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- [Man] Beyond fear.
(woman gasps)
Beyond your wildest nightmares.
(woman screaming)
(projector whirring) (dramatic music)
(eerie music) (crickets chirping)
(eerie music continues)
(all chanting in foreign language)
(dramatic percussive music)
(dramatic percussive music continues)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- [Woman] Russell, how good to see you again.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- [Gideon] Dad, I got something big!
Holy shit!
Dad!
Fuck!
Hurry!
I think it's a body.
- [Dan] That's a body, yeah.
(dramatic orchestral music)
You got his arm?
(both grunting)
Pull him up. (grunting)
- Think he's gonna be okay? - I don't know.
Alright, let's get him back to camp.
- Okay. - Alright.
Get him under the arm.
(both grunting)
Alright, let's go.
(both grunting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Well?
- I don't feel a pulse.
I think he's gone.
- Oh, God, no.
(Russell gasps)
Jesus!
- (breathing heavily) Where am I?
- We just pulled you out of the Arroyo Seco.
- Holy shit, mister!
- We thought you were dead.
- Where's the water?
Are we close to the water?
- It's okay.
You're safe.
We're a ways away.
What happened to you?
- I was in a house.
- Where?
- Ventura.
Solar Beach colony.
She stabbed me.
- Who stabbed you?
- A woman.
She killed it.
- What?
- Solar Beach, huh?
- Could he have really drifted that far from the ocean?
- It's possible.
- I should be under the sea.
In R'lyeh.
- What?
- Nothing.
Who are you?
- I'm Dan Gordon.
This is my son Gideon, and this is our campsite.
- Campsite?
- Yeah, I mean, we get out here every weekend,
do a little fishing.
- Who are you?
- My name is Russell Marsh.
I was born in 1865.
I was taken prisoner by the light.
September 7, 1930.
I was 65 years old, captaining the chase.
A 38-footer with a three-ton cargo of canned clams,
and coal.
I departed Kodiak on Kodiak Island.
I bound for Seward when I saw the light.
- Look, Mr. Marsh, you aren't making any sense.
You're hurt.
You're probably in deep shock.
I mean, you said you were born in 1865.
You know, you don't look 155 years old to me.
- Yeah, you're not thinking clear.
- The great Old Ones.
They're immortal.
I didn't age because they were inside of me.
They'll kill us all when they get here.
We have to leave, now.
- Calm down.
Calm down.
Call for an ambulance.
- No! - Okay, all right, alright.
- Lead us out of here as far from the water,
as from the water as you can.
You'll drop me off at some dry land, please.
- Okay.
Keep him here.
I'll go for help, okay?
- They're coming. - Nice and calm.
Nice and calm.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- We gotta go.
- Yeah, yeah, he is...
Sure thing, Mr. Marsh.
Gideon.
Get Russell some dry clothes here
before he freezes to death.
I'm gonna go get my Jeep.
Uh, I'll bring it closer so you don't have
to hike too far with that gash.
- Hurry!
- I'm going.
I'm going.
- All right, look, Russell, I got some clothes for you.
You can change back there.
- Oh, thank you. (breathing heavily)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Thank you. - No problem.
All right, just, I'll be out here.
(thunder rumbling)
- Yeah, hi.
Um, goddamn rain.
Um, my name is Dan Gordon.
I need an ambulance.
My son and I, yeah, hello?
Shit.
(ominous music)
You're breaking up.
(creature growls)
You're breaking up.
Can you hear me?
(Deep One growls)
We pull a man out of the river and, ah!
(Dan grunting)
- Dad?
Dad! (sobbing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Run, Gideon, run!
(Zadok howls)
- Come to me, vessel of Old Ones.
- The Old One is dead.
- That is not dead, which can eternal lie.
And with strange eons, even death may die.
- I remember seeing beneath as far as vision could explore.
But now my mind, my body, are mine once more.
- Take him home.
(Deep One growls)
(Zadok screaming)
(Zadok screaming continues)
(wind whooshing) (suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
(creature growling)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- Wait a second.
Hey, hey, it killed my dad.
What the hell was it?
- The species of ocean-dwelling humanoids.
The Deep Ones.
- Deep, deep, species?
- The cult gave them women to mate with
in exchange for riches.
- This, this is how you're talking
about monsters and oceans?
(creature growling)
(creature hissing)
(Gideon grunting) (suspenseful orchestral music)
(Gideon gasping)
(Russell grunting)
(creature growling)
- All right, all right, help me.
Okay. (grunting)
Give me your knife.
- What for?
- The only way to kill an Old One is with bone.
- Your gonna cut that thing up?
- We need a couple of ribs and the head.
- This is a fucking living nightmare, man.
- [Russell] We survive nightmares.
- Okay, wait, so what's an Old One anyway?
- The great Old Ones were here ages before mankind,
before man came to this young world.
Listen to me.
This body holds secrets, to dreams, to us, to destroy a cult
which once thought it would never die.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(creature squeals)
(Russell grunting)
You all right, kid?
- [Gideon] I thought, you, you said it was dead.
- It appears I was wrong.
It's dead now.
- You sure?
- [Russell] Yes.
I can sense Finley.
- Okay, so you can sense a Finley,
but you can't sense if that thing is still alive.
- This is new to me.
I sense what I sense.
- [Gideon] Okay, excuse me.
I didn't know.
- [Russell] I can hypnotize you if you want and, you know,
it won't be so bad.
- No, nope.
Thank you.
I'm fine.
- You're a good kid, kid.
(ominous music) (both grunting)
We may need this.
(flesh and blood squishing)
(both grunting)
Where's that other freakin' rib?
(groaning) There it is.
(Gideon gagging)
In case it gets inside of me again.
(Gideon gagging)
Now the head.
(groaning) It's coming.
It's coming.
- [Gideon] Jesus.
- Where's the car?
Let's vamos.
All right, come on.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
Come on!
Pick up the pace.
The ocean's full of hybrids and Deep Ones.
More are gonna be coming for us.
You want to see your dad, alive again, don't you?
- What?
He's dead!
- So was I.
Look at me now.
- [Gideon] What are you talking about?
- (sighing) This can all be reversed.
You can see your father again.
You don't have to be so frantic.
I, I can be free.
Like none of this happened.
- No, no, no, man.
This is all too fantastic.
I'm holding a rib.
I'm running from monsters.
- Yeah, yeah, you ain't seen nothing yet.
How much further?
- I mean, it should just be up the hill,
but why don't we call the police?
- And tell them what?
Besides, they're everywhere in every facet.
You open your mouth and you disappear.
The worst of it is you'll see the light.
- What's the light?
- Pray to God you'll never see it, kid.
Come on.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(Russell grunting)
Nice car, kid.
- Yeah, well, it was, it is my dad's.
- It's yours now.
- Yeah.
Mind getting that off of it?
- All right, pop the trunk.
- It's a hatch.
- Whatever.
- [Gideon] Come on, man.
You're really sick, you know that?
- (grunting) Nice hat.
- Yeah.
Looks great.
Okay.
Where to?
- Finley.
- Okay.
(eerie music)
- Hey, Mr. Finley.
How's it going?
- No rest for the wicked, Mr. Carter.
- Don't I know it.
(eerie music) (Finley humming)
- Good to see you again, Finley.
- I thought I had felt you.
- Yes.
Still a trace of that primordial ooze
coursing through my veins.
- Apparently not enough.
- Enough to do what has to be done.
- It doesn't have to go this way, Russell.
- Have a seat.
(Finley sighs)
- Was that necessary?
- Most definitely.
- For he who passes the gateways always wins a shadow.
And never again can he be alone.
Let us reunite you with your shadow, Mr. Marsh.
And your friend, of course.
- Never, never, never, never.
See, time is fleeting, Mr. Finley.
And you're going to need to answer some questions for me
that only a a great Old One can resolve.
- I cannot help you on your quest.
- I thought you would be stubborn.
(foreboding music)
- You think that frightens me?
(Russell chuckling)
I will be leaving now.
- [Russell] Hold him.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- All right, just relax, old man.
- Lift his shirt up.
- When the stars were right,
we could plunge from world to world through the skies.
But when the stars were wrong, we could not live.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- No, okay, you know what?
Russell, he's stronger than he looks.
(Finley speaking foreign language)
- Yeah.
(Finley speaking foreign language)
(Russell chuckling)
(Finley grunts)
Yes, show Rayburn your fate.
Fate to all the Old Ones that cross my path.
- From his dark house in the mighty city of R'lyeh,
under the waters, should rise
and bring the earth again beneath his sway.
- What is that?
- The Old One.
- Ah.
I'm free, free!
- (chuckling) You can let him go.
- Oh my God, I can't believe it.
Thank you, Russell.
Th...
I'm cut.
- Just put some pressure on it.
- Of course.
Oh, it's worth it.
Thank you, friend, heaven, thank you.
You too, both of you, thank you for my freedom, my life.
- Okay. - You're welcome. (laughing)
- [Gideon] Okay.
- Now run.
Run!
- Oh yes, yes.
I'm free!
- I thought you said we needed him to lead the way.
- We have it right here.
(ominous orchestral music)
Don't look in his eyes.
(liquid splashing)
- Help me!
- There you are, Mr. Finley.
- Help me!
Help me!
- Where is Tillinghast?
- Tillinghast resonator will not help you.
rejoin your time.
Your wife.
Your existence is over, Russell Marsh.
- Your vessel is gone.
Your weak mind must answer.
Speak to me.
Don't look in his eyes.
Speak to me, Old One.
Speak to me.
- You'll need the crawling chaos.
- Ah, yes.
Nyarlathotep.
- [Finley] The crawling chaos.
- We got it.
Come on, kid.
- [Gideon] This is too overwhelming, man.
- [Finley] The crawling chaos.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Hey!
Hey!
Mr. Finley!
Hey, Mr. Finley!
Mr. Finley?
- [Finley] Help me!
(ominous orchestral music)
- What in the holy heck?
What is-
- Help me!
(ominous orchestral music)
- Let go!
What are you doing?
Let go!
What are you doing?
- [Cabby] It's too late.
There's not enough left.
- I am the authority of this yard.
And if you don't let me go right now,
I am gonna fuck you up, ugh.
(intense music)
(Carter grunting)
(intense music continues)
(chanting in foreign language)
(ominous music)
(Carter grunting)
(intense music)
- He lives.
He lives. - I'm Finley.
Help me up.
Get me to my feet.
- Help him up.
Help him up.
Guys, get him up.
- [Finley] Help me to my feet.
(sniffing) Lagrasse.
Old friend.
Listen.
Listen to my new voice.
Yes.
Look.
Look at my new body.
- Glorious.
Hail the Great Old One.
- Hail the Great Old One. - Hail the Great Old One.
- Glorious.
- [Reeves] Glorious.
Hail the Great Old One.
- [Cabby] Hail the Glorious.
Hail the Great Old One.
- Hail the Great Old One. - Hail the Great Old One.
(ominous music)
- What's going on- - Shut up!
We must go.
To Naya.
To Naya- - What?
No!
- Hotep!
- Yes, let's go.
- Nyarlathotep!
- [Reeves] Nyarlathotep!
- [Lagrasse] Nyarlathotep!
(Finley grunting)
(ominous orchestral music)
(mysterious orchestral music)
(mysterious orchestral music continues)
- Emily?
- [Emily] Russell?
- [Russell] Emily.
- Why did you leave me?
(dramatic orchestral music)
- It took me away.
The light.
It lived inside me for a lifetime.
Committing unearthly sins.
- I died alone, in darkness waiting.
- I'm crossing an ocean of time.
Beyond the bounds of infinity for you.
- In his house, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
- Emily.
- Dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
- (gasping) Emily.
- What is it? - Huh?
- [Zadok] Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to hide.
His essence within resides.
(ominous orchestral music)
- Emily. - Jesus, Russell.
What is it?
- Stop.
Where are we?
- We're about 20 miles from Castaic.
That's where you wanted to go, right?
- Yeah.
- Man, you were you were out like a light.
- Starting to feel these century old bones, I guess.
Any place for food?
- I mean, yeah, it should be up ahead.
- [Russell] Good.
- Who's Emily?
- My wife.
I see her in my dreams.
Those eyes, voice, touch.
Can't imagine the torture being without her.
My solace is in the 90 years of my dreams,
knowing that one day I'm going to rejoin her.
- Listen, I mean, when my mom died, my dad
and I became really close.
Hell, during my whole childhood,
I said maybe 10 words to the man.
Now we're inseparable.
So I can't really comprehend that he's gone.
I never even told him that I loved him.
He can't be dead.
That's why I must believe with all my heart,
as fantastic as all this may seem,
that we'll be able to do what you say
and bring him back, right?
(Russell snoring) (gentle orchestral music)
Must believe that, right?
(gentle orchestral music continues)
(Gideon sighing)
(engine rumbling)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(soft music)
♪ I'm a little cowgirl ♪
- Yeah.
There we go.
(whistles) Got fries.
- You got apple pie and ice cream?
- Um, I got to check.
I think we ran out of apple pie, but-
- [Russell] Cherry pie?
- Come on, you didn't earn cherry pie.
- I like cherry pie.
Hmm.
- Hey, uh, what's with the tattoo?
- If I had a nickel for every time-
- Why do horses chew with their mouths open?
Because they have bad stable manners.
(Russell laughs)
- Seriously, you see someone with one of these,
run.
- Hey.
Them folks okay?
- You know, you keep keeping me on till six,
I'm going to fucking quit, or I need,
I need, I need time for my, just for me.
Me time.
Okay?
That's fine.
I'm, I'm just cranky.
- I think so.
- [Gideon] So we're safe then.
- [Russell] For the moment.
- Super.
- This is fantastic.
- Hmm?
- Hmm.
I've been eating nothing but seafood for the last 90 years.
(laughs) Yuck.
- Oh, I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Now, would you mind filling me in on what we're doing here
and how this will help bring back my dad?
- We're going to go see, uh, Nyarlathotep.
- What is that?
- You mean who?
- Okay, who is Nyarlathotep?
- From inner Egypt
came the strange dark one to whom fellas bowed.
Wain and silent, wrapped in fabrics, red like sunset flame.
Throngs, they've had a frown.
Frantic for his commands.
But leaving could not tell what they heard.
While, through the nations,
the word spread,
wild beasts followed him,
licking his hands.
And soon from the sea,
this noxious world began.
Forgotten lands.
Weighty spires of gold.
- So, so he's some kind of prophet then?
- Sort of.
- So, so, so he's good?
- No, as evil as they come.
- Well, then, so why would he help us?
- This is why.
- Jesus, Jesus, some discretion.
- No.
That's our golden fleece, sort of.
- That's the heart?
- Hopefully, Nyarlathotep will be happy
to exchange information for that.
- And how will this information bring my dad back?
- He knows where to find Tillingast.
- Okay.
- And Tillingast's machine, the resonator, will open doors.
It's going to take me back to 1930,
the day before I was taken.
Hence, I won't go on my boat to chase.
And therefore, I won't see the light,
so they won't be able to inhabit me.
And you won't pick me up at the river's edge.
- I got it.
- Oh, fuck.
(sighs) Whoa.
- What?
You okay?
Is it your wound?
- Hamburgers. (laughs)
- Oh.
Yeah, you need some metamucil or something?
I'm sure we can get some.
- Excuse me.
- Okay.
Yeah.
- Hey, is everything okay with your friend?
- Oh, yeah.
He's fine.
I think he just ate a little too fast or something.
- It probably Phil's fucking cooking.
You know, some of the clam chowder and wine hasn't agreed
with all the customers, so I just wouldn't eat too many
of those fries otherwise, ugh!
- Yeah, I got it.
Thanks.
Oh, can I get a check
and a to-go box? - Yeah, you got it.
(Russell grunts)
(Russell farts)
- Oh.
(footsteps thudding)
Gideon?
(door rattling)
I'll be right out.
(ominous orchestral music)
(engine rumbling)
- [Finley] We have him.
Soggoth!
He's in the can taking a growler.
I'll get him.
- What?
He's in, he's in the bathroom.
Get him while he's vulnerable.
(groaning) Soggoth.
Crush Russell's throat.
- [Cabby] Yes, it has it.
Yes.
- What's happening to me?
Leave me alone.
- I told you he was too damaged.
I told you.
(Carter groaning)
I told you the Old One was too damaged.
- I'm back.
While you evacuate your poison,
I'm going to crush you.
- This isn't right.
(all shouting)
Hold on.
(all shouting)
- He's a fucking liar.
- Shut the fuck up and concentrate.
- Okay, okay. - Soggoth.
Soggoth.
Ah, that's, a good Soggoth.
Get him.
Get Russell.
Get him by the throat.
- [Man] Tekeli-li!
Tekeli-li!
(intense music)
(Russell shouting)
(creature screaming)
- Up to your old tricks, huh, Finley?
(Finley groaning)
(creature groaning)
(intense music)
(flesh ripping)
(intense music continues)
(creature screaming)
Gideon!
(creature groaning)
- [Finley] Russell Marsh.
You won't escape.
- I'm in control!
- I see you.
I see you.
- Clam chowder and wine, this early?
Been eating nothing but seafood and wine
for 90 years, seafood and wine.
Shit.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Russell.
- Gideon!
Gideon!
- [Gideon] What do I do?
- Salt.
Get some salt.
- Oh, okay.
Hang on.
- I don't think these guys are paying.
Hey, fry guy.
I left a check on the table.
You going to pay?
- Yeah, about that, um.
- What are you doing, dude?
- My friend has a really upset stomach.
I promise I'll write you a check or something.
Probably your fault because of the clam chowder.
- Hey, Phil.
We got some weird ones today, man.
- Okay, Russell.
I got the salt.
What do I do?
- Throw it at him.
- [Gideon] Okay.
(Gideon grunting)
(creature screeching)
- Hurry!
(creature screeching)
- Ahh!
It feels like I'm on fire.
Ugh!
(intense music continues)
Ahh!
(intense music continues)
(gasping) Soggoth, dead! (groaning)
(ominous music)
- Ah, ugh!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(toilet flushes)
- (sighs) Oh, God.
Russell.
Holy shit, Russell, are you okay?
- Yeah, I think so.
- Jesus.
(Russell sighing)
Poor bastard never saw it coming.
- Yeah.
Got company.
- Oh, God.
- Uh, huh, um,
we can explain what this is.
It's, um, tell them what it is.
- It's a Soggoth.
- Yes, a Soggoth, which occurs
when certain atmospheric pressures mixed with swamp gases.
They bond to create a fungus.
This is kind of really a health code violation.
This is your fault.
(Russell hums)
- You hear only my voice, my control, my thoughts.
- I hear only you.
- Step back.
Step back.
- You hypnotized them.
- Pretty cool, huh?
Finley's out there.
- Wait, the guy from the office?
- The Old One that was in him is in someone else.
Yeah, controlled the Soggoth.
- Okay, you know, whatever.
Why hypnotize them?
- They gotta help us.
- Help us? - Yeah, distraction.
- How will they come out of it when we're gone?
- Um, any loud noise or snap brings them right back.
They'll be right as rain.
- Okay, well, I don't like the sound of that.
- Well, trust me.
Okay, back out, back out.
Back out. (hums)
- Oh, God.
- Russell comes.
Oh, God.
- I'll see what they want.
- Wait, wait.
Russell's controlling them.
- Howdy folks, I'm Constable LaGrasse.
I'm here to speak to a couple of your patrons
in your establishment.
- There's no one in there, Constable.
(Russell hums)
- [Gideon] Hey, Russell, I hate to disrupt your singing,
but who the hell are they?
- Members of the Esoteric Order of Dagon.
It looks like Finley is now in that fella
in the passenger seat.
The bald guy in the back, he's a hybrid.
We take out Finley and we'll be all right.
- [Gideon] And the cop?
- Him and Cabby are just human disciples.
They gave their women to mate with the Deep Ones
in exchange for gold. (hums)
- [Gideon] Wait a second, they're not gonna hurt Phil
and Nadine, are they?
- You're gonna have to step aside.
I'm gonna have to see it for myself.
(both grunting) (suspenseful orchestral music)
- Wait, wait!
Roll the window!
No, roll it up.
(all shouting)
- Oh my God!
- Russell says, die motherfucker!
(all screaming)
- Hey, I'm Finley. - Die, Finley.
- Watch out!
(both grunting)
(gun firing)
(Lagrasse groaning)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- I'm sorry, Legrasse, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god,
oh my god.
- Let's go.
(all groaning)
(engine starting)
(engine revving)
(car thudding)
- [Russell] Whoa!
- Poor Reeves.
- Get out of my body!
- Shut up, human!
This is my body now!
And there are vocal qualities.
- Fuck. - But you're the beast,
and it is terrible
to hear one when the source of yield the other.
Let's go!
- Okay!
- Russell dies tonight!
(ominous orchestral music)
(engine rumbling)
- You're sitting there like we just had a nice meal
like some pasta or pizza or something and left like nothing.
They were real people with consciousness
and you took it away basically for your own thing.
- Yeah, sure, give them a hypnotic suggestion
of overwhelming joy.
- Hypnotic suggestion?
- When they come out of it, all right?
- You're really kind of an asshole.
- You wanna see a glimpse of the unspeakable horrors
that I was subjected to?
- Why are you looking at me like,
what are you talking about?
(eerie music)
- The clawing, the scratching, the biting.
(intense music)
(all speaking foreign language)
The convulsive, epileptic madness.
(Gideon groaning)
The noxious air.
The yelling, the screaming,
the struggling, the struggling
in her madness, in the madness, in the dark, dark blackness.
(Gideon screaming)
- Stop! Stop, stop! (whimpering)
I'm sorry.
Please, let's just go.
- No.
- Why not?
- We actually missed the turn off.
- Shit.
Asshole.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(soft music)
(Finley groaning)
- Oh, stupid humans.
Stupid humans, faster! (groaning)
- Stop.
- Okay.
- Don't listen to that, Buck.
- I said stop the car.
- Well, well, which is it?
- Drive, slave.
- Hey, how you doing, buddy?
(Lagrasse groaning)
Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lagrasse.
I, I do, I feel really bad.
- Yeah, dude, we all feel so fucking bad.
Now shut the fuck up, I gotta concentrate.
- Well, how can you track him without Reeves?
I mean, can you see him?
Huh?
Or smell 'em?
- I smell him. - Okay.
- I smell him, can you smell him?
He is-
- I don't smell anything.
- [Finley] This way!
You're on the right track.
We're getting close.
- Okay. - We're getting close.
(ominous music)
There!
Turn here! - Okay, okay, okay,
all right, all right.
- [Gideon] I mean, it almost sounds like you've been
through this before, did you ever have to-
- [Russell] It's the first time for me.
Always the first time.
(ominous music continues)
I didn't know I had another gear.
- [Gideon] Yeah, it has one.
It's for going uphill.
- [Russell] Oh, man.
(ominous music continues)
- [Gideon] God, do you even know,
do you even know where we're going?
- [Russell] Yeah, yeah, I do.
Neverland.
- [Gideon] Neverland.
So it's like the land you'll never come back.
(Russell laughing)
This doesn't even look like it's part of the road.
Heading off into uncharted territory.
- It's off the beaten path, that's for sure.
(ominous music)
- (scoffing) You gotta be kidding me.
A prophet lives here?
- You know, looks can be deceiving, kid.
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- There.
- Wow.
(creature growling)
- Where the small hours were rent,
with screams of nightmare.
(creature growling)
- Hey, well, I think I saw something over there.
- Yeah, probably his followers, they don't like sunlight.
- What, are they vampires?
(creature growling)
- Ghasts, actually.
- Great, I'm sure they're much worse.
- Yeah, unwholesome creatures.
When long ago, the gods created Earth
in Jove's fair image
and man was shaped at birth,
the beasts for lesser parts were next designed,
yet, were they too remote for humankind.
- To fill the gap and join the rest of man,
the Olympian host conceived a clever plan.
A beast they wrought in semi-human figure,
filled it with vice, and called the thing a nigger.
(Nyarlathotep laughs) (creatures growling)
Did you hear that, children?
(creatures growling)
Only a human with the slightest trace of the Old One
lingering in his withered veins
would utter that verse to me.
- I knew that would get your attention.
- Yes, you roused my ebony skin beautifully, Russell Mash.
- Nyarlathotep.
Mighty messenger, must all things be told.
He shall take on the semblance of man, the waxen mask,
the robes that hide, and come down from the world
of seven suns to mock.
- Oh, you speak his words well.
Rise.
What do you wish of me?
- We're in search of Tillinghast.
- You think you can revert time?
- I must try.
- And what makes you think I won't destroy you both
or have my ghasts feast on your blood and bone?
- [Russell] I offer you this.
- Leftovers?
- Oh, sorry.
(intense music)
- A Deep One?
- Yes.
- May be of some use to me.
But it hardly seems fair considering there are two of you.
- Well, you know, I can just go back to the car,
- My ghasts will feast on you now.
(creature growling)
- Whoa, hey, wait a second.
Hey, hey, hey.
No, no.
Stay away.
- Don't be foolish, kid.
Listen to me.
I'll go alone, and none of this will happen.
Don't worry.
- Oh, so you mean let them kill me today
so that maybe you can change time
and I might be alive tomorrow?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, no, thanks.
- Stop!
What is that in your hand, boy?
- A rib.
From the owner of that there heart.
- You've been holding out on me, Russell.
- Oh, no.
I forgot he had that.
Insurance, just in case another Old One were to possess me.
- You won't need insurance where you're going.
Ghasts, step back now!
(intense music) (creatures growling)
Kids!
Right?
- Right. - You too understand
what I'm doing.
- Sure.
- (sighing) Give it to me now.
- Wait.
Tillinghast?
- You may go to Tillinghast.
Both of you.
(ominous music)
Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
(Nyarlathotep groans)
(light twinkling)
Enter.
- Let's go.
- In there?
- Yeah. - No, I thought we were going
to drive to Tillinghast
in like Encino or Barstow or something.
- Gentlemen!
- Come on!
(ominous music)
- [Gideon] Oh, God!
(ominous music continues)
(intense music)
- I can see 'em.
We're getting close.
That way.
Turn.
- What, this way?
(Finley grumbles)
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(wind whooshing) - [Russell] Ah!
- What is this place?
- Our destiny.
(footsteps thudding)
(door knocking) (door creaking)
Tillinghast?
- What, no lights?
- No lights.
(door clatters)
Over there, look.
- Huh.
That's a nice find.
- Matches?
- Uh, no, sorry.
Um, hey, check the pockets.
- All right.
Ha ha, bingo.
(chuckling) I knew I brought you along for a reason.
- Oh, yeah, really?
You're ready to leave me back there to be torn apart
by the gads.
- Ghasts.
(Russell blowing)
- So, uh, what's with the clothes?
- I don't know.
We need to turn on the power.
- [Gideon] Mm-hmm.
- Cellar.
- Down there?
- Yeah.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
- Oh, God, it smells horrible down here.
- [Russell] Mm. Breathe through your mouth.
- [Gideon] Man, your century of wisdom is really starting
to rub off on me.
- Oh, thank you.
Keep going.
(ominous music continues)
- Hey, uh, what's with all the furniture down here?
- Probably didn't want it destroyed.
- Destroyed? - Yup.
All right.
Here it is.
(intense music) - [Norrys] No!
- Tillinghast?
- I put an end to him and his infernal machine.
I will stop anyone from bringing back.
- Uh, I'm afraid we're gonna need his resonator.
- Do you know what swept up the servants?
What made them scream so loud?
- Oh, that explains the clothes.
- Russell, what do we do?
- Um-
- It harnesses the shadows that strikes
from world to world to sow death and madness.
It must be never active again.
- He's only an apparition of what once was.
- Well, apparition or not, he's got a gun.
What if you're wrong?
- I've killed those that came before.
Step aside.
- I'm not.
- [Norrys] Don't force me to kill you.
(gun firing) (Norrys screams)
(Gideon breathing heavily)
- [Gideon] He's gone?
- I told you.
All right, look, we got to hurry before the pets come.
Let's go.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(creature growling)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(creatures growling)
- [Cabby] Are you sure we're safe?
- [Cabby] Holy-
- They wouldn't dare.
Nyarlathotep!
- No, we don't want the light Old One!
- Strangers who seek horror haunt strange far places.
For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais,
and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries.
They climb the moonlit towers of ruined, Rhine castles
and faltered down the dark,
cobweb steps beneath the scattered stones
of the forgotten cities in Asia,
the haunted wood and the desolate mountain
are their shrines and they linger
next to sinister monoliths in uninhibited islands.
(Ghasts hissing)
- But the true epicure of the terrible
of unutterable ghastliness is the chief end
in justification of existence.
It seems most of all the ancient,
lonely farmhouses of back New England.
For there, the dark elements of strength, solitude,
grotesqueness, ignorance combine
to perform the perfection of the hideous.
- Greetings, Nyarlathotep.
- Welcome, great Old One.
Finley, is it?
- Yes, we met centuries ago.
- Mmm.
It was a pleasure then as it is now,
though you look different.
- New vessel.
- Oh, I see.
This one suits you.
- Oh, it's stronger, younger.
We seek those that came in that car.
- I assumed as much.
(Finley grunting) (suspenseful orchestral music)
- Who the fuck are you?
Where are we?
- There was a problem, he's not feeling too well.
- Get the fuck off me, prick.
Where the fuck are we?
- [Nyarlathotep] Ghasts!
- You wouldn't dare.
- Ghasts!
- Get in the light, Buck.
Get in the light.
- I thought you said they couldn't hurt us.
- I said they wouldn't hurt it.
Old One.
- Normally, yes, but you don't seem true, Mr. Finley.
Too foul-mouthed.
- I'm not Finley.
I'm Randolph Carter.
- I'm an Old One and if you dare touch me,
I will lay waste to your human- (grunting)
(intense music)
(creature growling)
- Oh my.
Oh, shit.
(Carter laughing)
- I'm Randolph Carter.
Security guard at Irons Construction Yard.
I have felt the strangling tendrils
of cancerous horror whose roots reach
into illimitable past and fathomless abyss of night
that proved beyond on time.
And I thank you.
I thank you for removing this foul, foul beast.
(crying) I am free.
I'm free.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
(laughing) Thank you, thank you.
- Drink, children.
(creatures growling)
- [Cabby] Thank you, thank you, thank you,
thank you very much.
- You return to your home by the sea.
Think of me when you hear the wing beats of the nightgaunts.
- He killed him.
He killed Finley.
He killed a great Old One right in front of me.
You seen it in the Legrasse, you seen it?
- Can't see nothing, Buck.
I'll be killed soon enough, it'll get me to the doctor.
- [Cabby] Get you to Doc Rayburn, you hear me?
- I hear you.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- [Cabby] Hey, hey, hey, you ever seen a nightgaunt?
- [Legrasse] No, can't see as I did.
- Well, if you see or hear the wing beats of one,
you best let me know and I'll let you know.
Because that be the reminder of the night
our lives were spared by Nyarlathotep. (laughing)
- I will. (coughs)
- Hold on!
- Hey, so what are these pets you mentioned?
- Tillinghast's pets aren't pretty.
- [Gideon] Cats, dogs, rabbits, what?
- Don't worry, you won't see them yet.
- Hey, wait a second, do you hear that hum?
What is that?
- That's the resonator, it's up there.
- Hey, listen, but if he killed Tillinghast-
- Crawford Tillinghast isn't dead.
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
- Welcome, my friends.
I see Captain Norrys did not deter you.
Back to the rats, he goes. (laughing)
Excuse my inability to stand and greet you properly.
- [Russell] That's all right.
- I am Crawford Tillinghast.
- I am Russell Marsh.
- Gideon Gordon.
- Does my appearance startle you, Mr. Gordon?
You seem uncomfortable.
- No, I just have a wandering eye.
Had it ever since I was a kid, makes it hard sometimes to-
- (laughing) That's a sweet,
adorable lie.
- These sights are new to him, Crawford.
- I understand.
Then I assume you have come to see my experiment.
(intense music)
Behold, the resonator.
(electricity crackling)
- [Russell] Yes.
Um, I need the help of your machine
to go back in time.
- Exciting.
An epic challenge to test the limits of my genius,
of my resonator.
- Is it possible?
- Possible?
Anything is possible.
Except we will need more energy for such a feat.
- Well, where do we get more power?
- From me.
I am the body electric.
But to send you back, we'll need more.
Much more.
You feel that?
Since stepping into this room,
you have already given it more volts
than the feeble conduits within the walls could ever muster.
But your friend, connected to me,
will give it all energy required.
for your journey, Mr. Marsh.
Come to me, Gideon Gordon.
- Go ahead, kid.
- Hey, no, no, no, you're not hooking that thing up to me.
- Hey, come on, go on, go on, kid.
It's okay to be scared.
I'm scared too.
But we have to do things sometimes that, you know-
- No, no, no, no fucking way!
- [Russell] Kid!
- Dear Mr. Gordon, don't leave this room.
My pets are swimming about.
So long as you don't move, you're fairly safe.
Remember, we are dealing with a hideous world
in which we are practically helpless.
Keep still, for in these rays, we are able to be seen
as well as to see. (laughing)
- Listen to him, kid.
- Beyond the bounds of infinity,
and drawing down demons from the stars,
space belongs to me.
Do you hear?
- I can't. - Gideon, no!
- I'm sorry. - Gideon!
(Gideon breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(pets chattering)
(mysterious orchestral music)
(mysterious orchestral music continues)
- Son.
- Dad?
- I found you through this chasm of darkness.
- Dad, you're really here.
I, I miss you so much.
- I miss you too, son.
- I'm so scared.
- Don't be afraid.
I'll always be by your side.
I'm proud of you.
Proud of all the great things you have and will accomplish.
- Dad, I can bring you back.
- They're coming.
I have to go.
- What is it?
- Things, horrific things, hunting me.
Things that dissolve and devour.
I have to go.
Keep my memory alive.
Keep my memory alive!
- Dad!
(Dan screaming)
- Close the door?
- [Gideon] Keep it away!
- Oh, you're safe now.
- I saw him.
I saw my dad.
He was there, but he wasn't.
I've never seen him so scared.
- It's all right.
- [Gideon] I couldn't help him.
- It's all right now.
You can help him.
You can help him, come on.
Get up.
Come on.
- [Gideon] I've, never seen him so scared.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- All right, okay, all right.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- (sighing) By God, I'll do it.
- God has nothing to do with it.
Sights which no breathing creature
has yet seen.
You shall over leap time, space,
and dimensions, and without bodily motion,
peer to the bottom of creation.
Sit him before me.
- Sit. Sit.
(haunting music)
- Russell, kneel down behind him.
Touch him.
- Yeah. - Touch.
- Hurry.
Before I change my mind.
- Russell, I must warn you, the waves from us
will be waking 1000 sleeping senses in you,
senses which we inherit from aeons of evolution,
from the state of detached electrons,
to the state of organic humanity.
I have seen truth, and I intend to show it to you.
But remember, if you manage to reach your time,
your space, that someone else will fill the void
in the change you create.
- I understand.
- Both of you.
- I must, I must return to make things right,
to make things right for you and me, kid.
- Yes.
- Very well.
Think of your time.
(electricity crackling) (intense music)
Faces.
Smells.
Joys.
Sorrows.
Remember.
- Back, back to September 7th.
No, no, no.
September 6th, 1930.
Emily, come to me.
(Russell sighing)
- Concentrate.
(pets roaring)
My pets.
You see them, you see them.
(Gideon groaning)
See the things that float
and flop about you and through you every moment
of your life.
(pets twittering)
You see, the creatures that form what men
call the pure air and the blue skies.
(Tillinghast laughing)
We have succeeded in breaking down the barrier.
Have I not shown you your world, Russell?
Russell?
- I have seen the dark universe yawning.
(creature laughing)
The black planets rolling without aim.
Rolling in their horror,
unheated without, without knowledge.
Luster, name.
(static hissing)
Oh, I see it.
I see her.
(Emily groaning)
I see her.
Emily!
(electricity crackling)
(Gideon groaning)
(both screaming)
(groaning) Emily.
- Russell.
What's wrong, dear?
- Bad dream.
- You're safe.
- I know.
I know.
- You best get back to sleep.
You got to go out early tomorrow.
- What?
- On your boat, silly.
- I'm not going out on that boat
or any other boat ever again.
(groaning) Ever.
(Russell breathing heavily)
- Hey, Dad.
Dad, I got something big.
Help me, Dad, hurry.
Dad, give me a hand, come on.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Dan] What is it?
(suspenseful music)
- It's just a log.
- What's this?
- I just missed you is all, Dad.
I love you.
- I love you too.
Come on, I got something I want to show you.
- [Gideon] Okay.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Gideon] Dad, what is it?
- Something I've been waiting a lifetime for you to see.
- [Gideon] Dad, come on, enough with the mysterious routine.
I get it, what is it?
- See the light, son.
- No, no, no, no!
- [Tillinghast] I must warn you, if you manage
to reach your time, your space, that someone else
will fill the void in the change you create.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(soft upbeat jazz music)
♪ Come dear Jane now let's get together ♪
♪ Don't you love that nice summer weather ♪
♪ So let's go to that beautiful sea ♪
♪ I'll follow along, if you're for me ♪
♪ Anything that I would suggest to you ♪
♪ Yes dear I think it's the best to do ♪
♪ So jump in my Ford, holler, all aboard ♪
♪ Gee, I want to be ♪
♪ By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea ♪
♪ You and I, you and I oh how happy we'll be ♪
♪ When each wave comes a-rolling in ♪
♪ We will duck or swim ♪
♪ And we'll float and fool around the water ♪
♪ Over and under, and then up for air ♪
♪ Pa is rich ♪
♪ Ma is rich ♪
♪ So now what do we care ♪
♪ I love to be beside you, side, beside the sea ♪
♪ Beside the seaside, by the beautiful sea ♪
♪ I am quite a sport on a Sunday ♪
♪ Though you eat at Childs on a Monday ♪
♪ And Jane you'll lose your millionaire heir ♪
♪ I go to work marcelling hair ♪
♪ Every Sunday you leave your wife at home ♪
♪ Say its business honey, I've got to roam ♪
♪ When you miss your train ♪
♪ Then I get my Jane and say come on with me ♪
(soft upbeat jazz music continues)
- Who's this character, man?
Everyone's getting clam chowder, what's going on?
- It's good clam chowder.
(knife scraping)
- I'm going home.
- You just got a break.
(cymbal crashing)