before that accident.
Imagine that, a pretty young lady like yourself ...
… killing your own flesh and blood.
You're the real butcher.
Oh, my God!
my God!
Sorry, sweetie, there is no God!
Why are you doing this to me?
No, no!
No!
No, no, no!
I'll do anything!
Please!
I will have the baby!
Please!
SAAARRRAAHHH!
Paul?
my God!
No!
SAAARRRAAHHH!
can You hear me?
It's me ...
… Paul ...
... I'm here, alive.
They took my mind!
It can't be! No, Paul!
They need us …. to breed!
SARAH, the walls!
Watch the walls!
Two birds with one stone.
Just think of this as a womb.
It's the belly of the beast!
A chance to be reborn into a better world.
And it's free.
Soon all the pain and frustration of bein' human ...
… will be no more than a bad old dream.
It's for you to think about things differently.
It's for you to see things the way they really are.
It's the craziest thing ...
… they got this real sweet tooth for bone marrow.
Oh, my goodness!
We thought we had lost you!
What happened? Where I am?
It was a bad accident, Sarah.
You've been unconscious for several days.
I had the most horrible nightmare!
Well, that's quite normal with near-death experiences …
… such as yours.
Your mind tries to rationalize your traumas…
… to help you make sense of an irrational world.
Sarah, is there something you'd like to tell me about the accident?
Something you want to get off your chest?
I didn't tell you how, because it knew this is what you would say.
It's my body, my choice, that simple.
Of course it is, dear. But there was another life INSIDE your body.
A tiny little life with only you to protect it ...
… that's a mother's responsibility.
I feel so much.
If God can forgive you and I can forgive you …
it's up to you to forgive yourself!
I know that Paul would forgive you, too.
Oh my God, Paul! What happened to Paul?
Paul is brain-dead.
What?
He's in the next bed over. I thought that you'd want it that way, with him close by.
Oh, no!
Look here, Sarah.
No! NOOOOOOOO!
No!
Don't scream, dear - Please.
You'll upset the baby.
What? You said My baby's dead!
Oh, heavens, no!
You simply weren't FIT to be a mother.
Were ya, Sarah?
I know it seems inhumane, but we needed it ...
… for our preservation!
No! You can't do this to me!
Go easy … sweetie!
You're almost there.
It ain't gonna take long …. I promise ya.
- Be still!. - Immortality, and the way to immortality.
Lilly, what the hell did I do with the keys to the Nova?
Mr. Lovecraft.
Everything is going to be fine.
All you have to do is to open this door.
- Impossible. - What?
I dropped the keys down there.
You impetuous little fool!
Do you know what you've done?
Put it back! - What?
Put the book back!
It's coming!
The secrets of the Necronomicon do not come cheap!
This is going to cost you your life!
Consider your privileges revoked, Mr. Lovecraft.
Lovecraft, you don't know what you've done!
You'll pay!
Ah, him, yeah. he's a strange one, alright.
Here you are, Sir.
We can go now.
alright.
Take care of yourself, Mikey.
have a Good night.
Oh, uh … you found what you're lookin' for, Mr. Lovecraft?
You might say, it found me.
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