The Dunwich Horror
- R
- Year:
- 1970
- 90 min
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[Heartbeat]
[Heartbeat stops]
[Woman moans]
[Moans louder]
[Screams]
OH, GOD!
IT WAS A BRILLIANT
LECTURE, DOCTOR.
YEAH. THE BEST
OF THE YEAR.
CAREFUL, ALL THESE BRAVOS WILL
AND NOW, IF YOU'LL TAKE
THE NECRONOMICON
AND RETURN IT:
TO THE LIBRARY,
DOCTOR, DON'T FORGET WE'RE
I'LL BE THERE.
OF THAT BOOK.
YOU KNOW, SOME OF
[Laughs]
IT'S RIDICULOUS.
NO, NO. I KNOW
WHAT YOU MEAN.
ESPECIALLY THOSE
CREEPY PEOPLE:
THINGS THEY DID.
COULD I SEE THAT
THROUGH THAT BOOK,
THE NECRONOMICON.
WELL, THAT'S
IMPOSSIBLE.
COME ON.
GIVE ME 5 MINUTES.
ABSOLUTELY NOT!
WAIT A MINUTE.
I DON'T SUPPOSE
ARE YOU CRAZY?
UH, WHY DON'T YOU
THANK YOU.
YOU MUST BE:
INSANE.
OH, STOP WORRYING
ABOUT THE BOOK.
YOU'RE GIVING
HIS RAREST BOOK:
THAT COMES ALONG.
WELL, UH...
I--I TRUST HIM.
"YOG-SOTHOTH...
THE SPHERES MEET.
"YOG-SOTHOTH
IS THE KEY.
"PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE...
ALL ARE ONE.
SERENE AND PRIMAL...
"UNDIMENSIONED AND UNSEEN...
OF OLD...
"AND THEY SHALL
BREAK THROUGH--"
[Armitage]
THE BOOK, PLEASE.
THE BOOK, PLEASE.
OH, THERE'S NO NEED
TO BE UPSET.
OF COURSE,
A GENERATION AGO,
THERE WAS:
ANOTHER COPY...
YOUNG MAN, I AM FAMILIAR
WITH DUNWICH.
I KNOW.
ON OLIVER WHATELEY?
THEY HANGED HIM.
THEY WERE FOOLS.
WHO'S TO SAY?
I'M WILBUR WHATELEY,
OLIVER'S GREAT-GRANDSON.
DR. HENRY ARMITAGE.
YES. IT'S A PLEASURE
TO MEET A WHATELEY.
THANK YOU.
[Nancy] DOCTOR?
SO EFFECTIVELY CHARMED.
FURTHER WITH YOU.
DON'T YOU THINK?
ABOUT DUNWICH, PERHAPS?
DUNWICH, DR. ARMITAGE,
ABOUT IT.
DISMAL CREATURE.
YES. WHY NOT?
LOOK AROUND.
YOU'LL SEE WHAT'S THERE.
FEAR, AND FRIGHTENED
PEOPLE WHO KILL:
WHAT THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND.
IT'S LATE.
DR. ARMITAGE,
I'D LIKE PERMISSION
TO STUDY:
THE NECRONOMICON.
FOR WHAT REASON,
MR. WHATELEY?
WELL, I'M A STUDENT
OF THE OCCULT.
LIKE A BIBLE.
UH, NO, NOT REALLY.
NO. YOU'RE AFRAID.
AFRAID? POSSIBLY.
IN ANCIENT TIMES,
TO ANOTHER DIMENSION,
TO ANOTHER RACE:
OF BEINGS.
THOSE BELIEFS,
NOR DO I FULLY:
UNDERSTAND THEM.
HOWEVER, I KNOW ENOUGH
ABOUT STRANGE THINGS
I'M SORRY,
I COULDN'T POSSIBLY
LET THE BOOK:
FIELD OF STUDY.
DR. ARMITAGE, WILL YOU
I WILL NOT.
YES.
LET ME GET:
PART OF THAT.
OH, NONSENSE.
NANCY'S CAR
IS HERE.
I'LL TAKE YOU
TO THE HOTEL.
THANK YOU.
GOOD NIGHT.
GOOD NIGHT.
MR. WHATELEY.
MAYBE WE'LL MEET AGAIN.
PERHAPS.
BUT I CAN'T STAND POMPOSITY.
I THINK YOU'VE MADE
NEXT MONDAY.
MONDAY.
THAT'S ONLY 3 DAYS.
YOU WON'T BE HERE
THAT LONG?
TO DUNWICH TONIGHT.
WHAT TIME'S YOUR BUS?
9:
15.9:
15?DAMMIT.
THERE ISN'T ANOTHER BUS
UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING.
WELL, UH,
OH, IT'S TOO LATE.
NO, NO, REALLY.
I MEAN, I'D LIKE TO.
OH, FINE.
IT'S ONLY A COUPLE
MORE MILES, NANCY.
I HOPE SO. WE'RE
OH, SAVED.
IT'S PAST
CLOSING TIME.
OH, COULDN'T I HAVE
A LITTLE GAS?
OK. HOW MUCH?
PLEASE?
SERVICE:
WITH A SMILE.
SAY, HOW FAR
IS THE TOWN?
RIGHT UP HERE.
I'M SORRY.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
THERE'S NOT MUCH
BESIDES, EVERYTHING IN TOWN
$1!
$1? I ASKED YOU
$1!
THE WINDOW?
[Nancy] BOY, I COULD NEVER GET
[Whateley] THEY'VE
SINCE THE DAY:
I WAS BORN.
THEY NEVER CHANGE.
THEY'RE STILL
THE SAME FRIGHTENED,
SUPERSTITIOUS FOOLS.
THAT'S EVEN CRAZIER
THAN YOU SAID.
OH, NO, NO.
I'D LIKE TO,
BUT REALLY,
JUST HAVE A DRINK...
I REALLY SHOULDN'T.
PLEASE.
OK.
[Nervous laugh]
WELL?
[Nervous laugh]
WELL, I DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO THINK.
INTERESTING.
WOULD YOU LIKE:
PLEASE.
FINE.
IF YOU FEEL:
LIKE FRESHENING UP,
THERE'S A BATHROOM
THANK YOU.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
[Kettle whistles]
[Strange noises like wind]
WILBUR!
WILBUR!
I'LL SEE YOU
WHEN WE'RE FINISHED.
SORRY.
SIT DOWN, NANCY.
I THOUGHT YOU:
LIVED ALONE.
GEE, I'M SORRY
HE FRIGHTENED YOU.
DO YOU WANT:
SUGAR OR CREAM?
NO, THANK YOU.
OH, IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S JUST THAT
HE STARTLED ME.
WILBUR, WHEN YOU
I'M NOT SURE.
I MEAN,
OR THE OCEAN.
OH, WILBUR,
I'M SORRY.
I DROPPED:
SOMETHING BEFORE.
OH?
THE...GLASS.
OH. [Chuckles]
THAT'S NOTHING.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
WELL...
I GUESS I'D
BETTER START BACK.
FINISH YOUR TEA.
NO, REALLY, NO.
IT'S LATE. I MUST GO.
I UNDERSTAND.
VISIT SOON, WILL YOU?
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