Ezra, come and sit down.
Nothing's going to happen
on a night like this.
Drink up, man.
No. That's what he wants.
Can you not see that?
- But the storm...
- Damn the storm.
Come on, Micah.
Come on and have
a drink with us.
Look!
Fetch our hats.
Tell the others to wait.
Quick, man!
Come on.
Do you believe me now,
Micah Smith?
Now that you've seen
with your own eyes...
do you believe me
when I tell you...
that's the home
of Satan himself?
Aye, aye.
Then come.
Somebody get hay!
Make sure it's dry!
And bring some oil!
Come on, let's go!
Kill the warlock!
Open this door!
Open this door!
Curwen!
Well?
- Where is she?
- Who?
You know who. The Fitch girl.
Do you deny she's here?
Certainly not.
She visits us frequently.
Don't you, Miss Fitch?
Don't you?
Yes.
Of your own free will?
Yes.
- There now, Mr. Weeden...
- Just a moment.
What's your name, girl?
- Really, this is outrageous!
- Quiet!
Your name, child.
You see?
He's taken her mind, her soul...
the good Lord knows what else...
just like the others.
What do we do about it?
Let him go on
with his black magic...
or send him back
to the hell he came from?
- Send him back!
- Then let's be about it!
No, not the woman.
Leave her be.
She's been hexed.
It'll be right with us again...
when he's gone, Hester.
You'll see.
- Send him back to Hades!
- Burn him!
Back where he comes from!
Burn him! Burn him!
Have you anything
to say, warlock?
Only this...
As surely
as the village of Arkham...
has risen up against me...
so shall I rise from the dead
against the village of Arkham.
Each one of you!
Ezra Weeden,
Micah Smith...
Benjamin West...
Priam Willet...
Gideon Leach...
all of you and your children
and your children's children...
shall have just cause to regret
the actions of this night.
For from this night onward...
you shall bear my curse.
Burn the devil.
Burn him!
"And travelers, now,
within that valley...
"through the red-litten
windows see...
"vast forms,
that move fantastically...
"to a discordant melody. "
Whoa, horse.
There you are, ma'am. Careful.
Thank you, Mr. Carmody.
It was a most enjoyable trip.
Aye.
Thank you.
It isn't often I get
passengers for Arkham.
Begging you pardon, sir...
did you say you were going
to be staying here long?
Why do you ask?
Arkham is an evil place.
The village is cursed.
Don't tell us
you're superstitious.
Not at all.
And I'm not a coward, either...
but you couldn't pay me
to spend a night in this place.
Why not? Ghosts? Spirits?
Perhaps.
I'm sorry, sir...
but we don't happen to believe
in the supernatural.
And I don't think
you do, either. Good-bye.
- Good-bye, sir.
- Good-bye.
And good luck.
It looks cursed.
I'll give it that.
Where are the people?
I can't imagine.
Look. The "Burning Man. "
Isn't that quaint?
Yes, very quaint.
It is.
Where else would you find
a tavern with a name like that?
We were trying to find
a certain house here in town...
and we thought perhaps
you could help us.
- Whose house is it?
- Ours.
I know that sounds silly.
It belonged
to the Curwen family.
We inherited it.
- Curwen, you say?
- Yes, that's right.
I don't know of any such house.
All right. Thank you anyway.
Just a minute.
Why do you want to know
about the Curwen place?
Because it belongs to us.
Your name is Curwen?
No, our name is Ward.
Then...?
Joseph Curwen was
my great-great-grandfather.
Can you tell us
where the house is?
I can, but I won't.
That's what I like
about you New Englanders...
you're so friendly.
Come, Ann.
We'll find it oursel...
Mr. Ward! Don't go there.
It isn't a house. It's
a madman's palace as old as sin.
Palace? In America?
Brought over stone by stone.
Brought over from where?
Europe somewhere. No one knows.
No one wants to know.
But if you value your lives,
don't go there.
Why not?
What Edgar...
Mr. Weeden means is...
that place is a ruin.
It hasn't been occupied
in over 100 years.
Is that what you mean?
- What a strange man.
- Yes.
He has had a bit,
but what he says is right.
Mr. Ward,
Mrs. Ward, please...
do yourself a kindness.
Go back to wherever
you came from...
and forget you ever heard
about Arkham.
And what do you recommend
I do with the deed?
- Just tear it up?
- Yes.
Just tear up the deed
to a palace I've inherited...
and forget all about it...
without so much
as laying eyes on the property.
- Is that your advice?
- It's more than advice.
Come on, Ann.
Mr. Ward...
Take the road out of town
about a quarter of a mile.
At the post road, turn left
past the cemetery.
You shouldn't have
too much difficulty finding it.
Here, I'll show you.
There's the Curwen palace
over there on the cliff.
We certainly want to thank you
for being so nice, Mr...
Willet. I'm a doctor.
My office is down the street,
in case you need me.
I don't think we'll be staying
very long, doctor.
You've decided that already?
It seems to have been
decided for us.
Thank you, anyway.
Come, Ann.
Thank you.
What do you think?
It's him, right enough...
the devil himself.
Nonsense.
- And you helped him.
- As I'd help any stranger.
He's no stranger,
and you know it.
I don't know anything
of the kind, and neither do you.
Are you blind?
Or do you tell me you've
never seen that face before?
I'll admit there's
a strong resemblance...
but that's a matter
of heredity, not magic.
Call it what you will.
One thing is certain...
Joseph Curwen
has come back to Arkham.
- Why did you say that?
- What?
That we wouldn't
be staying long.
Do you want to stay in a town
full of fools like that?
I don't think
Dr. Willet was a fool.
All right, so Dr. Willet
wasn't a fool...
The poor thing.
Yes.
Let's get this over with.
Charles, it's you!
It's absolutely fantastic!
Dear, is something wrong?
No.
No. Let's see what the rest
of this mausoleum looks like.
Kitchen's over there.
Wait.
That doesn't lead anywhere.
This way.
- How would you know that?
- Just a guess.
I'll let some light in here.
Good evening.
- Who are you?
- My name is Simon.
What are you doing here?
I'm the caretaker.
I was preparing your room.
In the dark?
One becomes accustomed
to the darkness here.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Ward,
if I startled you...
but I didn't know
you'd be here so soon.
Just a minute.
How is it you
expected us at all?
Your attorney,
Mr. Hutchinson, contacted me.
Since then, I've been preparing
the palace for your arrival.
If you'll excuse me,
I'll go fetch your bags.
No! No, that won't
be necessary.
We're not staying.
But where would you
spend the night?
After all, Mr. Ward,
this is your home.
Get the bags.
Very well.
Dinner will be served at 8:00,
if that's convenient.
Thank you.
You don't really want
to spend the night here?
No, of course not, but...
But the old fellow was right.
We have to spend the night
someplace. Don't we?
Quiet! Quiet I say!
Is it food you want?
What's wrong with him tonight?
Not him, woman, it! Lt!
How many times must I tell you?
It knows.
That's what's wrong.
It knows who's
come back to Arkham.
I'm all packed.
You ready?
- I have decided to stay.
- What?
Just long enough
to fix the place up.
With a little work,
it could bring a good price.
Don't you think?
I should imagine. I don't know.
I estimate two weeks,
perhaps three...
to get things started, anyway.
Do you mind?
No, not exactly.
I can't say it pleases me.
Then you go home.
I'm sorry.
It's just that I...
I can't leave now until I...
find out... some things.
Nightmarish, yes,
but not a nightmare.
They're quite real,
I'm sorry to say.
But what are they, doctor?
Human beings.
Very unfortunate human beings.
They were born mutated.
You see, Mrs. Ward,
it requires an extraordinary
combination of elements...
to form a normal person.
In their case,
the combination was wrong.
They were gathered
by Weeden, of course...
for the purpose
of frightening you away.
But why, doctor?
Why should we be treated
as though we have the plague?
Because you do.
To these people, at any rate.
Understand, Mr. Ward,
Arkham is a strange community.
You see, it's haunted.
Not by ghosts,
but haunted nonetheless.
By fear, by guilt...
and by the memory
of a particular night.
Particular night?
But what has this to do with us?
You see, 150 years ago...
a man named Joseph Curwen
moved to this village...
and built this palace.
His first wife died
in childbirth, so he selected...
the most beautiful woman
in the village...
and took her for his mistress.
Unfortunately,
she was engaged to marry...
an Arkhamite named Ezra Weeden.
No, thank you.
You spoke with
his descendent yesterday.
- The man at the inn.
- Yes.
According to legend,
a number of strange things...
occurred when Curwen
moved into the village.
Terrible noises
were heard in the night.
Thank you.
Young girls were said to have
disappeared from their homes...
to be gone until dawn...
and then reappear with no memory
of their whereabouts.
Weeden wasted no time...
in placing the blame
directly on this doorstep.
He and his coterie of friends...
claimed that Curwen
was a warlock.
Warlock?
Yes. One who
conjures up the dead.
They demanded punishment.
And one night
the people of the village...
marched on the palace...
dragged your ancestor
into the yard, and burned him.
Burned him?
The "Burning Man. "
That explains the guilt.
What about the fear?
Curwen put a curse
on the village.
He vowed that he'd return.
You can see
the resemblance yourself.
I'm sure that
every warlock or witch...
who died in America
left a curse.
Why should Curwen's
be taken so seriously?
Why should it be remembered
after all these years?
I can't say.
He was a strange man.
There were terrible
rumors about him.
Such as?
It was thought that
he had gained possession...
of a book
called the Necronomicon.
Have you heard of it?
No.
It obviously never existed...
except in the minds
of the superstitious.
But they claimed
it held enough secrets...
to give a man absolute power.
Of course, every mythology
has such a book...
but the Necronomicon
supposedly contained formulas...
through which one
could communicate with...
or even summon the elder gods...
the dark ones from beyond
who had once ruled the world...
and now are merely waiting...
for an opportunity
to regain that control.
Cthulhu, Yog-sothoth.
Dreadful rubbish, I know.
Still, the people
of Arkham believed it.
They claimed that Joseph Curwen
and two other warlocks...
were trying to open the gates
to these dark gods.
Open the gates? How?
They claimed that
Joseph Curwen was trying...
to mate those beings with humans
to create a new race...
through which the gods
could regain their control.
That's how they explained
the mutated births...
unsuccessful experiments
passed on...
from generation to generation,
carried in the blood.
What's your
explanation, doctor?
I don't have one.
I advise you
to leave this village.
I advise you to flee it...
as you would from
a madman with a knife...
who feels compelled
to destroy you...
before you can destroy him.
It's a cold night, sir.
You'll need your coat.
Thank you.
You seem troubled, sir.
Is something wrong?
You didn't hear them?
Beg your pardon?
The voices? People?
No, sir.
Must have been the wind.
Perhaps you should ask
Mr. Curwen.
- Curwen?
- Yes.
Maybe he could tell you.
Welcome, Joseph.
Simon. How long?
And whose body is this
I'm now occupying?
His name is
Charles Dexter Ward.
My great-great-grandson.
Perfect.
All the others were useless.
You would not accept them.
No matter.
- Where's Jabez?
- Here, Joseph.
Jabez, my old friend.
We three...
together again.
But... briefly, I fear.
I shan't be able
to hold him much longer.
He fights me.
When will you have full control?
Soon, Simon.
Keep him here
for a while longer...
and he will be all mine.
He has my blood.
I can feel it.
The book.
The book!
Good.
Now leave me, my friends.
He fights me.
He fights to leave me.
What is it?
What's the matter?
Dear, what are you
doing down here?
I don't know.
I must have walked in my sleep.
Please, dear, let's leave here
now, tonight.
I want to, but... I can't.
Why not?
Why not?
Over a whole week
he's been there...
and what's he been doing?
That's what I want to know.
What's he been doing?
Getting ready, that's what.
And meanwhile,
we sit here like sheep.
Willet, I thought
you said he'd be gone.
I thought he would be...
but you made him feel
so welcome...
he's probably decided
to stay for good.
Go on, sneer.
You can afford to.
You have no halfwitted thing
locked in your attic...
and no woman
to worry about, either.
I've got this whole town
to worry about.
The man you fear is dead!
Can't you fools get that
through your heads?
He died over 100 years ago.
He can't harm you or your women.
Don't you forget, doctor...
that the man who died
over 100 years ago...
he did this!
And now... he's back
with us again.
He'll be doing more.
Unless we stop him.
- Where have you been?
- Out walking.
- At this time of night?
- Yes, at this time of night!
Must I report my movements
to you like a schoolboy?
- No, of course not...
- Then mind your own business.
- What's happened to you?
- Nothing whatsoever.
No, you've changed.
I've never seen you like this.
If you won't go back to Boston,
at least let me call Dr. Willet.
No.
I shall be calling on Dr. Willet
personally within the week.
Now, are you satisfied?
- Yes.
- Then go back to bed!
What will you be doing?
That is not your concern.
Good night.
Good night.
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone!
I will never leave you alone.
Your blood is my blood,
your mind is my mind...
your body, my body.
It will do you no good
to resist me.
Your efforts
grow weaker every day.
No. No!
You cannot keep me out.
My will is too strong.
Too strong for you.
Too strong for you!
- Why are you spying on me?
- I heard voices.
Tomorrow you must leave.
Is that understood?
- Yes.
- Now go to your bed.
- You lost him?
- For a time.
He has a strong will,
stronger than we thought.
But you did well.
He has the Curwen strain.
Hester.
Where are you?
Is that you?
Mrs. Ward.
I heard sounds.
Thought we had prowlers.
- It was his wife.
- Where is she now?
- In her room.
- Did you lock it?
Yes.
Stupid woman. She doesn't know
what it is to love.
It has been too long.
No, we will continue trying.
Yes, as you say.
We'll continue trying.
- Help me upstairs quickly.
- Yes.
Quickly.
I've been so afraid.
What is it? What's happened?
Tell me.
I don't know. It's this house.
I think I must be
going out of my mind.
Where have I been tonight?
Don't you remember?
No. I'm so confused.
We've got to get out of here
before it's too late.
Yes, dear.
Tomorrow morning.
Yes, we will.
- Leaving so soon?
- That's right. Any objections?
Certainly not, sir,
but I can make no plans...
until I know what you want to do
with the palace.
- We're selling it.
- I see.
Sir, could you issue a check
for the week's expenses?
- All right. How much?
- I'll get the receipts.
No, that won't be necessary.
How much? We're in a hurry.
It'll only take a moment, sir.
You go out to the coach.
I'll join you in a minute.
Mrs. Ward.
Doctor, you almost missed us.
We were just leaving.
Very wise decision, particularly
under the circumstances.
What do you mean?
Did something happen?
I'm afraid so.
In fact, I was
on my way to warn you...
but it doesn't matter now.
Doctor, please,
I'd like to know.
There was a rather ugly
occurrence last night.
- In Arkham?
- In the cemetery.
A grave was dug up
and a body stolen.
Nobody knows who did it,
but the people...
as you might well imagine,
are blaming it on your husband.
Why?
The grave that was opened was
that of Hester Tillinghast...
Joseph Curwen's mistress.
And they think Charles...
What's wrong with those people?
They're stupid to the marrow
of their bones.
You know who robbed that grave,
don't you, doctor?
- No.
- They did.
They?
Weeden and his dirty
little friends.
- Why would they do that?
- Why? Isn't it obvious?
To frighten me.
To drive me away from my home.
It's a possibility...
But you don't think I did it,
do you, doctor?
No, but it's a good thing
you're leaving, all the same.
But I'm not leaving.
Charles, you promised.
You can go back
to that village, doctor.
You can go back
and tell those people...
that Charles Dexter Ward
has decided to stay.
How long has he been like this?
It started the first night...
just for a little while,
and then he was himself again.
But it kept happening.
What kept happening?
This... change.
I'm so afraid.
I've never seen him like this.
Mrs. Ward, I want you to tell me
exactly what has happened...
since your arrival in Arkham.
- I have him now.
- Are you sure?
Charles Dexter Ward is dead.
- Then we can begin our work.
- Not quite yet.
There are a few little things
I must do first.
Can't you forget what happened?
Forget?
Forget that my flesh
was burned from my bones...
while I was yet alive? No.
No, this village will pay
for its crime, just as I vowed.
- But the work.
- The work?
There can be no work
without my knowledge.
We've waited 110 years.
We can wait a bit longer.
I'm not an alienist...
but there can be little doubt
as to what's happening.
Your husband is reacting
to the legend of his ancestor.
The attitude of the village,
the remarkable resemblance...
between him and the figure
in the portrait...
the atmosphere of the castle
are all working together...
to cause this aberration.
Then I've got to
find a way to help him.
You're not going back in there?
Yes. What else can I do?
Leave him?
I would advise it.
But, then, of course, you can't.
No.
Promise me one thing...
that you'll contact me
if things get out of hand.
Yes, I will, doctor.
Thank you.
Why have you returned?
Because you need me.
Perhaps you're right.
Come here where I can see you.
Do you love me?
Yes.
Then kiss me.
Why do you hesitate?
Surely a husband
has certain rights.
I demand that you kiss me!
What delights
we'll share, we two!
What tender, intimate delights!
Maybe it was a leprechaun.
It's nothing to laugh at, Bruno.
I say, who but the devil
would do such a thing?
He couldn't have
lifted it alone.
Sure not, but remember
the two that worked with him.
They was never caught.
Aye, or maybe it was Dr. Willet
gave them a hand.
No. Willet's a fool, all right,
but he's one of us.
Remember... it was his
great-great-grandfather...
who helped with the burning.
And yours that held the torch.
And it was yours
that did the burning...
and don't be forgetting that!
Forget it? I'm proud of it!
In fact, I've been thinking
along the same lines myself.
I'll be no part of murdering!
Who said murdering?
Me? Did I say murdering?
What are you talking about?
Self-protection.
That's what I'm talking about!
A man threatens your life
and you have...
the means to stop him,
what do you do?
He's done no threatening.
Not yet, but he will!
First this unholy business
at the cemetery.
Next, our women will start
wandering out late at night...
eyes all glassy, bellies filled
with God knows what.
Then you'll see!
I say this to you, all of you.
If we do nothing but sit around
and talk about it...
then we deserve whatever we get!
Now, good night to you!
Get away!
Get away, you damned thing!
Get away!
The Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
In this veil of tears...
We suffer much and sin mightily.
Yet we take solace
in the promise...
of thy eternal forgiveness.
Amen.
Have you not gorged
yourself enough on revenge?
You do not know the extent
of my appetite.
I will not have
my fill of revenge...
until this village
is a graveyard...
until they have felt,
as I did...
the kiss of fire
on their soft, bare flesh.
All of them.
Have patience, my friends.
Surely after all these years...
I'm entitled to a few...
small amusements.
What do you want?
What do I want?
Merely to exercise
my husbandly prerogative.
Is there anything
so strange about that?
- Please...
- "Please"?
Please what, my dear?
I know.
You're upset because
I've neglected you.
That's it, isn't it?
I've been very busy,
but I'm back now.
We have the whole night
before us!
Stop it! No!
Stop! No!
You fool!
You stupid, weak little fool!
It is useless.
No... I will try again!
Doctor! Thank God you've come!
- Why? What's happened?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
Something terrible!
- Where is he?
- I...
Look, Mrs. Ward,
you must calm yourself.
Then you must tell me
everything, sparing no detail.
Your life and your husband's
may depend upon it.
Yes, doctor.
We were up in the bedroom
a short time ago.
And then, all of a sudden, he...
Doctor, you've got to help me
get him out of here!
This place is killing him!
Joseph Curwen... he's killing him!
Look at him.
That filthy, horrible
old man! I hate him!
Mrs. Ward!
I'm sorry, doctor.
It was a stupid thing to do.
Yes, it was.
How are you, doctor?
Excellent, thank you.
Glad to hear it.
This is a pleasant surprise.
- What brings you here?
- Nothing in particular.
- Just looking in?
- That's right. Do you mind?
Mind? No. On the contrary.
I'm delighted...
and so is my wife.
Aren't you, my dear?
Here. A little glass of wine
will make you feel better.
I don't want any.
The doctor and I are going to
have a little chat.
So you will just stay
here and rest, eh?
There you are. Come, doctor.
- She sent for you, of course.
- No, as I was...
There's no need to lie, doctor.
In a way, I'm glad. I've been
terribly upset about her.
This house has
a strange effect on her.
How do you mean?
You saw how she acted
a moment ago.
That sort of thing.
Fits of depression,
anger, hallucinations.
I hoped it would pass,
but she gets worse every day.
I see.
I suppose she told you
how... I've begun to change?
Yes.
Part of the pattern.
I scarcely recognize her
anymore, doctor. My own wife.
What do you want me to do?
Take her back to Boston.
Get her out of this house.
Why don't you?
She wouldn't permit it.
She fears me.
Can't you understand?
Yes, I think I can.
- Then you will help?
- I shall try.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
But remember... discretion.
She mustn't guess
that you know the truth.
My dear, I have
a surprise for you.
You won't have to stay
in this place any longer.
The good doctor is
going to take care of you.
Dr. Willet!
Yes, it's all arranged.
He will see you to Boston.
- Isn't that right?
- Yes.
Doctor, you don't understand!
Come along, Mrs. Ward.
No! I won't go!
Please, Mrs. Ward.
All right.
You needn't bother to pack.
I'll send your things along.
Good-bye, doctor.
Good-bye, my dear.
We'll be together again soon.
I promise.
- What of his woman?
- We're rid of her.
- Did you...
- No, it was not necessary.
I convinced
the good Dr. Willet...
that she had begun
to lose her mind...
to imagine strange things...
even that her own husband
had turned against her.
They'll lock her away.
But if Dr. Willet should return?
He will learn
that Charles Dexter Ward...
has retired
to his New England estate.
Do you know of any law
prohibiting a man...
from residing
on his own property?
Now, let us begin again.
You can see what happened
to poor Gideon.
What are we going to
do about it?
Let's do something!
Let's get him!
What's happened?
Don't you really know
what happened, Mrs. Curwen?
My name is Ward.
No, I don't know.
- We came to see Gideon.
- Then come and see.
There's Gideon...
and each and every one of us...
unless we do something about it.
Just a minute. Do you know
how this happened?
It didn't just happen, doctor.
It was caused to happen.
By whom?
Do you know who did it?
- Aye, and so do you.
- Who?
The man who swore to do it.
The man you call
Charles Dexter Ward.
My husband would
never do such a thing!
She's lying!
They're all in this!
Mrs. Ward, you better
come along with me.
- Where are we going?
- Back to the palace.
We've got to get him away from
there before these people...
decide to take matters
into their own hands.
Whoa!
Doctor, I'm going with you!
Don't be foolish!
Wait here until I come back!
- I'm going with you!
- Then we must hurry!
- Lucien, you got the ropes?
- Here!
- Elijah?
- Aye!
All right, then!
Let's be about it!
Mrs. Ward!
- Did you find him?
- No.
- What about Simon?
- Who?
- The caretaker.
- I didn't see anyone.
I know Charles is here!
Is there any more
to the place than we've seen?
I don't know.
Wait a minute.
When you tried
to destroy the picture...
suddenly he was in the room.
Did you see him come in?
- No.
- Neither did I.
Charles Dexter Ward!
Are you down here?
Don't!
It's only a book.
It's much more than a book.
My God!
- What did you see?
- What a pleasant surprise.
Now that you've seen
all of the palace...
Dr. Willet, what do you
think of it?
It's quite old, you know...
older than you might imagine.
Torquemada spent many a happy
hour here a few centuries ago.
- It was old then.
- Mr. Ward...
I'll admit the furnishings do
leave something to be desired...
but it has a lived-in quality,
don't you think?
After all, home
is where the heart is.
Isn't that so, my dear?
Listen to me!
I'd be happy to, doctor,
but my friends grow impatient.
Please forgive me.
May I present
Miss Hester Tillinghast...
Mr. Simon Orne, and Mr. Jabez
Hutchinson I believe you know.
They are my associates.
You see, we began a project
a few years ago...
but, unfortunately,
it was interrupted...
and we're most anxious
to take it up again.
What sort of a project?
The most important
ever attempted of humans...
more important
than you can ever imagine...
and therefore, I fear,
beyond your understanding.
As a matter of fact...
...we don't
fully understand ourselves.
We obey. That is all.
We obey.
Come!
Come, I said!
No! Stop!
What are you doing to her?
Honoring her, Dr. Willet.
Honoring her.
Maybe we'll just smoke him out!
Poor Ann!
You traitor!
Dr. Willet,
get her away from here!
Get her away from here,
Dr. Willet!
Take her away!
Get her away from here!
- Quickly! Quickly!
- What about Charles?
I'll come back for him!
They're finished.
Are you all right?
Yes... thanks to you
and to my wife.
I don't know
how I can ever repay you...
for what you've done,
Dr. Willet...
but I intend to try.
Are you sure you're all right?
Perfectly sure, my dear.
Perfectly sure.