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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.
Both past, and future.
- Yes?
- Yes, I have an appointment.
Howard P. Lovecraft.
Mr. Lovecraft...
always a treat.
And how can we 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
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.
It's 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.
Ah, no no. It's the, uh...
Alchemical Encyclopedia.
You didn't say which volume.
Oh, which volume?
It's 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 Lapoer line returned from Sweden.
Not only to claim title to the crumbling
remains of the family estate...
but also to escape his own
haunted memories.
As soon as I read the will
I had to come.
Have a look-see. This is
really a very strange place.
Interesting.
The hotel is not in
very good condition.
The 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...
and I inherited this case along with...
my father's practice.
Thanks.
Your 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 Delapoer,
not a De Lapoer.
I didn't change my name.
De Lapoer is the original spelling
and pronunciation.
Good lord!
You know, you could have
broken your neck!
Yes, how tragic.
I told you, the wallpaper's the only
thing holding this old place together.
You're better off just having
the whole place demolished.
We made it.
When we were here before...
I mean, my clerk and me,
he's a law student...
we didn't have any
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 folk in the village.
Kevin, that's his name, Kevin.
He's from these parts, and...
Well, 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 going to
crumble right down into them.
I tell you, Edward...
you really should sell.
This land is going to be worthless.
That's quite a bed, isn't it?
So, ah...
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?
Hmm, you wouldn't know.
That's Emma De Lapoer, your aunt.
She died quite young, quite tragically.
Drowned in a shipwreck.
And all gossip about the hotel
started at that time.
Jethro De Lapoer was never
the same afterword.
He followed her to the grave
just a few days after the tragedy.
How did he die?
They found him below their balcony
from what I heard.
Clara!
No one knows if he...
if he fell, or what happened.
It's too bad crabs can't talk.
Just a minute, I have
something for you.
It came with the will.
I think 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
is a lot of ugly memories.
Goodbye, Miss Gelmore.
Sixty years.
I am writing under an
appreciable strain...
since by tonight I shall be no more.
I can bear my pain no longer...
and shall cast myself
from this window...
onto 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 tiring voyage.
My wife Emma...
my 8 year old son, Yon 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 takes
to write these words...
our ship was driven onto the
rocks at the foot of the cliffs...
we'd been watching for days.
It took hours for the
help to reach us.
By God, this one's alive!
He's alive!
My God!
There, there.
My wife.
My-my wife, my son.
Calm down, Jethro.
You have a high fever.
That's right.
What are you doing?
Don't move, we have to
let all the poor blood out.
Oh, no!
Why?
Why!?
Let it be known by all,
from here forth...
let any God who takes from me...
my only love and progeny...
is no longer welcome in my home!
Get out!
Be gone!
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.
Wait!
"Towards the Remedy of Untimely Loss"
That is not dead
which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons
even death may die.
In his lair Cthulhu waits dreaming.
That which is not dead
can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons
even death may die.
In his lair Cthulhu waits dreaming.
That is not dead
which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons...
even death may die.
In his lair Cthulhu waits dreaming.
Daddy...
Yon!
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.
Oh! Damnit!
Damn!
My...
beloved...
guards...
the book.
My beloved...
cursed the book.
That is not dead
which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons
even death may die.
In his lair Cthulhu...
waits...
dreaming.
Who's there?
Eddie...
May I come in,
Eddie?
- It's not possible.
- Please.
Say 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'm tired of blowing bubbles, Eddie.
Don't push me away!
Come back to us, Eddie!
Will he truly be brainless
enough to try?
Of course, he's human.
In the midst of this
cruel heat wave...
the inhabitants of Boston
curse their 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 more about helping yourself.
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 on unsolved.
- Are you a police man?
- Shit...
Do I look like a cop?
Porkel. Dale Porkel. I'm a 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 listen, Miss Osterman,
I did some digging, and...
the deed on this place is executed
under Dr. Richard Madden's name.
And that was some 80 years ago.
Thank you, mother.
According to ah, state files...
there is no record of
Dr. Richard Madden's death...
which would mean that
he is still alive.
Sugar?
Yeah.
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.
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.
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 must never disturb Dr. Madden.
Is that quite clear?
All right.
Well if it isn't little Miss runaway.
I do believe it's time 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
your my own, Emily.
And I believe I'm entitled to a
little affection when your...
mother's passed out and bloated.
I will die before I let
you touch me again!
Who said anything about
touching? Me, I...
just came by to watch you
practice your flute playing. Only...
your gonna practice on my instrument.
You little bitch! Come back here!
Please, please...
Be careful.
Sudden movements
will impair your equilibrium.
Sam? Where's 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 some ammonia or something
leaking from my ceiling.
I apologize for that.
And as for that cold your 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, we better get you out of here
and in bed before you die of cold.
How can I 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 hold him still.
Is his temperature holding?
Temperature is steady at 34.
Put another syringe in, Clara.
I heard drilling noises last night.
You were probably dreaming.
It's one of the side effects
of the medication.
Now your going to have
a little scar...
but it's going to be covered
by your lovely hair.
Are you alright, doctor?
Best to get some rest, Emily.
It's a 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 a 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. I'll take the BLT.
Extra mayo and a soda.
I'll have the same.
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 I was dreaming, but I wasn't!
Was I? Was I!?
Emily, please, I'm 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...
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 care what you did to Sam.
But you lied to me.
No, no, never. I would
never hurt you, Emily.
- Doctor! Doctor what's wrong?
- Get Lena.
She went out. She's gone.
Come on, doctor,
tell me 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 microorganism which can be dried
under certain conditions then...
brought back to life with water.
A process called "criptobiosis".
You see the...
decreased body temperature
results in a secession of aging.
Make 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's very protective over you.
Are you in love with her?
My heart has been given over
to my work unconditionally.
I don't know why Lena stays on.
I can never return the
feelings she has for me.
Like all children of nature...
this rose was destined
to wither and parish.
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 will never 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 on myself.
All I ever wanted was
his love, Emily.
If you're not willing to die for him...
or kill for him...
you will kill him.
Obviously their relationship
wasn't meant to be...
but that didn't make any easier.
You see, Dr. Madden
was the first man...
my mother ever loved.
So what? She left him?
Yes.
But months later...
she had to go back.
- Let me out of here!
- We have to kill him!
No.
What the hell do you want from me!?
Your both crazy!
No!
Get her away from me!
I know, I know. Come on Al!
I just came over to see...
whatever happened to you...
and somebody knocked
me over the head.
We gotta get out of here! Come on!
- Al!
- 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!
- It's the only way, Richard!
No!
No, 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!
Em... i... ly.
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 your 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 know, 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.
That would be impossible,
Mr. Porkel, now wouldn't it?
Not if you picked up
this strange disease...
when you slept with Madden.
I mean, you said it yourself:
He didn't seem to age.
Your right, Mr. Porkel.
I am Emily.
The disease which
afflicted Dr. Madden...
and now afflicts me...
is nothing more than death itself.
I did not survive that gunshot.
But life goes on.
You, you fucking 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.
You see, 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, and most God fearing...
is now lorded over
by a self-styled god.
A miscreate known as "The Butcher".
Goddamnit Sarah, slow down!
What the hell you trying
to prove anyway?
I'm not trying to prove anything.
I'm pursuing a suspect.
This is bullshit! Now pull over!
Look, don't bring
the burglar into this.
We both got too much at stake here.
This is 2-Carl-9 heading
east on Seventh Street...
in pursuit of a gray Nova,
license plate YVU169.
Damnit!
Suspect is driving reckless
and refuses to listen to reason.
Request air support. Over.
Okay, goddamnit.
Alright! You wanna hurt me!?
Slam on your breaks. Smash my
head into the fuckin' dashboard!
But don't play with me, Sarah.
I know we shouldn't have
slept together, okay.
You want me to quit? I'll 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!
Sarah!
Paul? Paul?
Paul?
This is 2-Carl-9.
I'm at Seventh and Crimson...
requesting back-up and
medical ASAP. Over.
Repeat, requesting back-up and
medical ASAP, do you copy?
Shit!
Stop!
Help, Sarah!
No!
- Oh, boy!
- I'm a police officer!
Now get over here, now!
What the hell have you
done with my partner?
You followed the gray Nova
down here. Am I right?
That's how he usually does it. Yeah.
Never seen him catch a
cop before though.
You telling me that wasn't you
driving that gray Nova?
Well, ah... I'm a Cadillac man myself.
Don't fuck with me!
The man your probably
looking for is the Butcher.
Where can I find this Butcher?
Well technically he's supposed to pay me rent
'cause I own this building top to bottom.
If you own this building
open the door. Now!
Lost all the keys.
Strangest thing.
This building has a bad habit of swallowing
things up just like they never existed.
I wanna get down below!
I wanna get down now!
Well, why didn't you say so?
Move it.
Darling, hold your fire!
Harold? That you, Harold?
Oh, Harold what's goin' on?
"What" is you just about
shot a police officer!
I'm sorry, dear, but I
thought it was him.
Somehow that skunk's
gettin' out, Harold.
The Butcher? Where's he getting out?
Don't you worry, Daisy.
I called the cops.
We got a fine officer on the case,
although she doesn't have a badge.
Fine officer indeed.
Smells very pretty.
Pretty is fine.
- Let's go.
- Okay, okay.
Now be careful with this floor girl. Looks like
the missus just mopped up around here.
Don't want you slippin' and
slappin' a law suit on us too.
Show me where he's getting out.
Over here.
There's a tunnel in there.
Harold locked it up.
Good lord! What's happenin', girl?
Lily, I think she's hurt herself.
No, it's okay, it's okay.
You sit right down here, dear.
Right here, that's fine.
Are you pregnant, young lady?
I always wanted to have kids.
You got a million reasons against it:
- "I'm too young," or "I'm too old."
- I wasn't too young, and I'm not too old.
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. Um... I'll go clear it out.
Your partner, he's the father isn't he?
Well, you're not wrong to be scared.
The thought of bringing a new life
into this world is a scary notion.
What's takin' your husband
so goddamn long?
Almost got it cleared out.
He's not my husband. I just
met him up on the streets...
a couple of weeks ago.
He told me he owns this building.
Did he tell you that?
What else did he tell ya?
I don't have time for this crap!
I'll bet he didn't tell ya...
the Butcher's an alien.
- A what?
- Oh, yeah.
He's been down here since
before the dinosaurs...
- if you can believe it.
- Aliens, huh?
Ready, if you are.
What in 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 ya look at these stones?
People used to pass through this
tunnel just like we're doin' now.
But they didn't believe in no God neither.
Only they weren't huntin' some butcher.
They were the butchers.
I came down here once...
Forgot to light these.
Without 'em, we'd have a heck
of a time findin' our way back.
Do you know where we're going?
Yeah I--I thought that we were
looking for your partner's trail.
Wait a minute. It looks like there's
two sets of tracks here.
Well, you don't think your partner's
the first one down here, do ya?
They don't call him the
Butcher for nothin'.
Your wife said that she thinks that...
that the Butcher's an alien.
Well that's... that's ridiculous.
Truth is, the Butcher's
workin' for aliens...
but he isn't one himself.
See, my guess is,
he's bettin' God's a goner.
Puttin' all his chips on another horse.
Just like in all these pictures here.
We're here.
Down there.
Ya know, one thing I
have always maintained:
If a man's shoe is dirty...
you've got to wonder about his soul.
You son of a bitch!
I saw you pull Paul out of the car!
I was just tryin' to--
Daisy?
Is that you?
What happened to the lights?
How well do you know this blind woman?
Rose? Well, she's my wife.
She's not your goddamn wife!
And if you're not the
Butcher then she is...
because somebody sure
the fuck is lying to me!
Some nerve you got callin'
my Daisy a butcher!
I heard you two talkin'. You're pregnant.
Least ways 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!
- Shut up sweetie.
There is no God!
Why are you doing this to me!?
No, no!
Oh, no.
Nooo!
No, no, no!
I'll do anything!
Please!
Please!
I'll have the baby!
Please!
Sarah!
Paul?
Oh, my God!
My God!
No!
No! No!
No!
No!
Sarah!
Sarah!
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 being human...
will be no more than a bad old dream.
It's time for you think
about things differently.
It's time 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 lost you!
What happened? Where I am?
It was a bad accident, Sarah.
You've been unconscious
for several days now.
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 wanna
get off your chest?
I didn't tell you mother because
I knew what you would say.
It's my body, it's my choice.
It's 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'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
If God can forgive you,
and if I can forgive you...
then 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 you'd want it
that way with him close by.
Oh, no!
Right here, Sarah.
No.
Nooo!
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 you, Sarah?
I know it seems inhumane,
but we need it...
for our self preservation
and it's all because of...
No! You can't do this to me!
Go easy, sweetie!
You're almost there.
This ain't gonna take long, I promise ya.
It won't be too long.
Hold still.
Immortality! I'm on
my way to immortality.
Lily, 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 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. He's a strange one alright.
Here you are, sir.
We can go now.
Alright.
Take care of yourself, mate.
Have a good night.
So, ah, you find what your
looking for, Mr. Lovecraft?
You might say it found me.