From Beyond

Edward!

- Pretorious!

- Go away!

No, listen to me. I've got to talk to you.

The resonator - it's working.

If this is your idea of a joke...

No, listen to me.

The new program - it worked.

Just like you said.

My God.

Do you feel it, Crawford?

Turn it off. Edward! Shut it off.

Never!

Can't you feel it?

Crawford! In the mind.

The mind!

It's out of control.

You've got to turn it off.

No! No!

No, I want to see more.

More than any man has ever seen.

Edward! It's running itself!

Something's...

coming.

They're at it again.

With the coloured lights

and the weird sounds.

Last time I called

you said you'd send a squad car

if there was another disturbance.

Well, I'm disturbed.

Hello?

Hello!

Bunny! Come back!

Bunny.

Bunny.

Oh, please.

Bunny.

Oh, Bunny.

- Bunny.

- Get back! It's out of control!

Edward! Turn it off! Edward!

Here we are, you little sweetheart.

Somebody! Help!

Help! Help!

Hold it, fella!

Oh God!

Oh my God!

Come on! Come on!

Bunny!

Dr Bloch, I'm Jordan Fields from the DA's

office. This is Dr Katherine McMichaels.

Hello.

I've read some of your work.

Very... impressive.

Oh, yes. So is this facility.

Though if you've read my work...

you know I'm not in favor of

locking away schizophrenics.

Yes, I know. You're in favor of

using them in experiments, like...

lab animals.

We've asked Dr McMichaels

for her expert opinion

on the sanity of Crawford Tillinghast,

as it pertains to his ability to stand

trial for the murder of Edward Pretorious.

Thank you.

Just a minute. Ray?

Thank you.

And...

I'm sorry. I am.

I'm sorry.

May God in heaven...

Get them out of here!

Get them out of here!

He's in here, doctor.

Crawford?

This is Dr Katherine McMichaels.

Hello.

I suppose you're another psychiatrist.

Yes, I am.

And you're a physicist.

Your record at Miskatonic University

was brilliant.

Oh yes. I had quite a future, didn't I?

Yes. You were working

with Edward Pretorious.

I was assisting Dr Pretorious

with his experiments, yes.

What was the purpose of the experiments?

To stimulate the pineal gland

with resonant vibrations.

The pineal gland? Why?

Dr Pretorious believed the pineal was

a dormant sensory organ.

- A sixth sense.

- Yes. Well, that's not a new theory.

The philosopher Descartes believed

it was the third eye.

It's not a theory. It's a fact.

Then your experiments worked.

They proved the theory.

Yes.

Then what went wrong?

Nothing, at first.

But then we saw them.

What did you see?

We saw creatures.

We saw creatures, these...

things that were swimming around

in the air and fill it all the time.

Are they around us now?

You bet.

Only we can't see them without

the resonator and they can't see us,

unless they're under the influence

of the vibrations.

That's why I had to destroy it.

Destroy what?

The resonator - Pretorious's invention.

Because...

it...

came.

What came?

Dr Tillinghast?

Crawford, what did you see?

It ate him.

Bit off his head.

Like a gingerbread man.

Crawford.

- Dr McMichaels.

- I'm not mad.

I saw it.

Do you hear me? I saw it.

- Why doesn't anyone believe me?

- We can't reach him.

He keeps returning to

the same fantasy.

Let's do a CAT scan on him.

Why? You've already seen everything

you need to see.

There's always more to see.

No machines, please.

No, it's all right.

You'll be all right.

I promise.

Oh God.

No. No. No!

No! No!

No!

No!

Oh my God!

There. Do you see that?

The pineal gland is oversized and

extending through the optic thalami.

Think the tumour is causing his delusions?

I don't think that's a tumour.

I think the pineal gland is growing.

- That's impossible.

- I know but the CAT scan bears it out.

The pineal stalk is elongating

through the brain.

Wait a minute.

I don't know from the inside of brains.

What does all this mean?

Well, it could mean that the experiment

they were performing

actually does stimulate the pineal.

You mean he's not crazy?

I don't know.

He actually believes that he saw

these creatures.

It still doesn't explain how Pretorious

died or what happened to his head.

I'd like to recreate their experiment

and I'll need Tillinghast to do it.

That is absurd and unethical.

I know your methods. The girl wonder.

You use your patients so you can make

your great discoveries.

At least here we try to cure them.

By locking them up?

Giving them drugs?

Taking their lives away?

I can give him his life back.

I'll give you an expert opinion.

Crawford Tillinghast is a classic

paranoid schizophrenic

and a dangerous one.

If I can recreate the experiment,

then I can find out

what happened to Pretorious.

I'd like nothing better than

to lock this guy up.

I've got a dead man

with his head twisted off,

covered in some sh*t

the pathologist can't even identify.

No other fingerprints found

except Tillinghast's,

no blood on the axe,

no blood anywhere.

I wanna know what the hell

happened up there.

He's all yours.

You're my patient now, Dr Tillinghast.

Thank you.

I'll call for an appointment.

No, no, no. Wait a minute.

You've been released into my custody.

You have to come with me.

Where do you plan on taking me?

Back to the Pretorious house.

I want you to recreate your experiment.

No.

Look... You can either stay here for the

rest of your life or you can come with me.

That's not much of a choice, is it?

I believe you, Crawford.

I wanna see what you saw.

Hi! You must be Doc McMichaels.

No. I'm Dr McMichaels.

- Oh, hi.

- Hello.

Then you must be...

- This is Dr Crawford Tillinghast.

- The crazy.

I'm Sergeant Buford Brownlee but

my team mates call me Bubba.

I used to play pro football.

We were all crazy.

Not exactly cheery.

Sorry about that. Childproof lock.

Last stop. Everybody out.

Dr Tillinghast, would you care to

show us around?

Doctor, if you're telling us the truth,

the only way to free yourself

is to go back... through this door.

Come on, doc.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Look, I'll show you.

See? What did I tell you?

Bubba, you all right?

Yeah, yeah. OK.

Electrical cables.

We needed more power so...

they rewired the whole house.

Where are the circuit breakers, doctor?

Doctor?

Tillinghast.

Damn! Have we lost him?

He knows this place better than we do.

First thing's to find the power.

- Hey, wait a minute.

- What?

I'll bet these cables lead

to the resonator.

First we find our missing mental patient.

I want more yelling.

This guy was into some weird sh*t.

Where's that mouth? I wanna kiss it.

That's him.

Dr Edward Pretorious.

I don't care about his private life.

The Pretorious resonator.

- Is that how you hacked up Pretorious?

- That's where I hit it.

I knocked a fork off.

There.

There it is.

What do you want me to do with him?

- Let him go.

- Are you crazy too?

He's reliving it - the night of

the murder. Let him go.

DA says you call the signals.

Yes.

This is how it was.

That's where it ate him.

Wait a minute. What ate who?

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