All language subtitles for Elviras.40th.Anniversary.Very.Scary.Very.Special.Special.S01E03

- [Announcer] Welcome back

to "Elvira's 40th
Anniversary Special."

It's scary, it's special,

and it's all now.

And you're watching it.

Come along with Elvira
as she takes you

on a little road trip to
"The City of the Dead."

- Oh, hi darling.

I'm on the road with Desmond,
who's being a real bonehead.

Pun intended. If
that was a pun, hmm.

Can name calling be a pun?

In case you didn't know,

the exterior of the house on
haunted hill is a real house

in east Hollywood.

It's super creepy and awesome.

And it was designed by the
famous American architect

Frank Lloyd Wright,

who I just learned was not
one of the Wright brothers.

Anyway, it's in
quite a few movies

and I was over there
one day and, true story,

the gate was open and
you know what they say?

An open gate is like a
stupid man with money.

So I walk in and who's
standing in the driveway,

but the king of creep
himself, Christopher Lee.

So they were shooting
and howling too.

And he was such a mench
just right up until

the time I tore his shirt

and the police were physically
removing me from his body.

But I only bring this up
because he's in the next special

movie in my movie special.

Film has everything, witches,
warlocks, college kids,

professors, a beautiful blonde,

a blind cleric, devil worship,
weird dancing, 13 o'clock,

whatever that is.

And more fog than in
the movie "The Fog"

and "The Fog"
remake put together.

From 1960, it's "The
City of the Dead."

(dark dynamic music)

(singing in a foreign language)

(ominous drumming music)

(crowd chattering)

- Bring out Elizabeth Selwyn.

(crowd shouting)

- Bring out the witch!

Bring out the witch.

- [Woman] Bring her out.

- Sssss.

- Witch!

(crowd shouting)
- Burn her!

Burn her!

Burn her!

Burn her!

Burn her!

Burn her, burn her.

(thunder cracking)

- Burn the witch.

(crowd shouting)

- Jethrow, Jethrow,

Jethrow, Jethrow!

- Jethrow Keane,
hast thou consorted

with the witch Elizabeth Selwyn?

- No.

- Burn the witch!

(crowd shouting)

- Please no!

No.

Please.

No!

Oh, no, no, no, no.
(crowd shouting)

- Help her, oh
Lucifer, help her!

- Elizabeth Selwyn,
(drum roll music)

on this third day of March,

in the year of our Lord 1692,

we the people of
Whitewood, Massachusetts,

condemn thee as a witch.

May the flames cleanse
thy soul of its evil,

of its lust for
blood that made thee

bring about the death
of Abigail Adams.

(screams)
(crowd shouting)

- Oh!

- Help her, oh
Lucifer, help her!

(thunder cracking)

- I have made my pact
with thee, oh Lucifer.

Hear me, hear me.

I will do thy bidding
for all eternity.

For all eternity shall
I practice the ritual

of Black Mass.

For all eternity shall
I sacrifice unto thee.

And I give thee my soul.

Take me into thy service.

- Oh, Lucifer, listen
to thy servant.

Grant her this pact for all
eternity and I with her.

And if we fail thee but once,

you may do with our
souls what you will.

- Make this city an
example of thy vengeance.

Curse it, curse it
for all eternity.

- A curse.
- And let me

be the instrument of thy curse.

Hear me, oh Lucifer, hear me!

- She's making a curse.
(thunder cracking)

- Curse?

- A Curse?

- [Crowd] A curse, a curse.

- Burn her!
- Burn witch,

burn, burn witch, burn!

Burn witch, burn,
burn, burn, burn!

Burn witch!

Burn witch, burn!

Burn witch!

Burn witch, burn witch!

Burn, witch, burn
witch, burn witch,

burn witch, burn witch,

burn witch, burn witch,
(Abigail laughing evilly)

burn witch, burn witch

burn witch, burn witch.

- Burn witch burn
witch, burn, burn, burn!

So shouted the
people of Whitewood

when they burned
Elizabeth Selwyn in 1692.

Though, as I've said,
little is known today

of the actual
practice of witchcraft

in 17th century New England,

superstition, fear and
jealousy drove the Puritans

to accuse their
friends and relatives

of consorting with the devil.

Parading around huge bonfires,

repeating vindictive chants

they consigned the poor
creatures to the flames.

The tortured souls
cried out in agony

as the flames mounted
higher and higher!

Burn witch, burn witch!

Burn, burn, burn!

- Dig that crazy beat.

- Shh!

- That will be all for today.

Tomorrow will be my
concluding lecture

on the history of witchcraft

in 17th century New England.

I shall bring along
some illustrations

which I'm sure will
interest you all.

- I'll bring the matches.

(students laughing)

- Maitland!

Since you chose to
attend these lectures,

I had hoped that
it was in a spirit

of scientific curiosity
about the subject.

That'll be all.

(students chattering)

- Bill, how could you?

- He takes it all
so darn serious.

He's got you all hypnotized.

- Oh, Miss Barlow.

- [Nan] Yes, Professor.

- Can I see you for
a moment, please?

- [Nan] Yes.

- What about our date?

- I'll meet you.
- Look, um,

I'll wait for you outside, huh.

- [Nan] Yes, Professor?

- Rather a difficult
young man that.

I fear that you are more
of an attraction to him

than my poor efforts.

However, I've been reading

through your
papers, Miss Barlow.

They show a very sound
appreciation of the subject.

- I want to go to New England
to do my senior paper.

- Mmm hmm, you're really
quite good, you know.

Well, I'm not quite satisfied.
(clock ringing)

I feel I need some
first-hand research.

I wanna get the atmosphere,

find out how widespread
witchcraft really was,

what the witches
were really like.

- That might take a
little time, you know.

- Well, I have the time.

My brother and I were
gonna spend our vacation

with our cousins.

What I'd really like
to do is to get a room

in the smallest, oldest
town in New England

I can find, check through
all the Town Hall records,

re-check the libraries,

talk to the Puritan descendants,

make a really thorough
investigation.

- Your brother is Professor
of Science, Miss Barlow.

I hardly think he'd
be very interested

in the history of witchcraft.

- Then, I'd go alone.

- You don't think
he'd object to that?

- You leave Richard to me.

He's picking me
up here for lunch.

- Hello, Bill.

- [Bill] Professor Barlow.

- Nan here?

- Yeah, she's in there with him.

Well, I don't like
her getting mixed up

in this witchcraft business.

- Why not?

It's only part of
a history course.

- Professor Barlow?
- I wanna find out

how widespread

witchcraft really was.
- Yeah?

- Before you go in there, could,

could I have a word with you?

- Why sure.

- Well, it's about Nan and me.

- Oh.

- If you're really
serious about this,

I happen to know of a
town in New England.

As a matter of fact,
it's the identical place

where the events
occurred that I mentioned

in today's lecture, Whitewood.

It's, uh, quite a small place.

It's a little bit
off the beaten track,

so maybe these
directions will help you.

- [Nan] Thank you.

- I think you might
very well find

what you're looking for there.

I happen to know the woman

who owns the inn in Whitewood.

Her name is Newless,
Mrs. Newless,

so you just tell her I sent you.

- Ravens Inn, Whitewood.

- What's Whitewood?

- Now Dick, don't be
too upset but, uh,

I'm gonna change my
plans for the vacation.

- Change your plans?

- Yes, I'm going to a
place called Whitewood

for a week or so to
do some research.

- Oh, are you?

And what about cousin Sue?

Why she's expecting you

for her birthday
party on the 17th.

She'll never forgive you.

- I can still easily
make it by then.

This is important.

My term paper's got to be good.

It could mean a scholarship.

- Nan, I've made all
the arrangements.

- Come on, Dick, you'll
have a good time without me.

My mind's made up, I'm
going to Whitewood.

- But surely any
good encyclopedia

will give you all the nonsense

you wanna know about witchcraft.

- Witchcraft is not
nonsense, Barlow!

- I'm sorry, Driscoll,
witchcraft, black
magic, sorcery.

To me it's nothing but
fairy tale mumbo-jumbo.

I'm a scientist Driscoll.

I believe what I can see,

what I can feel and touch.

- The basis of fairy
tales is reality,

the basis of reality
is fairy tales.

As a scientist, you should be

familiar with that quotation.

- Yeah, well I don't believe
that somebody in Chicago,

can die of a heart
attack because some
woman in New Orleans

sticks a pin in a wax doll.

- Maybe you don't!

But practitioners of
voodoo claim otherwise.

- Dick, you're just
being difficult.

- No!

When I look into a
microscope, Driscoll,

I see bacteria swimming,
fighting, existing.

That's real.

These witches that were
persecuted and burned

in the 17th century
were real too,

but they weren't witches.

They were pitiful human beings,

victims of hysteria.

- There are many
eminent scholars

who have documentary proof

about the actual
practice of witchcraft.

- Yeah, but how effective
was this practice?

Did any of these
eminent scholars

ever meet a real
practicing witch?

Did you ever meet
a witch, Driscoll?

- Perhaps.

- Ah, come on,
you're a historian.

No witch ever survived

the burning at the stake
for all their pacts

with the devil.

- In 1692, Elizabeth Selwyn

went to the stake.

She was buried in a church
yard in New England.

And yet three years later-

- Yeah?

- Three years later, a new
wave of blood sacrifices

broke out in the village
that had condemned her.

The daughters of the elders
who had condemned her

were themselves found murdered
with every last drop of blood

drained from their bodies.

And afterwards, people
came forward to testify

that they had actually
seen Elizabeth Selwyn.

- Oh, stop.

This would be more
effective at midnight

with howling winds
and crashing thunder

and even then it
wouldn't frighten anyone.

- Dick!

I'm sorry, Professor Driscoll.

- That's all right, Miss Barlow.

He won't be the first person
to have scoffed at the subject.

- Honey, when you get
to um, where is it?

- Whitewood.

- Ah, yes, Whitewood.

Well, send me a picture
postcard of a witch,

if possible, autographed.

Now, uh, let's have
some lunch, huh?

- I'm sorry, I have a date.

(jazzy music)

(moving to ominous music)

(upbeat music)
(patrons chattering)

- Nan, darling,
I still don't see

why you have to go off
to this Whitewood place.

Now, I thought we were gonna
have some time together

during this vacation.

- You know I want
to be with you,

it's just this is important.

- Look, what the
heck can you find

that hasn't been found before?

- I don't know.

It's just that maybe,
hidden in some attic,

or buried in some
old antique shop

there's something that might

give a whole new
outlook to the subject.

- Oh, what new
outlook can there be?

- You're a science
student, honey.

You know how
important research is.

- But this isn't
about anything real.

This is just superstitious
people burning silly old women.

- But suppose the
women weren't silly?

Suppose they really had
a pact with the devil,

a pact that could have
supernatural power?

- Oh, come on,
what kind of power?

- I don't know.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh look, it's no use, Bill.

We've both tried our hardest
to talk her out of going.

- Do you really think she
will find anything worthwhile?

- Well, I think
we have to respect

her desire to find
something new even if we,

even if we don't agree
with the subject.

- Agree with it?

I've never heard
so much nonsense

as that guy Driscoll
talks in all my life!

- Well, here I am, all packed.

- Oh, I suppose
nothing I can say

will stop you from going, huh?

Yeah, well, I'll uh,
I'll put this in the car.

(gentle music)

- [Bill] I still hoped
you'd change your mind, Nan.

- Don't worry, darling.

I'll be back as quick as
I can, and I'll write.

- Well, don't forget
me altogether, huh?

- I won't.

Give Sue my love
and don't forget

we have a date at her party.

- Goodbye, darling.

(upbeat music)

(brakes screeching)

(horn honking)

- Um, excuse me,
can you help me?

I seem to be lost.

- Sure, if I can.

- I'm looking for
the Wamport Road.

- Wamport Road? Hardly
anyone uses that any more.

- Well, my friend gave me the
directions, uh, take Road 28A,

turn on to the Wamport Road,

bear left at the fork
through to Whitewood.

- Whitewood?

- Am I that far away?

- No ma'am, not far.

Not many God-fearing folks
visit Whitewood nowadays.

If I were you I'd-

- Well if, if you'll
excuse me, I'm in a hurry.

Which way is it?

- Well, follow this
road about two miles.

You come to a fork. There'll
be a sign, Wamport Road.

Turn left, keep straight,
there'll be Whitewood.

- Thank you very much.

(suspenseful music)

Does that sign say Wamport Road?

- Wamport Road? Yes.

- Oh good, I was
afraid I missed it.

- Is it, uh, Whitewood you seek?

- Yes.

- I too.

Uh, would I be imposing if-

- No, of course not, get in.

- [Jethrow] Thank you.

You'd think the
highway commission

would do something
about these roads.

Watch out, here
comes another bump.

- What is your
mission in Whitewood?

- Mission?

Well, I'm going there to do
some research on witchcraft.

Professor Driscoll gave us
some very interesting lectures

on the subject and
I'm going there

to get some original
source material.

Do you know Whitewood?

- I've known it for many years.

- Do you go there often?

- Fairly often.

- Oh, then you must
know the Raven's Inn?

- I shall be resting there.

- Oh, so shall I.

Oh, my name's Nan Barlow.

My name is Jethrow Keane.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Pleased to meet you.

(somber music)

- It's just like a picture
out of a history book.

I feel as though I were
in the 17th century.

Why hasn't Whitewood
been written about?

- It's off the beaten path.

Few tourists come here.

For Whitewood,
time stands still.

- Look at that church.

Must have been beautiful.

What a shame they let
it get so run down.

Straight on?

- [Jethrow] Yes,
follow the road around.

- Ah, there it is! What
a lovely old building.

17th century at least.

How picturesque can you get?

Right by the graveyard.

- Yes, it has not been used
for more than 200 years.

- [Nan] Any witches
buried there?

- There are indeed,
all in a section

of unconsecrated ground.
(scary music)

- Spooky isn't it?

Well, keep your fingers
crossed for me, Mr. Keane.

I hope Mrs. Newless
has that room.

(dramatic music)

(clock ticking)
(fire crackling)

(dramatic music)

(bell ringing)

(gasps)

(Lottie mumbles)

- Oh, I didn't hear you come in.

Are you Mrs. Newless?

- Nnn.

- Oh, uh, I'm Nan Barlow.

I was told I might
find a room here.

(Lottie mumbles)

I was recommended by a friend
of mine, Professor Driscoll.

Perhaps you know him.

- That will be all, Lottie.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

Unfortunately,
Lottie cannot talk.

I've often told her
not to answer the bell.

- Oh, poor thing. Then
you're Mrs. Newless?

- I am, may I help you?

- Yes, I'd like to have a
room here for two weeks.

- The hotel is quite full.

Oh, the guests are never
about at this time of the day.

- Well, I'm a student
of Professor Driscoll's.

He told me if I mentioned his
name, I'd have no trouble.

- Well, there is a room
I could let you have.

It's just off the lobby.

- Oh, thank you.

Oh, Mrs. Newless, that plaque,

is it true that Elizabeth Selwyn

was really burned here
for being a witch?

- She was.

- And do you believe
she was a witch?

(suspenseful music)

- Come along. I'll
show you to your room.

I hope you will be comfortable.

(dramatic music)

Yes, it is a nice room.

The previous occupants have
always found it most agreeable.

Well, if there's
anything you should need

just ring the bell
for me at the desk.

- Thank you.

(humming)

Oh!

- It's been so many months,

I've counted the
days to this holiday.

- So have the others.

It wasn't easy for some
of my guests to get here.

Many had to travel
vast distances.

- I was lucky.

The last few miles
were enchanting.

(clock ticking)

Miss Barlow is
very good company.

- You must be tired, Jethrow.

Your room is ready.

- And the festivities?

- I am prepared.

(door clacking)

- Oh, Mrs. Newless.

I thought I'd have a
short look around town.

I won't be gone long.

- I think you'll find
the church interesting.

Unfortunately it no
longer has a congregation.

- He will be pleased.

(suspenseful music)

- I'm told this was
once a house of worship.

- It is still a
house of worship.

I am the reverend
of this church.

As long as the breath
of life is within me,

this house shall
remain God's house.

- Must have been a
beautiful building.

- To me, it is still beautiful.

- I'm sorry.

What a shame the people have
let it fall into such a state.

- Strangers rarely
come to Whitewood.

Who are you?

- I'm Nan Barlow.

I'm staying at the Raven's Inn.

- Why have you
come to Whitewood?

- Well, because I'm
interested in witchcraft.

- Young woman, leave Whitewood,

leave Whitewood tonight.

For 300 years, the devil
has hovered over this city,

made it his own.

The people in it are his.

Evil has triumphed
over good here.

Look at my church.

I have no parish.

No one worships here.

His is the power.

- What power?

- Leave Whitewood.

Leave Whitewood tonight!

I beg of you!

- [Nan] What power?

- Leave before it is too late!

(suspenseful music)

(door clattering)

- [Pat] Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Please excuse the mess.
We haven't been open long.

- You have some very
interesting things here.

- Yes, they belonged
to my grandmother.

When she died, I came
back to sort things out.

- Oh, I'm sorry, then
you don't live here?

- No, my family have
lived here for generations

but I've just been
back a few weeks.

Would you like to
have a look around?

- Thank you.

Oh, I didn't mean to
frighten you when I came in.

It's just that all the
people I've met here

have acted like I'm a
person from another world.

- They don't see
many strangers here.

- And I had the most, well,

unusual experience
with the reverend.

He barred my way
from the church.

And he talked to
me about a curse.

And he warned me
to leave Whitewood.

Can you explain that?

- No, I can't.

- Does he often act that way?

- He's my grandfather.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Oh, it's all right, it's
happened before with strangers.

With the lack of parishioners
and loss of his sight,

has made him bitter
and suspicious.

- I'm afraid what
with him and the town,

I, I was very scared.

When I saw your lights,
I made a dash for them.

- I'm glad you did.

- Um, do you have any books
or pamphlets on witchcraft?

You do don't you?
A friend of mine-

- Well, we, we have a
collection gathering dust,

but why on Earth would
you be interested in,

oh, I'm sorry, it's really
none of my business.

- No, that's all right.

I'm studying it in
college and I've come here

to write my term paper.

- Well, just wait, I'll
see what I can find.

That's Elizabeth Selwyn,

burned as a witch,
March 3rd, 1692.

- Yes, I know, I saw the plaque
in the lobby of the hotel.

- You're staying
at the Raven's Inn?

- Yes, it was recommended to me

by a friend of mine,
Professor Driscoll.

- Alan Driscoll?

- [Nan] Yes, do you know him?

- No, but my grandfather
speaks of him.

His family come from here.

- [Nan] Oh, I didn't know that.

- Here, I think this
will do for a start.

(church bells ringing)

What a lovely
locket, may I see it?

- I believe it's quite old.

- Oh, it is! You're very lucky.

- I'm even more lucky
to have found this,

A Treatise On Devil
Worship In New England.

This must be a very rare book.

I'm afraid I couldn't
afford to buy it.

- You can borrow
it, if you like.

- Oh, could I? That
would be wonderful!

I promise I'll bring
it back in a few days.

- You're very welcome, Miss, uh?

Barlow, Nan Barlow.

- Nan Barlow.

- Thank you very
much, good night.

Good night.

(singing in a foreign language)

- Mrs. Newless!

Mrs. Newless!

- Yes, Miss Barlow?

- [Nan] I, I've heard some
strange noises in my room.

- Oh, possibly the
water in the pipes.

This is a very old inn.

- No, it seemed to be coming
from the cellar underneath.

- I hardly think
so, Miss Barlow.

The cellars do not
extend beneath your room.

- Then why is there a
trap door in the floor?

- The ground was filled
in many years ago

to strengthen the
foundations of the building.

- But I'm sure I-

- Well, if you insist,
I will come and see.

I don't hear anything.

- Well, just a
few minutes ago...

Never mind, I'm sorry.

- You're welcome.

But you can see for
yourself there is no ring

in the trap door because
there is no reason to lift it.

There is nothing
underneath but earth.

(suspenseful music)

(easy dance music)

(clock ticking)

(light knocking)

- Come in.

Oh, hello, Lottie, come in.

Oh, I don't need
any more towels.

I haven't used mine and

they're quite clean.

- Lottie!

- I've told you before
not to bother the guests.

Miss Barlow, I thought you
might care to join the others.

- I will as soon as
I finish my notes.

I'll put some clothes
on and join them.

- A Treatise On Devil
Worship In New England.

Well, do you find
this interesting?

- Why, it's fascinating.
The things I've learnt.

I bet you don't
know the half of it.

And you live right
here on a spot

where the witches
were actually burnt.

Listen to this.

On Candlemas Eve, February 1st,

in the year 1692,
a coven of witches,

a coven, that's 13,
some men some women,

whose power came from the devil

gathered beneath the Raven's Inn

to perform a Black Mass
in the honor of Lucifer.

The witch, Elizabeth Selwyn,

later to be burnt at the
stake, marked a young girl

for sacrifice by obtaining
an object of value

belonging to her with
which to call her

and leaving in its
place a dead bird

and a sprig of Woodbine.

The witches sacrificed
her on the altar

and drank her blood
at the hour of 13.

- What's the hour of 13?

- Well personally,
I have never heard

a clock strike more than 12.

Now, how about
joining the dancing?

- In a little while, I promise.

Oh, by the way, I seem to
have misplaced my locket.

I remember having it in my room

and now it's disappeared.

- Oh, I'm sorry,
I, I'll ask Lottie.

- Well, I'm, I'm not
saying it was stolen,

it's just, I remember
having it on the dresser

and now it's gone.

I would appreciate it.

- Of course. I'll look
into it immediately.

(jazzy dance music)

Lottie, I have
warned you too often

about annoying our guests.

If you disobey me again,
I shall turn you out.

And if I turn you out,

there will be no place
for you anywhere.

You do understand,
Lottie, don't you?

(lively dance music)

(upbeat rhythmic music)

(fire crackling)
(clock ticking)

Ah, Miss Barlow.

I'm afraid Lottie is
nowhere to be found.

But I will inquire
about your locket

first thing in the morning.

- Oh, thank you.
Where is everybody?

- Most of the other guests
have gone to services.

Services, on the
1st of February?

Candlemas Eve.

The night when the witches
mock the rituals of the church.

- Are you all
right, Miss Barlow?

- Yes, quite, thank
you. Good night.

- Good night, Miss Barlow.

(gasps)

- Mrs. Newless!

Mrs. Newless, Mrs. Newless!

(fire crackling)
(clock ticking)

(clock whirs)
(gasps)

(clock chiming)

(sighs)

(clock ticking)

(singing in a foreign language)

(metal clanging)

(singing in a foreign language)

(ominous music)

(Elvira coughing)

- Hello, I can't begin to tell
you what I've gone through.

It's been hell!

That's definitely a pun, right?

I had to pull over, at
least I think I pulled over.

I haven't been able to
actually see anything

for about a mile and a half.

And since we've gone
on this road we've had

no signal whatsoever, no
phone, no radio, no GPS lady.

So I'm walkin' to the
Raven Inn, where I heard

they have a landline. (sighs)

But oh, what about you?

I keep forgetting
about you, darling.

Are you loving this
movie as much as I am?

So many twists and
turns. Pun, right?

For me, one of the
biggest surprises

was when Miss Barlow
took off her robe.

Pretty fancy undies there.

I had no idea she was
also working at the
Diamond Horseshoe.

Probably some type of work
study, scholarship program.

She's so industrious.

(sighs) Boy, was that
scene integral to the plot.

Oh, got to go!

(eerie music)

(door creaking)

(screams)

- Quiet!

- Help!

No, no!

Ah!

Ah, no!

Let go of me!

Help!

No!

Let me go!

Ah, no!

Ah, take your hands off of me!

Let me go!

No!

No, no, ah, let go of me!

No! (screaming)

(clock chiming)

(coven chanting)

- Three, four,

five, six.

- Wait!
- Seven.

- No, no, Mrs Newless, no!
- Eight.

- No, no, no!

- I am Elizabeth Selwyn.

- No, no!

- 11.

- No! Let go of me, let go.
- 12.

(screaming)
13.

- Yay!

* Happy Birthday to you

* Happy Birthday to you

* Happy Birthday, dear Suzie
- Here you are.

* Happy Birthday to you

- (drowned out by cheering)
serving it for me please.

- Take another paper?

- [Dick] Sure.

(guests chattering)

- My word.

Mmm, yummy.

Delicious.

- Dick, have you got any
idea what's happened to Nan?

- I'm sure she'll show up.

She probably met a
good looking he-witch

and is bringing him
along to the party,

only their broomstick
blew a gasket.

- It's not like Nan to
be late for anything.

Aren't you a bit
worried about her?

- Oh, she'll be here,
I'm sure she'll make it.

(doorbell ringing)

Oh, that's probably her now.

- Well, you answer the door

and I'm going to put a
record on for some dancing.

- All right.

(upbeat dance music)

- Hi, Dick.
- Bill.

- Well, what's the matter? You
were expecting somebody else?

- Why, yes, Nan. Look,
come in, come in.

- Well, Nan, isn't she here yet?

We made a date to meet here

before she left for Whitewood.

- Well, she probably
got held up.

Look, look, give
me your coat, huh.

- Aw, Nan was never late
for anything in her life.

- Relax, take it easy.

Join the party, she'll be here.

- Dick.

Dick, I haven't had
a letter from Nan

in over two weeks now.

- She's probably been too
busy working on her paper.

- No, no, there's
something wrong, I know it.

Look, will you do
something for me?

- Mmm hmm.

- Ring up Whitewood, will ya?

Ask 'em, ask 'em if she's left.

- You serious?
- Yes, I am.

- Okay.

(phone dial clacking)

Hello, long distance,

I'd like to speak
with a Miss Nan Barlow

at the Raven's Inn, Whitewood.

No, I, uh, I don't
know the phone number.

- What, didn't she give
you the phone number?

- Why no, but, uh,
that's my sister.

They say there's no such
place as the Raven's Inn.

- But that's crazy,
she's staying there.

(phone dial clacking)

Get me the police!

(suspenseful music)

- She left in such a hurry,
she must have forgotten

to return it to
you, Miss Russell.

- She seemed such
a nice girl, too.

Wouldn't have thought
she was the sort

who would forget
to return a book.

- We cannot always judge by
our first impressions, can we?

- I'm not usually wrong about
the people I lend my books to.

- Well, perhaps you'll be
more careful in future.

- Thank you for
letting me have it.

- Remember me to
your grandfather.

(metal clattering)

- Lottie!

Get out of the way,
you clumsy creature.

- Can I help you?

- Yes, we're from
the Sheriff's Office.

We had a call this evening.

A missing person's report

on some college kid
named Nan Barlow.

The party calling said that
her last known whereabouts

was the Raven's Inn.

- Nan Barlow, that's
strange. Yes, I met her.

- When did you last see her?
- Oh, about two weeks ago.

She came to my shop
and borrowed this book.

It's quite valuable and
so not hearing from her,

I decided to come and get it.

Mrs. Newless had it.

- May I?
- Yes.

- A Treatise On Devil Worship?

I must put this in the report.

Peculiar things some of these
college kids do nowadays.

Well, thanks for your
help. Come on Charlie.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Yeah.

It's the police.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Thank you.

- Well?

- The police sent a car
out to the Raven's Inn.

Nan checked out two weeks ago.

- I don't get it.

- Well, neither do I.

Look, these are Nan's
books and papers.

Go through them, see if
you can find anything

which might give us a lead.

I'm going to pay a visit
to a colleague of mine.

(suspenseful music)

(dove cooing)

- Oh, lord of light,
accept this sacrifice.

(dove cooing)

(knife thudding)

(doorbell buzzing)

(doorbell buzzing)

(doorbell buzzing)

Why, Barlow.
- May I come in?

- Well, yes, of
course, please do.

Can I take your coat?

- I tried to phone
you last night,

but I guess you weren't in.

- No, uh, no, I wasn't.

Would you care to
go in the study?

Sit yourself down.

- Thanks.

- Will you take a drink?

- Rye and soda.

- Ice?

- Please.

- So, what's on your mind?

- Nan's missing and she has been

since the day after she
arrived at Whitewood.

- Really, you quite sure?

- That's what the police said.

- What are they doing about it?

- Carrying out a routine check.

I, I don't suppose
they can do much more

until they've got something
definite to go on.

I would have thought there
was a very great deal

more that they could do.

- What?

As far as they're concerned,
she disappeared two weeks ago

and no one in the village seems
to know anything about it.

- What have you come see me for?

- I thought you might
have some ideas.

Why did you send
her to Whitewood?

- Because it was the best
place for her research.

- And you suggested she
stay at the Raven's Inn.

- Sure, it's the
only inn there is.

- With an unlisted phone number?

- The inn has it's
own clientele, Barlow.

It doesn't need to advertise.

- How do you know it so well?

- Because I was
born in Whitewood.

- I see.

And you'd have every
reason to believe

she'd be perfectly
safe in going there.

- I have no reason to
suppose that she wouldn't be.

Nan struck me as being
perfectly capable

of taking care of herself.

- I grant you that, but
why hasn't she come back

or let us know?

- Look, Barlow, I can
understand your anxiety,

but I'm quite sure there's
nothing for you to worry about,

nothing at all.

She's probably got
absorbed in subjects

and gone off some place.

I wish that all my class
had her application.

- Yeah, well I'm
going to find out

where this application led her.

I'm going to retrace
every step Nan took.

I'm either gonna find Nan or
know what happened to her.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- I can't stop you from going.

- [Dick] No.

- You're not afraid?

- Afraid, why?

- Well, if anything did
happen to your sister

and somebody else went along
to try and find out about it-

- Same thing might
happen to them?

- Possible.

- You seem to think something
happened to my sister then?

- No, I just think you're
jumping to conclusions, Barlow.

- Maybe, but I shall find her.
(doorbell buzzing)

- Professor Driscoll?

- [Alan] Yes.

- I don't like to disturb
you, but may I see you?

- Well, of course,
please come in.

Good luck in Whitewood.
- Thanks.

- I'm sorry, but did you say
he was going to Whitewood?

- Yes, he is.

- Silly to be surprised but, uh,

I've just come from Whitewood.

- Really? Quite a coincidence.

My own family happens
to come from Whitewood.

As a matter of fact,
I was born there.

- Yes, I know.

- Please sit down.

- Thank you.

- Do you care for a drink?

- [Pat] No, thank you.

I think you know my grandfather,
the Reverend Russell.

- Russell? Why,
yes, of course I do.

How long have you been
living in Whitewood?

- Since my grandmother
died a few weeks ago.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Well now, how can I help you?

- I've come about a pupil of
yours, Barlow, Nan Barlow.

- Yes.

- She came to Whitewood
two weeks ago.

I met her and liked
her and she told me

that she was a student
in one of your classes,

that you recommended that
she stay at the Raven's Inn.

- That's quite right, I did.

- Well, that's what I've
come to see you about.

On the day after she
arrived she disappeared.

- Oh?

- Later the police
came asking questions.

Her family were worried.

I thought you might
have their address.

- And why do you want
her family's address?

- Because I have something
of hers I want to return.

- Well, you just
leave it with me

and I'll make sure
they get it safely.

- Well, I don't
want to trouble you,

if you'd just give
me their address.

- As you wish.

Her address is
Dorchester Street.

225. She lives with her brother.

As a matter of fact,
he's a colleague of mine.

You just met him.

He was leaving when you arrived.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got a lot of work to do,

I'm rather a busy
man at the moment.

- Of course, thank
you for your help.

- Not at all, I hope
it achieves something.

Well, you will remember me to
your grandfather, won't you?

- Yes, of course. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Miss Russell.

(suspenseful music)

- Yep, that's Nan's
locket all right.

- As far as I know, it's unique.

I gave it to her.
Where did you get it?

- The servant at the
inn gave it to me.

It was strange.

I don't think she wanted Mrs.
Newless to know I had it.

- Mrs. Newless?

- [Pat] She runs the inn.

- Well, why did you come
here, Miss, Miss Russell?

- I found this.

- It's Professor
Driscoll's note paper.

- I found it in the pages
of a book I lent your sister

on her first evening
in Whitewood.

When she didn't return
it, I went to the hotel.

- What was the book?

- An old book, book
about witchcraft.

- Do you believe in
it, Miss Russell?

- I don't know. Sometimes I
almost think I live with it.

- Live with it?

- It's an obsession
of my grandfather's.

Up till now, I didn't
take him very seriously.

He's an old man.

But now I'm beginning to wonder
if what he says isn't true.

- What does he say?

- That there's something
evil about the village.

That on certain nights, the
inhabitants leave the streets,

close their doors,
and stay behind them.

That on these nights,
the dead come to life.

- Nights like Candlemas Eve?

- What do you know
about Candlemas Eve?

- It's in one of Nan's books.

(suspenseful music)

- I don't believe it!

Things like this
don't happen today.

- In Whitewood, I wonder.

I'm going to Whitewood
tomorrow, after classes.

I can give you a lift.

- Thank you, but
I must get back.

I can't leave my grandfather
alone. He's blind.

- May I come and see
you when I arrive?

I'd, uh, I'd like to
have a talk with him.

- [Pat] Please do. It's the
house next to the church.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- I'll see you to the door.

(tense music)

- Would you be
going to Whitewood?

- Yes.

- Would you take
me along with you?

It's a dark night for walking.

You're the Reverend Russell's
granddaughter, aren't you?

- Yes, how did you know?

- I know a great
deal about Whitewood.

- Have you ever been there?

- Now and then.

- I've never seen you.

- To see me is a
special privilege.

It's reserved for a chosen few.

- (chuckles) What
does that mean?

- We'll soon be
at Whitewood now.

(brakes squeaking)

- This is as far as
I go, you will...

(dramatic music)

- She's pretty too.

- Yes, she is, very pretty.

A living descendant of
those who were cursed.

It somehow seems
to make it better.

(clock chiming)

- Another day.

- And tomorrow.

- The Witches Sabbath.

(suspenseful music)

(jazzy music)

- Which way to Wamport Road?

- Straight ahead.

Fork in the road, you
see a sign, turn left.

You headin' for Whitewood?

- I am. Many people
head this way?

- Not many.

- Is this the only way
in and out of the town?

- In this direction, yup.

- You wouldn't
remember by any chance,

a pretty girl in a
convertible about a month ago?

- The Barlow girl.

Read about her in the papers.

Never seen her again.
Told the police.

- Thanks.

- Owner, could you tell me
the way to Whitewood, please?

- Another one!

Straight ahead,
fork in the road,

you see a sign, Wamport Road,
turn left, takes you right in.

- Why, thanks.

- Let me warn you, young fella,

they don't like
strangers in Whitewood.

- Okay, fine, thanks very much.

(Elizabeth laughing)

(tires screeching)

(Bill screams)

(glass shattering)
(dramatic music)

(fire crackling)
(eerie music)

(clock ticking)

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- I'd like a room, please.

- The inn is closing.

- I'll only be here a few days.

- But the inn is closing.

- When?
- In two days.

- Well, if you don't mind,
I'd like to stay until then.

- If you insist.

- Could I, could I have
the, uh, the same room,

my, my sister had?

Still available, isn't it?

- [Elizabeth] Yes,
it's available.

- Mrs. Newless,
you told the police

that my sister checked out.

- You are mistaken, Mr. Barlow.

I told them that on the
morning of February 2nd

I went to her room
and found it empty,

her bed not slept in,
her luggage and car gone,

and her bill unpaid.

- Well, you can put
the charges on mine.

When was the last
time you saw her?

- On the evening
of February 1st.

It was shortly before midnight.

She'd been in the
lobby here dancing

with some of the guests.

She seemed to be
enjoying herself.

- Did any particular guest
pay special attention to her?

- Not that I noticed.

Your sister kept
very much to herself.

- Do you know why she
came to Whitewood?

- It is not my habit to inquire

into people's private business.

- Would the fact that she
was investigating witchcraft

have antagonized
anyone in the village?

- Hardly. There have been
other students here you know.

Besides, your sister
was a very agreeable

and likable young woman.

- Have you any idea of
where she might have gone?

- None.

- Thank you. Now,
may I see the room?

- As you wish.

It is this way.

(suspenseful music)

If you should need anything
and I am not at the desk,

you have only to ring the bell.

- Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- Hello.

- I'm so glad you've come.

I saw your car outside
the Raven's Inn earlier.

I wondered what had
happened to you.

- I've been talking
with Mrs. Newless

and then I took a walk
around the village.

- Find out anything?

- Everyone here seems to
be afraid of something.

- Then you don't think
it's just my imagination?

- I don't know.

Who's to say where imagination
ends and truth begins.

It's nothing tangible.

It's just they way
they look at you.

- I felt it, too.

- May I see the book
that Nan borrowed?

- Yes, I put a marker
between the pages

where she must have
stopped reading.

Just sit down and I'll tell
my grandfather you're here.

- Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

(moving to dramatic music)

- I warned you, Lottie.

(Lottie shouting and gagging)

(cane tapping)

- Grandfather,
this is Mr. Barlow.

- How do you do, sir?

- God be with you.

- Shall we sit where
we'll be more comfortable?

Here's your chair, Grandfather.

You must be tired.

- I am, really tired.

I have little strength left
these days for the fight.

- Won't you sit down?
I'll make some coffee.

- The fight against
what, Mr. Russell?

- Against the evil that
besets this village.

The people are
creatures of the devil.

They know no other god.

- You mean they worship
Satan here, today?

- Satanism was never stronger
than at the present time.

For 200 years, the
people of Whitewood

have carried out rituals that
mock the Church's teaching.

- I find it very
hard to believe, sir.

- Do not doubt, my son.

It is real enough.

For years I struggled
against the witches.

Their master took away my sight.

- Seems incredible.

- I have tried to
convince others.

They, too, found
it unbelievable.

But I know these people
have a pact with the devil,

to worship him and do his works.

In return, he gives
them eternal life.

- Eternal life?
- Aye.

And to seal this bargain,
they must sacrifice

a young girl on two
nights of the year.

- When are these nights, sir?

- Candlemas Eve and
the Witches' Sabbath.

- Candlemas Eve, that's
February the first.

And when is the Witches Sabbath?

- Tonight.

- Now you know why
I came to see you.

I had no idea it was so late.

May I, may I have a rain
check on the coffee?

I'd like to have a few words
with Mrs. Newless again.

- Of course.

- Good night, sir.

- Good night.

- I'll see you to the door.

- God be with us.

- Oh, Miss Russell, do you
think that Nan's disappearance

is connected in some way

with these, uh,
witch's ceremonies?

- Yes.

- Well, I'd, uh, I'd like to
come back later, if I may?

- Please do.

And my name is Pat.

- Mine's Richard.

- I think I feel
better now you're here.

- Well, I'm, I'm gonna stay

until I find out
what's happened to Nan.

- Take care.

(somber music)

Now drink your coffee
before it gets cold.

- You must not see that
young man again tonight.

- Why not?

- The devil comes
in many disguises.

- I'll get you a spoon.

Grandfather, there's
a bird in the drawer.

It's got an arrow through it.
(moving to dramatic music)

- Go and look on the front door!

- It's a sprig of Woodbine.

- Shut the door!

Shut the door quickly!

- Grandfather,
what does it mean?

- Now listen, my darling.

This is their sign,
the witches' sign.

- What can we do?

- We must leave here.
Leave here immediately!

- I'll start the car.

(engine cranking)

Something's wrong.

They've wrecked the car.

- Barlow, phone Barlow!

- Hello, hello?

Hello, I want the Raven's Inn.

(phone ringing)

- Yes, Mrs. Newless.

Mr. Barlow?

- Is that for me?

- Yes.

- Hello.

- Dick, Dick, I'm
in terrible danger!

We've got to leave
Whitewood at once!

- Danger, but from what?

- [Pat] We've got to leave.

(screams)

- Pat!
- Please help me!

Patricia!
(dial tone buzzing)

Pat!

(laughs evilly)

(loud pounding)

Patricia!

Pat!

(fast suspenseful music)

Pat!

Patricia!

Mr. Russell, are you there?

(gonging music)

Where is she?

What's happened, Mr. Russell?

- The witches!

- The witches have Patricia!

Destroy them!

- Mr. Russell, how?

- The shadow of the cross.

Use the cross!

I abjure thee, oh
creatures of salt

by the living God!

(dramatic drumming music)

- Mr. Russell!

(dramatic music)

Maitland!

Maitland, what's happened?

- I, uh...

(suspenseful music)

(thunder cracking)

(thunder cracking)

(gate squeaking)

- Pat! Patricia!

(thunder cracking)

Hello, hello operator?

(singing in a foreign language)

(clock ticking)

(door creaking)

(door rumbling)

(singing in a foreign language)

(necklace clattering)

(chains clanking)

(water dripping)

Darn!

(gasps)

(door creaking)

Pat!

- We've been waiting for you.

- Dick, these are the
dead who killed Nan!

- [Alan] Barlow.

(Pat screams)

(gun firing)

- [Pat] Please help me!

(dramatic music)

- [Dick] Come on, Pat, quick.

- [Pat] The old gray!

Dick!

(dramatic music)

Dick!

(singing in a foreign language)

(screams)

No!

- Pat!

- Dick!

(Bill grunts)

(thunder cracking)

(dramatic music)

(singing in a foreign language)

(Pat crying)

- Maitland!

Get to a cross, a cross!

The shadow of a cross!

(thunder cracking)

Ugh!

(Pat screams)

- Bill!

(bell tolling)

(singing in a foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- Dick, Dick, he's moving!

- Bill, lift the cross!

- Quick!

(Pat screaming)

(thunder cracking)
- Witches of Salt,

I abjure thee by the living God.

(fire whooshing)

(witch screaming)

- Back from the cross!

- Come nearer, Bill!

Get the shadow on them!

- It comes nearer!

- Dare not fail!

We must finish the sacrifice.

(bell tolling)
(Pat screaming)

- Dick!
- Pat!

- Wait!

Wait for the hour of 13.

(witch screaming)

(bell tolling)
(witches screaming)

- Pat, are you all right?

- Think so.

(thunder cracking)

- Bill!

(Bill grunting)

- I've got a score to
settle with Mrs. Newless!

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(clock ticking)

You stay here.

(screams)

(gasps)

(thunder cracking)
(dramatic music)

(singing in a foreign language)

- Oh, it was no
use, I couldn't see,

and so Desmond came and picked
me up and now he's giving me

the silent treatment because
we didn't stop for coffee.

Skeletons. Can't live with them.

Can't grind them
up for bone meal.

At least the CD
player's working.

Wasn't a soundtrack
for "City of the Dead"

like way cool, Daddio?

Hey, here's a fun fact
about Christopher Lee.

He wasn't just a great actor.

He was also a popular
singer in the UK.

In fact, his number one
album, "I Could Just Kill You"

came out right after this
movie and it was huge.

Remember in the first scene
when he did that subtle burn,

which burn wrapped
for the students.

Well, that led to his biggest
hit Burn, Witch, Burn.

And if you don't remember
it since my crowd is either

embryos who don't know anything
or senior citizens who don't

remember anything,
what was I saying?

Oh, oh yeah.

Lucky for you. I
know it by heart.

(upbeat music)

* Burn, Witch, burn,
Witch, burn, burn, burn *

* Burn, Witch, burn,
Witch, burn, burn, burn *

* Burn, Witch, burn,
Witch, burn, burn, burn *

* Listen to the teacher,
baby, learn, Witch, learn *

* Burn, Witch, burn,
Witch, burn, burn, burn *

* I'll take you to the
underworld of doom and gloom *

* Burn, Witch, burn,
Witch, burn, burn, burn *

* 'Cause there is no escapin'
once you're on my broom *

* Burn, burn, burn
Witch, burn, burn, burn *

* Zoom zoom baby, now
you're ready to burn *

* Burn, Witch,
burn, Witch, burn *

* Gloom meets your body, baby
Witch now you're ready to burn *

* Burn, Witch,
burn, Witch, burn *

* She's gettin' burned

* Burn, Witch, burn
baby, burn burn burn *

* Burn, Witch,
burn, Witch, burn *

* She's gettin' burned

(tires squealing)

- [Announcer] Don't
go away, baby.

Elvira will be back
with "Messiah of Evil"

faster than you could
put out a burning witch.