Original subtitles

**

Hello, darlings.

Yes, it's little ol' me,

the gal with two things that don't need no strings--

Elvira, Puppet Mistress of the Dark.

Um, sorry if I seem a little strung out.

I got tangled up with a string quartet last night.

Ha!

So I think I'd like to just lay down for a while,

uh, without somebody lying down on top of me.

** (humming)

Uh, let me just-- uh, uh, get comfortable.

Uh, uh, uh!

Mmm. Oh, just a sec.

Ah! Ah! Ooh, I got a cramp in my leg.

(groaning)

There, okay.

Now I'm comfortable.

Wh-whoa!

Oops.

Oh, hello, darlings, heh.

I was just playing with myself until you got here.

Uh, yes, it's me in the flesh and not much else.

E-M-O-T-D.

Oh, you're some piece of work.

Well, I have had a little body work done... on my car.

(scoffs) Speaking of little bodies,

in addition to doing puppet shows for kids,

I also do bachelor parties for 21 and over.

(blows noisemaker)

So let's get this party started up in here.

This is a timeless classic that never fails

to make me sick.

It's a puppet masterpiece called "Puppet Master."

What's it about?

Uh, it's about an hour and 20 minutes,

but it's packed with more punchlines than Punch and Judy.

Uhh!

Uhh!

It's really a knockout,

so everyone please give the puppets a big hand!

(scattered applause)

And the man who brought them to life

with an ancient Egyptian scroll,

Monsieur Andre Toulon,

aka, the Puppet Master.

**

** (piano record playing)

** (record crackling)

(heavy breathing)

(grunts)

(dog barking)

(gasps)

(whimpering)

(breathing heavily)

Life for my life.

Oh, you're so beautiful.

(breathing heavily)

(gasps)

(sniffing)

I know.

They are coming.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I'll take care of you.

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

(grunting)

Uhh! Ooh!

(groaning)

(indistinct chatter)

(breathing heavily)

Ooh!

(piano keys plinking)

Uhh!

(indistinct chatter)

(elevator humming)

(buzzer)

(elevator bell dings)

(indistinct chatter)

Fine, beautiful, I love it.

(chatter continues)

(sniffing)

(speaking German)

(screaming)

Aah!

(screaming continues)

(panting)

(muttering)

I'm coming...

Yes... yes.

We know.

We saw them coming.

Now, don't be frightened.

We're not going to let anything happen to you.

I'm going to hide you in a nice, safe place.

What a shame we did not have more time.

(whimpers)

(guns cock)

(knocking)

Andre Toulon?

(knocking on door)

Herr Toulon?

(rattling doorknob)

(gunshot)

Yep, that's what happens

when you try to take your tonsils out with a .45.

Cleanup on floor six!

I went to Yale's undergraduate school.

I was always under some graduate,

but I undergraduated with honors.

They even asked me to join the faculty,

but I didn't want to get a "staff" infection.

(distant whistle blows)

(distant gameplay shouts)

(man) You can't save her, Alex.

(laughing)

Oh! Those are my agents.

(screaming)

(riders screaming)

(woman) Do you see something, ma'am?

Oh, yes, I see many great things for you.

Yeah?

You have a wonderful life ahead of you, young lady.

(giggles)

Do you see, uh, marriage, maybe?

Most definitely.

In a very short period of time,

you two are gonna be happily married.

Oh! And you are gonna have a little boy.

No... Yes, you are.

He's a rambunctious little boy,

but he's gonna be a good little boy,

and then you're gonna have a little girl.

You know, ma'am, that's really great.

I like that, but, um--

Do you think Buddy here's ever gonna get a real job?

(whispers) No.

I see retail sales.

What?

(laughing)

Retail sales? No, ma'am.

I'm sorry, you better look again, because...

Buddy, here, he flunked out of the tenth grade.

I don't see how he can be in retail sales.

Well, you see here, I see construction.

I see you working as a foreman

of a construction company in a retail store--

kinda like a-- an enormous shopping mall.

You are gonna be a rich man.

You are gonna build a shopping mall.

Wow.

Yes, sir, you are gonna be a rich man.

Oh, maybe I will marry him then.

Honey, you are sitting next to a very rich man.

I'm a gold mine. (laughing)

Well, what else do you see, ma'am?

Only thing I see is your grandmother...

she isn't gonna be around very long.

My grandmother's already dead, ma'am.

Well, it's-- it's really your grandmother.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

**

Ma'am?

(grunting softly)

(grunting)

I think something's wrong with her.

(groaning)

Nuh...

(gasping and groaning)

Gah!

(muttering incoherently)

(gasping)

Oh, he's gonna kill me.

N-No!

Ohh!

(grunting)

Ohh!

(gasping)

Oh!

(ferry horn blowing)

(horns honking)

(man) Ready, Carissa?

(Carissa) Yes. Okay.

(man) Now commencing real-time

thought transmission experiment RT-638.

It should read "Pervert Research, Inc."

Active subject, Carissa Stamford.

All right, Andrea,

I want to recreate in your mind

your wildest sexual fantasy,

paying particular attention to the details, all right?

Good.

All right, Carissa?

Yes.

Begin sequence...

(beeping)

... now.

(pinging)

Are you getting anything about a man on a horse in the rain?

No.

Interesting.

Now she's-- she's running down the beach,

and she's naked.

He's getting very close to her.

You're-- you're not getting any of this?

No.

Why am I getting this, and you're not?

'Cause you haven't been laid in months.

This little girl has a very vivid imagination.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

(man) Hi, it's Alex.

Hello, Alex.

We were expecting your call.

Uh, you've had contact, too, then?

Yes, last night, while we were experimenting.

It was very, very strong.

Well, what does it mean?

Why all of us at once?

It means Gallagher located

the old Puppet Master's hiding place,

and he's calling for some kind of a meeting.

We also received a call from the white witch.

(Alex) Oh, you mean Dana?

Yes, the lovely Dana.

She knows the location.

It's an old hotel on the California coast

called The Bodega Bay Inn.

I want you to come along, Alex.

We'll need all our collective powers.

Dana feels that this is not going to be a friendly meeting.

(woman) Well, I don't know who they think they are,

just barging in here out of the blue.

They're probably the friends Neil said would come.

They don't look like friends to me.

They look more like trouble, that's what they look like.

Shh! Theresa, don't be rude.

Hello, I'm Megan Gallagher.

Somebody married Neil?

Hi, I'm Alex Whitaker.

I'm Frank Forrester.

This is Dana Hadley and...

Carissa Stamford.

Hello.

I hope this visit wasn't entirely unexpected.

No, no-- Neil told me you'd be coming.

And where might old Neil be?

I thought you knew.

Knew what?

(clock ticking)

He shot himself.

But why?

That's the hard part-- I don't know why.

He left a note,

but all he said was he didn't wanna be buried

until you all arrived.

So, now that you're here,

we'll bury him tomorrow, if you can stay.

Of course.

No problem.

Well, I'll show you to your rooms,

and then we'll see about some dinner.

Excuse me, Mrs. Gallagher.

Would you mind if we stayed behind a while

to pay our respects?

No, not at all.

I think Neil would appreciate that.

Thank you. Thank you.

Don't touch the body.

Frank, what the hell is going on around here?

And how is it that we didn't pick up on the fact

that he was dead?

I don't know.

Somehow he was able to block the image

when he sent that signal to us.

(woman) What are you doing?

Just making sure he is what he appears to be.

(crack)

(Frank) Charming.

Be sure to check if they're dead with a meat thermometer.

Yep, he's done.

Dead as a doornail.

(buzz, elevator humming)

How did you know Neil?

Oh, he and I worked together on a project.

I'm a professor of anthropology

at Yale University.

(chuckling) You--

You're staring at me.

I'm sorry, I...

It's just that, uh,

Neil was so obsessed with his work,

it's hard to imagine him

taking time out to get married.

(Theresa) These rooms, they haven't been used in quite a long time.

You know, people used to come here

just to see this place from all over.

The Queen of England came here once.

I took care of her myself.

That's an interesting aroma.

What is it?

Hickory and dragon's blood.

Uh...

What are you-- what are you doing?

I'm cleaning your etheric body.

My what?

This will protect you.

Listen to me, you are in great danger.

Do not go near the fireplace, whatever you do.

Why?

Just don't go near the fireplace.

I have to go. I have a lot of work to do.

This isn't gonna be easy.

**

There's my little darling.

Hello, sweetheart.

I'll bet you're starving to death.

(whispering) Screwball.

Got your Mighty Dog.

Hmm.

**

(man) You can't save her, Alex.

(Theresa) Right this way.

Pity about, uh, Neil.

Were you friendly with him?

Well, not very.

Sorry to hear that.

(gasps)

(groans softly) What's wrong?

Something happened in this elevator.

Something-- What?

(shrieking)

A man forcing a woman to have sex.

What man?

(shrieking)

What man?

(roaring) (woman shrieking)

It was Gallagher,

but the woman wasn't his wife.

What is she talking about?

Please, don't interfere.

(Theresa) What is it?

She's experiencing the past.

Tell me.

(crying) It was horrible what he did to her.

Oh, God.

Please don't bring up any of this around Mrs. Gallagher.

She's upset enough as it is.

We wouldn't want to disturb Mrs. Gallagher.

Don't worry.

(crickets chirping)

(gasps) Oh, my God, Frankie.

What?

This is a movie star bed.

Not now Carissa.

No, really.

Two famous movie stars... had a wild night in this bed.

Come feel it.

Stop it. This is business.

We're focusing on Gallagher, remember?

You know I can't help it, Frankie.

I know, baby, it's just that...

I don't want you becoming distracted.

We have to use your gifts...

to find out what Gallagher was doing here.

(gasps) Oh, my God.

They did it right in this bed.

Who?

(gasping)

Clark Gable and Carole Lombard.

Clark Gable and Carole Lombard?

Hmm.

(seagulls calling, waves crashing)

**

(faint groaning)

(grunting)

Hello.

Thank you.

Did everybody get settled in all right?

Yes, thank you.

This hotel seems to have quite a history, Mrs. Gallagher.

Yes, it does.

It's been in my family since the turn of the century.

My parents operated it until they died a few years ago.

Thank you, Theresa.

Miss Megan...

we are just so curious

to hear about you and your dear Gallagher.

Well, I met Neil when he was staying here

working on a project.

We became friends,

and when my parents died,

he helped me through some rough times.

Now, that doesn't sound like the Gallagher we all know.

Anyway, it was something of a surprise to me

when he asked me to marry him.

I mean, I liked him a lot.

He said he loved me,

and he offered to help me run this hotel.

Now, that sounds like Gallagher.

He wanted something.

So, we got married two years ago next Friday.

He had so many ideas for the hotel.

He wanted to renovate it completely, so we shut it down.

Well, what about his work?

He didn't really tell me much about it.

I knew it was important to him.

I didn't want him to stop.

And it seems like the first year of our marriage,

he spent most of his time supervising construction

all over the place.

I mean, they really tore it apart.

Then... one day, he just stopped everything.

(glass clinks)

And for the next year, he spent almost every day

locked up with his work.

I really didn't know what to do.

I would've kicked that bastard out on his ass.

Dana...

If you have something to say, I wish you would say it to me.

She likes to stir things up.

Don't let her bother you.

Now, Alex, the lady has invited me to speak.

(chair scrapes floor)

And I have a wealth of information

about her dear, beloved Neil

that I would love to share with her.

Sit down and shut up.

Well, aren't we the excitable one this evening?

Miss Megan...

(drink pouring)

There's a question that's been burning inside of me.

Did it ever pass through your sweet,

innocent little mind that your husband

just possibly married you for your money?

A little bit of sauce, and Dana becomes

quite the cynic, doesn't she?

I'm not a cynic, Frank.

I prefer to think of myself as a...

nasty bitch.

That's enough, Dana.

(bleep) you, you Ivy League tight-ass.

But who's kidding who?

We all know why we're here.

So why continue the pitiful charade

for the grieving widow?

The truth is, honey...

your husband was a despicable, greedy bastard.

He screwed us,

and we mean to even the score.

Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly.

Oh, you're some piece of work.

(throws silverware on plate)

Did I say something?

I'm sorry.

Uh, I don't know what's wrong with her.

She usually isn't like this.

I'm so confused.

Who are you people?

Well, some would call us magicians.

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

To some degree, we all have unusual psychic powers.

Your husband brought us together several years ago

to try to help in his research.

(laughter)

He and Frank began studying

the ancient Egyptian methods of the occult,

and they found evidence that the Egyptians

had developed a secret method

of giving life to inanimate figurines.

(laughter)

Then these secrets were passed on

to a select few who knew and practiced magic.

Dana there makes her living telling fortunes.

She used her powers to help your husband

locate the last true alchemist of modern times--

a famous puppet master of the '20s.

Well, what about Carissa?

Well, your husband brought her in

because of her skills in psychometry.

(chuckling) Which means?

Well, it means she can reconstruct

the emotional history of an object by touch or feel.

Like what?

Mm, she can sit in a car, tell you who owns it.

Sit on a bed and tell you its entire history.

Oh, I see.

Mm, mm.

What about you? What do you do?

I dream.

Everybody dreams.

Sure, but not about things to come.

(bird squawks) Go away.

Go away.

Peculiar.

Act like normal people.

(sighs)

I'm gonna need a day off.

** (piano chord bangs)

Somebody there?

Hmm.

**

(grunting)

** (humming softly)

** (piano keys pound)

** (piano keys pinging)

Hmm.

(faint groaning)

Hey, wanna play poker?

(gasps)

(raspy breathing)

Uhh!

(woman screams)

What happened?

She fainted.

Look.

(Carissa) Is he alive?

(Dana) No, he's dead.

Believe me, he's dead.

(grunting)

(door creaking)

Starting tomorrow, we are gonna tear this place apart.

I think Andre Toulon's secret is right here.

It doesn't make sense.

I-- If he found it, why kill himself?

And who's fooling around with his body?

I never did trust this son-of-a-bitch.

What is he up to?

Hmm... maybe it's Mrs. Gallagher

who's up to something.

That wasn't a dream I had, was it?

I don't understand.

Who would do that?

Well, we think it was Theresa.

Theresa?

Where is Theresa?

Heh, we can't find her.

We've looked all over.

Hey, hey, take it easy.

Why did you come here?

Uh, I had to.

Why?

I had this dream, and I came here

to make sure it didn't come true.

(owl hooting, crickets chirping)

(waves crashing)

(sighs)

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

Two women... Navy.

Second World War.

And? Details.

They spent their entire leave in this tub.

Listen, darling, as long as you're going to be

fooling around in there...

see if you can pick up on Neil Gallagher...

and that young wife of his, of course.

(chuckling)

(whispering) Shut up.

Sweet dreams.

Uh, no, honey.

It's pronounced "unpleasant dreams."

(tinkling)

What are you doing, Frank?

Preparing for tonight's experiment.

Suppose we found it, Frank?

What Andre Toulon's discovered, I mean.

What would you do with the power,

if you had it, I mean?

Well, that's easy.

I'd rule the world.

Do you think she's pretty?

Gallagher's wife, I mean?

Frank?

Frank?

**

Frank!

Frank?

Frank?

(whispering) Frank?

Yes?! (laughing) (screams)

You scared the hell out of here, you jerk!

Come on, darling, I just wanted to get you

into that haunted house mood for tonight's work.

(bracelets clinking)

What are you doing?

We're all in danger.

He means to kill us all.

Who does?

Gallagher.

Honey, even the dead have their ways.

Protection.

More like infection.

Thanks.

December 8, 1:46 a.m.

Researcher and principal psychometric subject

are about to embark on Sexual Experiment Number 517-A.

Hopefully, we'll be opening up a channel to Neil Gallagher.

Experiment will utilize various sexual aids

and certain assorted apparatus.

Descriptions to follow.

Side bar note to transcriber.

File under "Personal Documentation"

and be sure to annotate the location.

Are you ready?

Ready and willing.

(giggles)

(chuckling)

Ooh, yeah, mmm.

Mm-hmm...

(groaning)

Ohh!

Promise you'll be gentle.

Oh, I love it when you do that.

God, I like this.

No, no. Not this time.

You don't get to do anything but what I want you to do.

Oh, great.

Uh, he can't come to the phone right now.

He got tied up at work.

Yeah. Mmm.

Ohh, ohh.

I think I'm gonna like this.

(grunts)

Heh.

Perfect.

A little life insurance from the white witch.

(drink pouring)

(heavy breathing)

(pitter-patter of feet)

(heavy breathing)

(knocking on door)

(heavy breathing)

(heavy breathing)

Ahh, Leroy, Leroy... there's gonna be

a lot of changes in the next 24 hours.

It's not gonna be promising for you-know-who.

Uh, hey, lady, your dog is smoking.

(muffled moaning, bedsprings squeaking)

This is gonna be a long and lonely night, Sugar.

(heavy breathing)

(muffled moaning and bed thumping)

(bedspring squeaking)

(both moaning)

(growling)

(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(moaning continues)

(growling)

Never did get used to those two.

(grunting)

(moaning continues)

(growling)

Oh, baby!

(moaning continues)

Oh, baby!

Gallagher, Gallagher!

(door squeaking)

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Don't stop.

My God. What is it?

The door's open.

I think someone's in the room, Frank.

Well, untie me, Carissa, come on.

Untie me. Come on.

(footsteps patter)

What the hell was that?

I think it's under the bed, Frank.

What?

Carissa, what are you doing?

(chuckling) Oh, God.

Don't do this to me, Carissa.

Carissa?

Shh!

(whispering) Quiet, Frank.

(raspy breathing)

(drill whirring)

(screaming)

(whimpering)

Whoa, sounds like she's having some dental work done.

Okay, now, just rinse and spit.

Carissa?

(footsteps pattering)

Carissa...

Is this-- it's a joke, right?

Carissa?

Carissa, where are you?

Carissa, what's happened?

Carissa, what are you doing?

(sexy moaning)

Carissa, you know I have no sense of humor.

* And they call it puppet love *

(chuckling) You little minx.

You know, you really had me going there.

(chuckling)

You connected with Gallagher, didn't you?

Ooh, hoo...

(chuckling)

I'm ready for you-- Ooh!

(moaning softly)

Mmm.

What are you gonna do to me, hmm?

(chuckling)

(gagging noise)

Ugh... ugh...

Ooh...

Ooh hoo hoo.

Must be one of those undisclosed sexual aids, huh?

What is that?

It's good.

(giggles)

Ehh!

(grunting)

Carissa, stop that!

Carissa!

Agh! You're hurting me!

Carissa, stop it!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

(screaming)

(Frank moaning and shrieking)

Oh, man.

Wear it out!

Give it a rest.

(screaming continues)

(screaming)

Oh, no! Please, no!

Don't do this! (screaming)

Hmm?

What's that?

Aww, I really happy you decided to come on the trip with me.

Yes, I am.

Well, it would've been an awful lonely trip

if you hadn't come along.

(giggling)

That is right.

(laughing and muttering)

(gasps)

What are you doing sneaking around this time of night?

Well, Frank and Carissa

are trying to rearrange the walls in the room.

Makes it hard to sleep.

(giggling) I know what you mean.

Would you like to come in for a little nightcap?

Thanks, but...

He's allergic to dogs, especially blondes.

Aw... I was hoping we could do a little...

rearranging of the walls ourselves.

I-- I don't think that'd be a good idea, Dana.

No?

No.

I tried.

Good night.

(clears throat)

Sweet dreams.

It's unpleasant dreams, okay?!

It's just me and you, Leroy.

Hmm.

Well, I guess we'll just have to entertain each other

like we always do, Leroy.

I know you don't like Alex very much,

but he's all right.

Now, you just sit down and you stay like a good boy.

Yes.

Well, look who's here.

If it isn't my dear old friend, Gallagher.

Didn't I see her in a local production

of "A Streetcar Named Desire"?

(Dana) Well, you don't fool me.

I know what you're about.

And I'm gonna fix it.

(rattling)

Ah-choo!

At least she's not blowing it up your (bleep),

like I would've.

We put the dead to rest.

Uh, he won't be bothering us anymore, Leroy.

(grunting)

(screams)

(Dana panting and groaning)

(gasps)

(both grunting)

(coughing)

Agh! Oh!

(panting)

(groaning and panting)

(grunting)

(footsteps pattering)

(door creaking)

(gasping)

(moaning)

(grunting)

Uhh!

Ohh, he must be a "sock" puppet.

Get it?

Yaaah! Ohh!

(grunting)

Oh, (bleep).

Oof!

(elevator whirring)

(panting)

Ohh!

(rattling)

(bell dings)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(growling)

(whimpering)

Uhh!

Ohh!

(hisses)

(gasping)

(cranking noise)

(exhales)

(knocking on door)

Alex... wake up.

(knocking on door)

Alex?

Yeah?

(groans)

Just a second.

Alex, I want you to come with me.

I have something I wanna show you.

Just, uh, let me get my shoes.

And don't forget your rubbers.

Hurry.

I couldn't sleep.

Something about Neil's death kept on bothering me.

It never occurred to me before that there was a connection

between the old Puppet Master's death and my husband,

but after dinner...

it began to make sense.

Neil used to spend hours up here.

I don't know what he was doing, exactly,

but he never let me come up.

I thought it was strange.

I didn't really mind it.

I-- I came up here earlier,

and I found something in here.

Would you hold that, please?

I told you, I wanna show you something.

** (waltz music)

Now promenade. Now, allemande left.

No, your other left.

Now, spin your corpses, do-si-do.

Ladies on your tippy toes.

You can't save her, Alex.

(laughing)

Stop!

(laughing continues)

(gasps)

(gravelly voice) What's happening, Alex?

(gasps)

(knocking on door)

Alex?

Wake up.

I want you to come with me.

What for?

I have something to show you.

Uh, yeah.

Let me get my shoes.

Okay, wait a minute. Didn't she just, uh--

I mean, this is like a room with a deja vu.

Hurry.

I couldn't sleep.

Something about Neil's death was really bothering me.

It never occurred to me that there was a connection

between the old Puppet Master's death and my husband's,

but after dinner, it started to make sense.

Neil used to spend hours up here.

I don't know what he was doing exactly,

but he never let me-- Never let you come up.

You thought it was strange, but you didn't really mind.

How did you know?

Well, I'm kind of a magician, remember?

(chuckling)

I came up here earlier tonight,

and I found something in here.

(whispers) Yeah.

I was looking through Neil's books up here,

and I started reading this one.

This is Andre Toulon's diary.

Listen to this.

"Today, I gave them life,

using the ancient Egyptian rites of afterlife."

"I-- I love them like all my other children,

"like my other puppets.

"They mirror the soul of their master,

"and with me they are harmless,

"but I fear what they are capable of

if placed in the wrong hands."

(gasping)

(Megan) Alex!

Alex, what is it? What's wrong?

(Alex grunting)

Alex?

Alex, what is it?

Hello, Alex.

Good-bye, Alex.

(gunshot, Alex groans)

Are you okay? Uhh!

Alex?

Come on, let's go.

**

What is it?

If you wanna be with me tonight, you better get rid of her.

She's nothing but a drunk.

And I am not gonna put up with this.

Uhh! Alex.

They're in the dining room.

Oh, my God.

We have to get out of here.

You're not leaving on my account, are you?

(cranking)

You're dead.

Yes... I am.

I put a gun in my mouth and blew away my vast knowledge,

and here I am...

dead.

Ah, Megan doesn't understand

the metaphysics of it, Alex.

Will you explain it to her, please?

What's the matter, Alex?

You're not getting slow on me, are you?

Let me explain.

Metaphysically speaking, I killed myself.

And, using the techniques of the old Puppet Master,

I brought myself back to life.

Why?

(chuckling) That's easy.

I wanna live forever.

All life eventually ends in death,

but, for me, there is no end now.

You mean no natural end.

Alex... don't even entertain the thought.

It would take the total destruction of this body--

something that you are not capable of.

I'm much stronger now than I ever was alive.

Why did you kill them?

Why?

Because we are all joined by our thoughts.

And, sooner or later, one of you would've learned

that I had discovered Toulon's secrets.

I had to bring you here.

(cranking) Uh-oh.

Besides...

(puppet gasping)

I'm tired of experimenting

with silly little wooden puppets.

Agh!

(hissing)

Actually, I wasn't the first human experiment.

The first experiment was on her parents.

It was a stroke of luck, actually.

I followed the trail of the old Puppet Master

to this hotel.

And I was always quick with the women.

Right, Alex, hmm?

And, Megan, ah, she was so young,

so easy to win over. No.

(laughing)

(growling) (dog barks)

Your parents...

was another story.

I had no choice but to kill them.

It was a small price to pay to live forever.

Bastard!

Oh!

(grunts)

Uhh!

Ohh!

Uhh!

What the hell are you looking at?

(puppet whimpering)

(laughing)

(cackling maniacally)

(groaning)

Aah!

(groans)

(shrieks)

Don't trash the body.

Agh!

It's time to die, Alex.

Agh!

(Megan) Stop it!

So you can live forever.

Stop!

Uhh! Ohh!

(grunting)

(gasping)

Stop it!

Aaagh!

(growling)

What the hell do you think you're doing?

(snarling)

Open that door, you (bleep) little cretin...

or I'll chop you into firewood.

(growling)

You brainless, little pinhead. Get out of my way!

Aah!

I'll get you, Alex! Open this (bleep) door!

Agh! Oh! Uhh!

(growling)

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Oh, no, you don't.

(groaning)

I'm the master...

(pop)

and you're the puppet.

Oh, I like to do the same thing with my Barbies.

(panting)

I'll get you, Alex.

(drill whirring) Aaah!

(drilling continues)

Uhh!

Why?

(grunting)

(groaning)

(growling)

Uhh!

(panting)

No... no, no...

(hissing)

No...

No, no!

Aaaah!

(moaning)

(groaning)

(struggling)

Let me up.

Uhh! Aaaah!

He's after him!

(drill whirring)

No! No, stop!

No!

No, stop! Stop it!

Things'll be different!

(screaming)

Take it away! Take it away!

No, stop!

(screaming)

Aggh!

(gagging)

No! No!

(muffled screaming)

Stop!

Stop!

(whimpers)

(sobbing) No...

No, stop!

(drill whirring)

(crack)

(sobbing)

(car horn honking)

Well, uh, my cab's waiting.

Well, you take care of yourself.

Yeah, I will. You, too.

Take care of that, too.

Uh-huh.

And, uh, if you ever get to the East, give me a call.

I'll do that.

You have a good trip.

**

Good dog, Leroy.

You don't suppose she's gonna...

Oh! Boy, never saw that coming.

(barking)

Well, I guess that was a happy ending...

at least till they made nine more sequels.

"Puppet Master 2," "Puppet Master 3,"

"Puppet Master 4: Toulon's Revenge."

"Puppet Master 5 The Final Chapter."

"Puppet Master 6: Curse of the Puppet Master."

Ah! Don't let him give me that hook!

Aah!

Hey, come back here, you little perv!

Whoa! Let go of me!

Geez, those puppets are still (bleep) off

because they were only paid 1/16 scale.

(laughing)

Oh, gah-- aah!

(shrieking) Help! Aah!

(gasping)

Oh, oh, man, that was so weird.

I just had this dream within a dream.

What the...

Hello?

Oh, where did I put my keys?

(screaming)

(whimpering)

(gasps)

Whoa! Whoa, dude.

That was really weird.

I just had this dream within a dream, within a dream.

(panting)

But, fortunately, they were all...

unpleasant dreams.

**