All language subtitles for Meatcleaver Massacre English

- What you are about to see,
you may find hard to believe.

It is a tale of the supernatural,

an experience of the occult,

beyond the miracle of mere prophecy

and surely the prophets were gifted

for seeing clairvoyance.

The concept of a journeying
soul is as old as man,

a ghostly spirit that leaves or returns

to the body of its own volition.

Sleep or trance being the temporary.

Death being the permanent
absence of the soul.

By that reasoning,

the ancient Japanese would
only allow their mikado

to be barbered during sleep,
while his soul was away

and could suffer no injury
from wayward scissors.

Often the soul is conceived as
a bird ready to take flight,

yet among some Finns,
the soul frees itself

from the sleeping body
in the form of a bat.

The Franks told a curious
story of king guntram the rich,

who one day rested his head in the lap

of a faithful servant to nap under a tree.

Suddenly, the servant saw a tiny snake

crawl from the king's mouth

along the grass to the bank of a stream.

The servant drew his
sword from its scabbard

and laid it across the stream,

providing a bridge for
the slithering creature,

who crossed over and after some time

returned to reenter the king's mouth.

On awakening, the rested king

told his servant of a marvelous
dream he had just dreamed.

How he crossed a great river
over an enormous iron bridge

and stumbled upon a hidden treasure.

The astonished servant blurted out

what he had witnessed, and the coincidence

so intrigued the king and his servant

that they thereupon set
forth across the stream,

recalling directions of the dream.

And thus did guntram the
rich discover, in reality,

the fortune of gold,
silver and precious gems

with which he built
the castle of habsburg.

A harmless story at worst
of benevolent spirits,

but what of evil manifestations,

the invocation of evil spirits

and the manipulation of
their demonic powers,

enlisting supernatural help
to destroy an adversary?

Even the gods could not
dissuade vengeful demons

like the furies, the erinyes,

coal-black, dog-headed
hags with bats' wings,

bloodshot eyes and snakes for hair.

Mad goddesses who avenged
crimes of parricide and perjury

wielding torches and brass-studded whips.

Those same furies that
hounded oedipus to death

and pursued orestes beyond
the point of madness,

even to hell,

where they continue to torture
their victims eternally.

Could there possibly be even
more destructive spirits?

Judge for yourself.

- Morak, destroyer of the destroyers.

I call upon thee to serve
my warrant of vengeance.

To seek out my enemy no
matter if he were to the ends

of the earth or to the inner plains beyond

and crush him with thine awesome power.

I bear witness as they wither before thee.

By these words shalt he be killed.

Vengeance, blood shalt be yours.

Souls shall be yours until the
fires of time are quenched.

Morak, deadly Messiah, I command thee.

Lights please.

- Professor cantrell, if
this chant is so powerful,

why didn't something just
happened when you said it?

- Good question.

Two reasons.

First, the chant must
be delivered in Gaelic,

since the demon morak confined himself

to central Ireland third century bc,

and that was the language.

Second, because the
spirit can only be evoked

under dire circumstances.

Basically, where devastating
retribution was in order.

Morak was sometimes known
as the great avenger.

- Yeah, like Batman.

- True.

A super Batman if you wish.

You see, it wasn't the
police or government

that enforced the law
and order in those days.

It was the spirits, the gods and demons.

They would reward or punish
a person as deserved.

And of all the spirits,

the demon morak was the most awesome.

This morak god was very well depicted

in the 15th century painting we just saw.

They portrayed him as
having no forgiveness.

Once a person summoned morak,

he would owe his soul
to the demon forever.

Until the fires of time are quenched.

Next class meeting, we'll hear

an authentic Irish
vengeance chant in Gaelic.

Class dismissed.

How's the book coming?

- Fine, fine. Oh, Vicki.

Excuse me just a minute.

Vicki, Vicki, you got a minute please?

How would you like to student-teach
with me next semester?

- I'd be happy to.

- I got a couple projects
that I'd like you

to help me work with, all right?

Bye now.

Bye.

- So do you have any more?

- Well, I just got a complete saga

from the university of Dublin
on moon ra, seventh century.

- Morak, destroyer of the destroyed.

- Glad to see you got so
much outta that class.

- Hi, professor cantrell.
- Yes, we really did enjoy it.

It was fascinating.

- Well, thank you, and our next class...

- Do you believe all that shit, professor?

- Look, Mason, it doesn't
matter whether you

believe it or not, all
that matters is that

you attend class and turn in a term paper,

in which, if you like, you
can discuss intelligently

why you don't believe it.

Do you understand?

Mason?

- Wow.

- For god sake, grow up.

Fine, must go. I'll see
you in class Friday.

- Hey, man, don't burn her.

She's the best-looking
card in the whole deck.

Yeah, Sean, she's
probably the only girl

in dirk's life.

- Mm, why don't you tell
us about your love life?

- Hey, man, how about Debbie?

- Tell us about the time you
brought Debbie to my party

and she went home with blaylock, huh?

Was it stumbrose or Jimmy
nyborg or smitty?

- She's balled every one of
those guys but dirk, you know?

I bet you never even touched
her tits. I bet you ain't.

- Dammit, knock it off!

I'll show you assholes.

- Have you ever killed a man, dirk?

You think you're ready to
go out and raise some hell?

Huh, dirk?

- I can handle it.

If these two bigmouths can.

- All right.

Let's go out

and mix it up.

Hey, get that bottle.

Give me the bottle, give me the bottle.

- Woo! Hollywood boulevard.

We'll go see the professor.

- Oh, far out.

I'd love to get my hands on his daughter.

- Shit, man, that's tender, ooh.

Dirky baby has been
holding out on us.

Hey, hey hey.

Dirky, dirky, wild Turkey.

- Hey, man, give me
that bottle, would you?

- Dirk.

Cut the drinking.

- Hey, I drive better when I'm drunk.

- I think you can, man.

Guy crossing the street, man.

Watch that move.

- That close.

- I think dirky's been holding out on us.

Oh, hey hey, dirky baby.

What do you wanna see
the professor for, mase?

- Maybe because it's
getting close to Halloween.

- Hey, we got to be careful
with that big monster.

A big morak monster.

Do you got
something on your mind, mase?

Oh I just thought
we'd go up and knock on the door

and say hello to the old man.

I think that sounds nice.

I think that
sounds like a nice gesture.

I really do.

Jesus Christ, he lives in kind of

a nice neighborhood, huh?

They must pay professors a lotta money.

- Please, dear, would
you take out the dog?

He's bothering me.

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- All right, Toby, now be quiet.

Here you go, poopers.
Don't eat my flowers.

- Sh, sh.

- We were just supposed
to clown around, Mason.

What the hell are you doing?

You mean the professor.

He's just taking a little nap.

- Come on, mase, we gotta get outta here.

- What's the matter, dirk?

Thought you were a big, big man.

- Mase, this is serious.

Oh.

Oh, oh, oh!

- Daddy?

Roddy? Roddy?

- Kill whoever's here.

- Roddy?

No! No!

- Again, I'd rather not
comment on that at this time.

- Were there any motives, detective?

- We were going on the idea
of robbery for a while,

but that seems to be
pretty well ruled out now.

- Now, are you saying, detective,

was this a thrill murder or what?

- I'd rather not comment on
that at this time. Thank you.

- All right, thank you very
much, detective wexler.

And so another apparent
senseless murder has joined

the list of other
killings that have become

all too familiar a pattern
in American life today.

Paul Tucker, kpez news.

- Shit, they're pissing in the wind.

They'll never make the connection.

It's a miracle he's still alive.

The blow he suffered was enough

to kill a man twice his size.

When will he
be able to talk to us?

You don't understand.

He may never be able to talk to you.

What do you mean?

Professor cantrell received

a massive cranial fracture,

which caused major damage to his brain.

I'm afraid he may never
regain his powers of speech.

Then he won't be any good to us.

- No, he's paralyzed from the neck down.

Here's an X-ray of the professor's head.

There's a major dislocation here,

and a massive fracture of the
occipital area here and here.

Professor cantrell
won't be much use to you

or anybody else for a long time.

Maybe never.

Well, you're
certainly getting a lot

of publicity on this case, aren't you?

Every paper I pick up
or TV station I turn to

has something concerning the murders.

- Unfortunately, the publicity hasn't

turned up a single new prospect.

Nothing new has come up.

So, how's our patient doing today?

- He's resting quietly now.

His heartbeat is steady, and
his blood pressure is down.

It was touchy there for a while.

- He's the only witness I have.

Isn't there something you can do?

No, only wait.

- Dammit.

Any idea what
happened that night?

- No, none of the neighbors heard or saw

anything unusual last night.

There's no fingerprints,
no clues, nothing to go on.

Except for this.

They found it near the
boy's body in the kitchen.

We figure it musta been
torn off in the struggle.

We figure it musta been

torn off in the struggle.

No indication of who it belongs to.

- Want a cracker? You dirty rat.

If you wanna get Polly something,

get me a parakeet, in heat.

I know a guy had a dog
that could do Peter falk.

Hold on, but was it great though.

Pardon men, am I bothering you people?

I don't mean to bother you,
but you people gotta put

some paper down here or
I'm gonna go on the rug.

I'm from the south.

- Hey, dirk, you're getting
on my nerves with that ice.

- Would you get off my case, huh?

- Give it a rest, will you, guys?

- Do we have any Italian
people in the audience tonight?

Hey, paisans.

- Hey, there's mase.

- I'm Greek and Italian.

And because I'm Italian,
people assume naturally

you gotta have a godfather, which is true,

I do have a godfather,
but I don't talk about it.

You know what I mean?

My godfather's a hairdresser.

He made me an offer once I had to refuse.

I'm from the south. South Philadelphia.

- Where in the hell have you been, mase?

- Since when do I have
to check in with anyone?

- Don't get upset, mase,

we're just a little nervous, you know.

- Yeah, you know you can do
whatever you wanna do, mase.

- Why thanks.

Thanks a lot.

What's with you guys?

- It's just that we've been
waiting here a long time, Mason.

- I don't care if you gotta camp out here!

You feeble-minded parasite.

Learn to control.

- Supposed to be having
a good time, right?

Yeah, yeah, so let's
have another drink, huh?

Come on, do ed Sullivan voice. Do Eddie.

Well all right, what do we have?

But before I bark or start my show

I call you.

- Morak.

I call you to avenge the

death of my daughter.

The injustice.

Destroyer.

Find the evil souls.

It's possible.

Find it, morak.

Make them feel the pain.

- Please no!

They'll feel no peace in hell.

- Hey.

What's the matter, huh?

Boogeyman after you again?

- Come on, let me alone.

- Sean?

If you could tell me what's bothering you,

maybe I could help.

- Ain't nothing the matter.

Everything's fine.

- Yeah, like your
nightmares? Skipping classes?

Quitting your job?

Getting loaded all the time, oh,

things are just great, aren't they?

You've been spending
so much time with your,

your so-called friends, I

- now look, my friends haven't
got a thing to do with it!

- Then why don't I see you anymore, Sean?

- Now look!

Now look, there's nothing wrong!

I've just gotta get off
by myself for a while

and get my head together.

Now come on.

The high 405 tonight.

It's currently 59 at pacific
center, 54 at the beaches

and in the desert it's a
beautiful, clear 72 degrees.

The San Fernando valley will
have light smog today and...

- I gotta go hiking or something.

- Hey, Sean, why can't
we go together, huh?

- I wanna be by myself.

Morak.

Destroyer.

I call you.

I call you to avenge

the death of my daughter.

The injustice.

I ask you.

Find

the evil soul.

It's possible.

Find him, morak.

Please.

Morak.

Destroyer.

Give him the pain that she felt.

- Well?

- Ah, his old lady said he's
out hiking out by the rocks.

He's always hiking or something.

Hey, can I have a piece too?

- Sure, go ahead.

There's some beer in the refrigerator.

- All right.

Mase?

- Yeah.

I could go out
to the rocks and get him.

- He'll be here.

- Mase?

- Yeah.

- Can we talk?

- What about?

- What do you think about?

- Okay.

So what?

Hey, Darlene?

- What?

- Why don't you take a walk or something?

- Why do you want me to leave?

- Just go.

- I don't wanna go.

- Huh.

- Now you have to change, won't you?

- Right.

- Well, what is it?

- I'm nervous.
- Me too.

- I'm getting so paranoid
I can't stand it.

- I can't sleep. I keep
thinking about what happened.

- Well, what does a rock picker think?

Same as you two I bet.

You fold on me...

- It's not that.

It's just wondering if that
knock on the door's gonna come.

- That's right. We're nervous.

- Why? We left no clues, right?

Nobody saw us.

What's to be scared of?

- But, mase, cantrell's not
dead. He's in the hospital.

- And what if he comes out of that coma?

- Have you read the papers?

Watched TV?

You heard.

He's paralyzed. He can't
move, and he can't talk.

Besides, he didn't see
us at all. We wore masks.

You guys are worrying about
nothing, nothing at all.

The professor is not about to do nothing.

And besides, if he does, what can he do?

I mean, he's just lying in that bed,

like a carrot.

A big carrot.

- I never did like carrots.

- Police commissioner
azarella stated that he has

no doubt that in the able
hands of detective wexler,

suspects will be apprehended soon.

Jesus, I just got a promotion
to night shift mechanic

at the gas station, and part-time job

cleaning up the biology lab.

Life was starting to treat me really good.

Now there just doesn't seem
to be much to live for.

Bye, mom.

Bye, dad.

Goodbye, Debbie.

Oh, Jesus. This is gonna
make an awful mess.

I sure hope the landlord isn't gonna be

super upset about it.

Oh, Jesus, I'm late for work.

J“ tomorrow's going to be a better day I

Souls shall become yours.

Yours until the fires...

Increase the voltage two points.

Two points, doctor.

Brain waves are overresponding, doctor.

Doctor, I've never seen brain
wave patterns like this.

Souls shall become yours.

Yours until the fires
of time are quenched.

Fires of time.

Souls shall become yours.

Yours until the fires
of time are quenched.

Come on, what the?

Hey, anybody here?

Until next
week, this is the reverend

Deacon Garber thanking you for joining us

in this hour of gospel worship and prayer.

The lord always watches
over his children of Jesus.

- Got your call. What do you got?

- Well, the kid named, uh,

dirk Kramer, Caucasian, 20.

Couple of drunk okies found
him hanging outta the car.

Dead.

' Where are they?

- Downtown drying out.

I really don't think
they'll be much help anyway.

They're too wasted.

- What happened?

- Well, kinda hard to tell.

Looks like the kid was working
on the engine here and,

well, the hood fell down on him.

The hook went right through his skull.

Looks like an accident.

- Hey, you think this fell on him, man?

- He's right.

- No fingerprints?
- Nothing.

- Is this his jacket?

Did he belong to any club or organization

that could have used this as an emblem?

- I really don't...

- Come on, think now, it's important.

In Washington
today, progress was slow

in the search to solve our energy problem.

Discussions continue,
but the high-level talks

with representatives of
the oil-producing nations

have failed to stem the
rise of the oil crisis.

And now, kpez local news.

In encino, the police
investigation of the recent

brutalities against
personnel from valley college

was further complicated
this morning, when the body

of a second student, identified
as dirk Kramer, age 21,

was found violently slain

in the topanga garage where he worked.

When asked if this incident,
the murder of another student

two days ago and last week's
apparent thrill killings

at the cantrell home were
related, police declined comment.

Last month's unemployment
figures just released

showed the number of jobs...

Recent brutalities against personnel

from valley college was further
complicated this morning

when the body of a
second student.

No peace.

You rotten little bastard!

- Hey, Fred, how long do you think

that body was out in the desert?

- Oh, I don't know.

Two, three days.

We'll have to wait for the lab report.

- You know, Fred, I've
been talking to some

of the students at the university.

- My name is shaye, detective frank shaye.

Did you know professor
cantrell by any chance?

Everybody who knew the professor

liked him very much.

Couldn't find a soul
who could be suggested

as an enemy of his.

- Yeah, I've been doing
some digging around myself,

trying to get some light on all that

mystic mumbo-jumbo he
was teaching his class.

Seems he was quite a prominent figure

in the psychic research circles.

You mean ghosts
and shit? Aw, come on.

He probably believed all that crap.

Yeah, so do
a lot of other people.

You know, I checked libraries,
straight bookstores,

weirdo bookstores, you name it.

Cantrell's name was listed as
reference in almost every book

I saw pertaining to the occult.

- Yeah, okay, Fred.

Well, maybe I oughta go back
to his house and check...

No no, I'll take care of that.

Why don't you continue your investigation

over at the college?

More students, faculty,
anybody who knew cantrell

or the Kramer kid from
the garage, all right?

Oh, sure, okay, Fred.

- Excuse me, my name is
shaye, detective frank shaye.

You worked with doctor

- Dirk Kramer, Sean Allen,

Phillip Jones, Mason harrue.

- Hey, I'm going in the back for a while.

- What can I do for you tonight, preach?

- A storm of passion has
entered my forest of Serenity.

The icy winds of lust threaten
to blow me from my center.

- Oh, I get it.

That'd require a $20
donation to the oral fund.

- Find what you came for, Jack?

- I'm looking for a girl named Patty.

She's supposed to work here.

- If you're looking for a handout, pal,

you came to the wrong place.

You dig?

Yeah, well, I'm
not, so why don't you just go

tell her I'd like to talk to her, okay?

- I'll see if she's not too busy.

Movers and groovers,

here's a cut from the latest album...

- How are you?

- Let's go in here.

- Okay.

Rap on the door if the boss comes.

Now what are you doing here, Phillip?

- A better question is
what are you doing here?

- Easy money. I have to
pay for my books somehow.

- Books.

- I hope you have something
particular in mind.

- Well, I was on my way
to work and I thought

I'd stop in to see if we
could get together later on.

- Later on? How about now?

- I'd really like too, honestly,

but I have to get to work, really.

No, no, really.

- Oh, don't go.

Come on, Phil. Quit teasing me.

I wish all the guys that
came here were like you.

What's wrong? What's the matter?

- Huh?

For a minute, I, oh, nothing.

Nothing at all.

- I don't blame you
for being uncomfortable

in a place like this.

Now what's the matter?

What's wrong?

- If he's lied to me, I'll shoot him.

Her hands are cold.

She must come back, Mary.

Wait, she's breathing. Look.

She's coming around.

- Mary, my darling.

Checkmate, I think. Eh, masters?

- You think so? Hands up!

Now make it quick.

Keep your never.

We have nothing against you.

Do you know how to use
the antitoxin to bring me

around before they can separate us?

- Take no chances. Shoot first.

- It's too late.

Look, now the antitoxin is gone.

- Cheer up, darling.

I'm heavily insured.

Dammit, not again!

Damn.

- Yeah?

- Curtain's stuck. I'm gonna
have to stick and fix it.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, I'll stick and close up shop,

and you guys go home.

Yeah, yeah, I got the keys.

Right, okay, bye-bye.

I know I turned that goddam thing off.

Oh, man, I know I turned it off.

- It was a very lousy turnout tonight.

- Yeah, we gotta stop
booking these monster movies.

Morak.

I call you.

Morak.

Dirk Kramer, Sean Allen,

Phil Jones,

Mason harrue.

Well, well, well, now
isn't that interesting?

Dirk Kramer, 21, mechanic,

student at valley college.

Cause of death, severe puncture
woods of neck and head.

Sean Allen, 23, student at valley college.

Cause of death, lacerations
and multiple injuries,

massive internal hemorrhaging.

Phil Jones, 22, projectionist,
student at valley college.

Cause of death, third-degree
burns on face and chest.

Mason harrue, student at valley college.

I better find this one
before it's too late.

I'll bet I can get some
information from that kid.

- Here's my theory.

Sean, dirk and Phil weren't killed

by the fourth man to keep them silent.

The professor did it.

Somehow, he's been able to
call up some sort of power

and send it after the people

that he thinks killed his family.

Now what do you think of that theory?

- What kind of power?

- I don't know,

but it sure tore hell outta
those friends of yours.

- I said I was in the same club.

I didn't say we were friends.

- Hey, hey, now listen I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to jump to conclusions.

The only reason I'm here is because,

well, you knew the three guys

and you were in the professor's class.

I just wanted to get an objective opinion.

- Well, that's quite a theory all right.

- Yeah, but there are two possibilities.

First, if dirk, Sean and Phil were killed

by the fourth member, we're gonna have

a hell of a time finding him.

- And the second?

- If the professor is
somehow causing these deaths

to happen, I guess there's
no way we can stop him

from killing the last remaining
name on his list, is there?

Now wait a minute. You were in his class.

You probably know this already.

As I was going through
the professor's notes,

I kept noticing that, for
every spell or incantation,

there seems to be another that
cancels the first one out.

All you have to do, I guess,
is find the counterspell

and the killer's worries
would be over, right?

- Sure.

- I don't like it.
- I don't like it one bit.

It's a stupid theory.

Then again, I can't
take any chances, can I?

Well, well, well,
now isn't that interesting?

Mason harrue.

- Morak.

Avenger.

Morak.

- This is real nice, professor.

I wonder if this is where you keep

your deep, dark secrets.

Hm, filing cabinet.

- Morak.

Morak.

Morak.

Morak.

Morak!

Help!

Morak.

- The patient actually
believes he was attacked

by some sort of monster.

Even insists his own eye
was torn from its socket.

- Hey, this is my first nut.

- Hey.

You don't believe all that
shit, do you, professor?

Do you really believe it?

- Fantasy or reality?

Do such powers exist?

Need there be further proof

than that provided by
shamans and witch doctors,

whose influence over physical phenomena

has been tirelessly investigated
and substantially verified,

from the Egyptian mata-ka-dows
to the Alaskan angakkuqs,

who have displayed the uncanny
ability to control the wind,

and cause drought, famine, and pestilence.

They could send showers of
vermin and sink ships at sea,

or cause mysterious outbreaks of fire.

They could influence men to love or hate,

or even to go mad with
hallucinogenic delusions.

And if the shamans could
so influence our presence

then what control have we

over our future?

One day, at a shaman convention

they held at the Hilton fuzhou,

an angakkuq priest with
disdain for the east,

up and challenged a mata-ka-dow.

The other conventioneers gathered

to watch the two shamans compete,

and made bets on the side

as to which could provide
the utmost miraculous feat.

The atmosphere soon turned electric,

and the angakkuq first showed his skill

by making it snow

out of caverns below,

then defrost overflowing uphill.

Then the mata-ka-dow quickly countered

with an abracadabracal trick,

just by murmuring words

turned that wet snow to curds,

which formed oceans,
quite milky and thick.

Then the angakkuq hocused and pocused

till golf ball sized pebbles
of sand bounced crazily down,

inundating the town,

and rebounding all over the land.

“Mere child's play,"
the mata-ka-dow cried,

and sparked off a squall from his tears.

But not one to cry,

the angakkuq guy made a
monsoon come out of his ears.

And when mata-ka-dow made it thunder,

his opponent responded with quakes.

And if one caused a flood

leaving acres of mud,

then the other imbued it with snakes.

The hours the two shamans competed

causing blizzard and bluster and blight,

as the onlookers cheered
each phenomenon weird.

And the contest went on through the night.

Until earlier the following morning,

when it seemed neither could be outdone,

the angakkuq blew the light of the moon,

and the mata-ka-dow burst the sun.