All language subtitles for [English (auto-generated)] The Norliss Tapes (1973) Full Horror Mystery Movie Chilling Supernatura

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40. That's

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Good morning, Mr. Evans.

Monday morning is never good. Anything

important? David Norm is on three.

Hello, David. Been a while. How's the

book coming? Sanford, I've got to talk

to you. I know you want to tell me it's

only half written and we're going to

have to delay our half written. Hell, I

don't have a word on paper.

It's been almost a year. I know how long

it's been,

Sanford. But I

uh I can't write

it. I'm afraid to write it. You're not

making sense.

We gave you a sizable advance to write a

book debunking the supernatural, which

was your idea, not ours. And now you

tell me a year later you haven't even

started it. I'm into the

book. Deep into

it, but

uh it's on on

tapes, a series of tapes. When you hear

them, you'll understand. What will I

understand?

How far I've

gone? How dangerous this whole thing

is? It's happening. I have to talk to

you.

David, you sound very

strange. You all right?

David, are you all right?

Yeah. Okay. Okay. Uh, what about the

Carelian room? Uh, for lunch tomorrow.

That's no good. I have to see you now.

Monday, Dave. You know what? Monday's

all right. Why not tomorrow?

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Tomorrow might too late.

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Do you wish to order now, sir? No, just

bring me a phone.

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That was a week ago. He never showed for

lunch. Never phoned to explain why. And

I haven't been able to contact him

since.

You should be used to eccentric writers

by now. And in my opinion, David Norless

is just a bit more eccentric than

Mo. I'll never get over this view. There

is something wrong. I wish you'd check

this thing out. Find out where he is.

Sanford. I'm his lawyer, not his nurse

maid.

All right, I'll look into it. I still

say you're making too much of a broken

lunch date.

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Sanford. Sanford. Oh, good. I was hoping

I'd see you. Yeah. Glad I ran into you.

Have you got time to catch the cable

with me? Where are you going? I'm going

up to the club. All right, fine. We'll

have a drink. Good. Yeah. I

uh been terribly worried. I I tried to

phone you earlier. Well, I was in a

publisher meeting. Tied up the whole

bloody afternoon. Sanford, I'm sorry. I

didn't take you very seriously in the

meeting the other day. Well, I I just uh

thought you were making much too much of

it. I hope you have something.

What'd you find out? Nobody knows where

David is. Nobody's seen him. He's just

gone. Are you sure? We checked every

possible source. Everything conceivable.

Seems

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incredible. Heat. Heat.

David.

Heat. Heat.

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Notes for

introduction. Today is Thursday,

September

25th. And I might as well get started

with this thing. Get the book rolling

with what I've got so

far. God knows it isn't taking the

direction I assumed it would. This whole

thing began when my natural writer's

curiosity was aroused by an article I'd

read in a weekly periodical.

The article was concerned with the

commercial aspects of spiritualism and

the occult. My original idea was to

expose the phonies who are building

millions of dollars each year out of

their gullible victims. To go after the

fake mediums, phony

astrologers, the self-proclaimed seers

and trick mystics. I was successful at

this for some time. The floating face,

which was a dumy's head on a

wire. The ghost of a woman's son, who

turned out to be the medium's own kid in

a weird geta. The fortune teller, whose

life images in a crystal ball were

supplied by a hidden film

projector. But then I got into this

business with Ellen

Court. I'd better try to get this done

exactly the way it happened.

Ellen Sterns Court was recently widowed.

Her late husband, James Raymond Court,

was a successful sculptor from a

wellto-do family. He worked from a

studio on the grounds of his estate in

Carmel. When he married, he brought

Ellen there to

live. The night before she came to see

me, she had undergone a very bizarre and

frightening experience.

Shortly after midnight, she was awakened

from a sound sleep by the barking of her

dog,

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Raleigh. What is it, Raleigh?

What's the matter, boy? Somebody out

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there?

Hey

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hey show me. Okay. Show me what you

want.

Okay. Easy, easy, boy. Easy.

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Look at this.

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The following night, Mrs. Court came to

see me. Actually, her sister, Marcia

Sterns, an acquaintance of mine, had set

up the meeting.

Marsha knew about my work in the

supernatural. When Ellen called her

about the incident, Marca had Ellen

contact me.

And the police found only the body of my

dog, Raleigh. His neck snapped, ribs

broken. They analyzed the blood stains

on the floor, and they were his. All

his. Are you sure you hit the man when

you fired the shotgun? I'm telling you,

I hit him. Well, think about it. You

were upset. You saw your dog killed. You

could have missed. I've handled guns

before. He was right in front of me in

my direct line of fire. The charges hit

him, smashed him backwards, and that's

when I ran. But when the police

arrived, there wasn't a trace of him.

No, he was gone. And when I told them

who it was, they wouldn't believe me.

Now that's why I've come to you.

Well, Mrs. Court, why wouldn't the

police believe you?

Because the man I shot was already

dead. It was

Jim. My dead husband, James

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Court. Ellen Court seemed convinced that

she had encountered the risen form of a

recently intombed husband. I asked her

to describe the circumstances

surrounding Court's death.

Jim had been feeling very bad. We didn't

know why and our family doctor suggested

that he undergo a series of tests at the

Fraser

Clinic. That's when we discovered he was

suffering from a terminal disease of the

brain called Pix disease. I've heard of

it.

There's no cure. There was no treatment.

And he I don't know. Jim just seemed to

change almost overnight. He was confined

to a wheelchair. It would no longer

work. He even had me board up his

studio. He wouldn't even talk about his

work.

Was he at all involved with the

supernatural?

Yes, he was. And it started just before

his death. Well, tell me about that.

I'd arranged an

exhibit of Jim's sculptures at the

Langden Gallery and he met a woman there

named Madame Jacquel. She owns an

antique shop here in San Francisco and

part of her business involves the

occult. In what way? She deals with

objects that are supposed to have occult

powers. She even claims to cure the sick

and Jim believed her.

No doubt asked for a lot of money, too.

No, no, she didn't. As far as I know,

Jim never gave her a penny. Not even for

that ring. What ring? An Egyptian

Scarab. Something to do with the god

Osiris.

Osiris, an Egyptian god involved with

the doctrine of immortality.

Yes. The ring was part of an agreement

he made with her.

You use the word agreement.

What kind of agreement did they have? I

wish I could tell you. I can't. All I

know is Jim accepted that ring in return

for some kind of promise. He refused to

discuss it. Where is the ring now? Do

you know where it is?

Yes. It's in his coffin. His

coffin. Jim even specified that he was

to be buried with that

ring, that it be kept on his

hand. And his body is in the crypt on

the grounds of the estate.

That's where his body should be. But

after what I saw last night, I don't

know anymore.

The next afternoon, I had lunch with

Marca, who was taking a flight to New

York. She was quite worried about her

sister. But you know I'm not easy to

panic. And when Ellen phoned me, I knew

she was desperate. I suggested she talk

to

you. Actually, we haven't been close for

over 3 years since she married that

James Court. Why did you get along with

Court? No, I didn't. And when Ellen

married him, it affected our

relationship. We just haven't seen very

much of each other. But now when she

really needs me, I can't be here. How

long do you have to be in New York?

Well, only a few days, but I felt that

we should talk before I left. It's

important. If she says that she saw

James alive, well, then somehow Sure. If

I didn't believe she was telling me the

truth as she knows it, I wouldn't be

here. I know, but it's just all so

fantastic. I mean, how could such a

thing be possible? I don't

know, but we're certainly going to try

to find out.

However, before I was able to contact

Ellen again, another bizarre incident

occurred. That night in Carmel, a sales

girl was closing her shop for the

day. Millie Parks, pretty blonde, in her

early 20s, was tired after a full day's

work.

She was anxious to close up, get into

her car, and drive the six miles to her

home, a small one-story beach house on

the ocean near Big

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Su. All right.

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Heat. Heat.

To me, it's it's something that

uh just my luck, you know, I'm running

late, trying to make Chris go by 3:00

and it's happening. I never would have

seen it. I was so tired I was almost

asleep at the wheel. If that other rig

hadn't come along in the opposite

direction and give me a blast, I might

never have seen it.

It's

unbelievable. Sheriff, huh? I suppose he

want to talk to me about it. Well, all

right.

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Get a blanket over that

fast. Hey, come here. I want to talk to

you over here. Jean Mike, get these

spectators out of

here. Exactly where you found her. Yeah,

but I ain't seen nobody ever look like

that after no car crash. Sheriff, she

was like that. Never mind what she was.

And you just keep shut on that part of

it. Anybody ask you, you just found her

dead in a car. Sheriff, nobody looked

like that. just got through telling you

I don't want any more talk about this at

all. Now, is that clear? Yeah, it's

clear. But let me ask you something. How

am I going to forget the color of that

face? Help him get on his way. Will you

try,

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Dolly? I'm putting a lid on this one.

Nobody talks to anybody about the

condition of the deceased. Give me the

mic.

Sheriff Hartley, we have a

946. Let me talk to the

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coroner. All right. You know where I am

if you need

me. There you go.

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Oh, can't you ever be on time? What are

you so sorry about? What do you think?

You know, every time I manage to steal

an afternoon, up come the rainclouds.

Don't know what you're crying about. It

doesn't look so bad to me. Well, if I

came from Chicago, it wouldn't look so

bad to me either. Hey, uh, what about

the autopsy report? I didn't get it yet.

Oh, might be ready, man. I'm going to

call the office and find out

what is. It's going to take a couple of

minutes. Why don't you go get changed?

You want to play in those? Oh, you're

funny. I'll meet you in the first te.

What'd you get,

Sid? Extraordinary case. I've never

heard of anything like this in my life.

Even when I was a lab assistant in

Chicago, we never had Chicago. What

about this girl?

The cause of death was strangulation,

but from the depth of the indentation

marks in her neck, it seems that the

murderer must have possessed exceptional

strength. Okay, now I know she was

strangled. What I want to find out is

what else was done to her. All right,

that's the extraordinary part. The salow

skin cast and the collapsed sack-like

appearance of the body was a direct

result of a total evacuation of all the

main arteries. Oh, Sid, I make it simple

for you.

The girl's body was totally drained of

blood. It

was Look, I I don't want the media to

get a hold of this. That's all I need. A

bunch of newspaper men crawling up my

back. Now, I can see the headlines now.

Vampire killer loose in Monterey. What

can you do for me? I'll do the best I

can, but I can't guarantee anything. You

know that I have to file a report. I

cannot falsify the report. You know damn

well I don't want you to do anything

like that. All I want kept under wraps

is the condition of the corpse, not the

fact that she was murdered. Look, I got

to have time to work this thing out.

Okay, I understand. I I'll try and keep

it under wraps for you. Okay, that's one

favor I owe you.

From the looks of that one, I'm going to

have to take two shots aside for Sid.

Now you know the only people who give

shots are doctors. Te it

up. The morning I drove down from San

Francisco. The weather was foul. A

curtain of cold rain fell from a

gunmetal gray sky.

I'd set up a meeting with Sheriff

Hartley in Carmel to discuss the Ellen

Court

situation. I didn't expect much

cooperation from him, but it was worth a

try. A way to begin. When I pulled up in

front of Hartley's office, the sky had

begun to clear and the sun was breaking

through. I hoped it was a good omen.

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Mr. Norless, at at the risk of seeming

inhospitable, I just don't understand

why any of this would interest a man who

spends his time uh

well, chasing ghosts. Sure you find this

all very amusing, Sheriff. Mrs. Court

swears her husband is

alive. She asked me to help her. I

agreed to. What do you want from me? Any

information that ties in with the man

she shot in her husband's studio. Shot

at plain she missed him. Nobody can take

a shotgun charge and keep walking. Look,

she saw an intruder. She went panic. He

could have been anybody. Some bum

looking to spend the night indoors. It

gets cold out here in these woods at

night. Now, I'll bet you that right now

your uh ghost has hopped a freight and

is halfway to Chicago. As for

information, I I don't have any to

give. What about that uh girl who was

murdered in her car the other night?

Millie Parks.

What about her? Well, I stopped in town

before I came here and heard a few

people talking about it. Well, it's it's

like they say, read all about it in your

daily newspaper. I have.

Somebody hidden a car strangler. The car

hit a

tree. Now, that's all there is to it.

Mhm. Are you sure that's all there is to

it,

Mr.

Norless? Now, are you saying there's

some connection between that dead girl

and Mrs. Court's ghost? I'm not saying

anything. I'm just asking questions.

That's what I get paid for and I'll

handle it if it's uh if it's all right

with you, Mr. Norris. Sure. Sure. It's

all right with me. Just seems that there

are a lot of nervous people in town. I

think they saw a lot more than they're

willing to talk about.

Like I

said, that's police business.

Okay. Thanks for the information.

Think maybe he's on to something. On to

what? Now, there's a very simple

explanation to this whole

thing. All we've got to do is find it.

Well, I hope so, Tom. I sure hope so.

Oh, as I headed for the cord estate

along the 17-mi drive, acres of lush

cyprress and tall pine loomed over me.

The ocean below bellowed and roared,

smashing into the coastline, spilling

white foam along the sand.

There's no doubt this rugged peninsula

country could give the French Riviera

tough

competition. But on this afternoon, my

mind really wasn't on the

scenery. I kept thinking about the girl

who had been murdered the night

before. Trying to tie what I knew about

her into the story Ellen had told me. I

had a gut hunch the two were connected.

How I didn't know. I was going to have

to try and find out.

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Hello, Mrs. Cord.

I really do appreciate you

coming. It's really a beautiful place.

was, but it isn't anymore. Not for me. I

let the servants go after Jim's death,

and now I'm trying to sell the estate.

Would you like some coffee?

Sure. So, you mean to tell me you're out

here all alone? I had Mrs. Harrison with

me until today. She'd been with the

family for years, so I kept her on to

look after the place. But that girl's

murder frightened her, and she turned in

her notice this morning. said she

wouldn't stay this far out of town after

dark. Well, she makes sense. I think

it'd be a good idea if you went back to

the town with me tonight and stayed at

the end.

Yeah, I guess maybe you're right. I

didn't sleep a wink last night. Every

time the house creaked, my skin crawled.

Kept imagining I heard noises from the

woods.

Think we could take a look at your

husband's studio? Sure, I'll get the

keys.

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You say the dog led you in this

direction? Yes. I practically had to run

to keep up with him.

What time did he wake you up? Just after

midnight.

There it is over there.

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Jim loved this place. Used to be a barn

before he converted it into a studio.

But the people in town taught me uh your

husband was something of a reckluse. Oh,

I suppose that's true. But he liked

being alone. After we were married, I

had a studio set up in the main house,

but he never used it. He'd always come

out here to work. Called it his personal

hideaway.

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Is this from the dog? Yes, all of it. He

killed Raleigh as easily as you'd smash

a fly. And he was a German Shepherd, a

very powerful animal.

Now, you say you had to unlock the door

to get in. That's right.

My question is, how did he get inside?

Is this the corner he came from?

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Yes. He was standing right

here. I'll never forget his

eyes. They were

horrible. Wild staring at me.

How long has it been since you've been

out here?

I haven't been here since Jim died.

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Now, you don't believe me, do you?

What do you believe?

I don't know.

But I'm still confused about the ring.

It must be worth a great deal of money.

Why do you say that?

Because Charles Langden phoned me

yesterday regarding the purchase of all

the studio sculptures. When he mentioned

the ring, I told him it wasn't for sale.

Well, what did he say? He became quite

upset. And that's when I hung up. Maybe

I should have a talk with

Langdon. Look, while I'm in San

Francisco, do me a favor. Find out all

you can about that murder the other

night. There's something about that

girl's death they're trying to hide.

Well, then you think there's a

connection between what happened to me

and the parks girl? I don't know. That's

what I want to find out. I'll call you

tonight.

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any of

May I be of uh some assistance? Yes, you

might. You tell Mr. Langden that David

Norless is here to see him. If you'll be

so kind as to follow me.

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Mr. Langden. A uh Mr. Norless to see

you. May I help you? Uh David Norless.

Oh, I know you. I enjoyed one of your

books very much. Really? Which one? I

have a terrible memory for titles. It

dealt with undersea life and uh I

believe it was off the coast of

Yugoslavia. The man below. I'm glad you

liked it. I did. You're the only one who

read it. Come. May I show you something

here? No, thank you. I would like to ask

you some questions regarding your

association with James Raymond Court.

Oh, you see, I'm uh looking into his

death. Looking into in what capacity?

There's a private investigator working

for Mrs. Court. Well, I'd be glad to

help, Ellen, but uh I mean, it seems a

little bit on the bizarre side. There

was nothing of a mysterious nature about

Jane's death. Well, and you won't mind

answering a few questions, will you?

Fire ahead.

How well did you know him? Well, we were

closely associated. You see, our gallery

is the main outlet for James work here

in San Francisco for the past several

years. I've placed a great number of his

works with collectors, and I've arranged

for a few special commissions, things of

that sort. Mhm.

What? How much do you know about the

occult, Mr. Langon? Very little,

actually. Doesn't interest me at all. H

That's interesting because Mrs. Court

was saying, "Uh, could we talk

upstairs?"

Sure. Please.

You see, I somehow got the impression

that you were responsible for Mr.

Court's fascination with the

supernatural. No, it was simply a

manifestation of his disease.

You do know Madame Jaquil, don't you? In

a business sense, I frequently send

people to her shop. She has excellent

taste. Picks up some really splendid

items from time to time. See, I was told

that he met her here in your gallery.

Yes, we had James last exhibition. I

introduced him, as a matter of fact, and

frankly, I wish I hadn't. His obsession

with the supernatural began with Madame

Jille.

What about that ring he got from her?

You know anything about that?

Apparently, it's from Egypt. It's very

ancient. It's known to collectors of

antique jewelry of the Osiris scarab.

Valuable. Well, true value is difficult

to determine.

The beetle, as you know, is a symbol of

immortality. There are rumors that the

Osiris scarab is a life ring capable of

granting restorative powers to its

wearer. You believe that?

Hardly. Myth and nonsense.

Why do you want the ring so badly?

Apparently, Ellen told you of my

interest. Obviously,

I deal in antique art and objects, Mr.

This ring is such an object. It has a

fascination for those of us who are

connoisseurs. So certainly I should like

to own the Osiris scarab. Well, Mrs.

Court told me that you demanded to know

why the ring wasn't for sale. Well,

naturally, I was disappointed and I

vented my disappointment over the

telephone. It was purely an emotion of

the moment. So, she didn't tell you why

she wouldn't sell the ring or where it

is. No, she did

not. You know where it is. Mhm.

You see, Mr. Court's will declared that

the ring should be buried with

him. It's now on his finger in the

family

crypt. How

curious. How very curious.

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I have private agreement with Mr. Court.

Now, it's no business of yours or

anybody else's. I keep private business

private.

Madame

Jaquille, Mrs. Court thinks her husband

is alive. As a matter of fact, she

thinks she saw him in the studio.

Well, now isn't that interesting? How

did you know where she saw him?

Jim always loved being in the studio,

and his presence might linger there. Oh,

come on. This was no presence. This was

a real man. real enough to kill a dog

and take a double shotgun blast in the

chest.

Why are you telling me this? Look, this

has nothing to do with me. Well, I think

it has a lot to do with you and the ring

you gave to

court. All part of a puzzle. And I

thought you'd help me put the pieces

together.

There's nothing I can say.

What about the studio? I think you know

something about the studio and it's

linked with the ring.

Look, I'm going to tell you something.

You stay away from that place. Stay away

from the whole court estate. Why?

It's the house of Sargo.

Hello, Helen. It's David. How are you?

Okay, but it sure is raining here.

Listen, I think I'm on to something. I

saw Madam Jacquel. She wasn't too

talkative, but she did make a slip in

reference to James studio. I think this

whole thing ties into the studio.

I'm going to be down there in about an

hour. I'll pick you up at 11:30. Well,

where are we going? Back to the studio.

Now, you're familiar with it. I I'm not.

I would know what to look for, but I'm

convinced something's there. Will you go

with me? I'll be ready.

Okay. It's almost midnight. I was

worried. I thought something might have

happened to you. Storm slowed me down. I

ran into a lot of heavy traffic. What do

you expect to find at the studio? I

don't know. I'm not sure. Did you find

anything out about the parks girl? Yeah,

only that there seemed to be something

strange about the body. Like what? Like

she had no blood.

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They're over

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here. I hate to put you through this.

I'd rather have done it alone. No, I'm

glad I can help. Anyway, I was going

stir crazy waiting back at the end.

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I wish I knew what to look for. Anything

odd or abnormal?

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What's this?

I don't know. I've never seen it before.

Wasn't here the other day. I know.

You sure he didn't start this just

before he died? No. This isn't

his. It's not my kid's work.

Look at the

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face. And this clay.

What about it?

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Still

damp. Someone's still working on this

thing. But that's impossible. How could

that be?

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Heat. Heat.

We can't

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Oh,

heat, heat.

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car. Thank you.

Okay, Miss Court, listen. Nice. You

know, it's 2:00 in the morning. You've

been drinking. Look, I'm not going to

argue with you. I saw Court. He was as

close to me as you are. Another one of

your ghosts. A ghost doesn't rip off a

car door. Take a look out the window.

He did that. He did that.

Mrs. Cord, are you all right?

All right, let's

go. Let you get him around in the back

there, would you? All right, listen.

Check this over here. We still are

trying to find a body. He says he hit

one and we can't find

it. Look out. Get it over

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there. It seems to me that you must have

just grazed him with a telling you I hit

him head on. Hey, Frank, search the main

house. Rest of you, check the studio and

all the grounds. You come with me.

Where? I'm going to see if Mr. Cord is

at home to friends. Come on with us.

Let's go.

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Someone's taken the body. Did you hear

what I said? That's all there is to it.

Somebody's taken the body.

Look hardly. What more do you Oh, now

you look, Mr. Nordic. I just don't buy

your zombie story. As far as I'm

concerned, we got a prowler that looks

like Mr. court who assaulted you people

when you caught him doing his job. Now,

for his own reasons, he removed Mr.

Court's body. I'm still in the dark as

to why. Maybe it's to follow up the

disguise. Explain the abnormal strength.

You think I pulled the door off the car?

I don't try to explain anything. If I

did, I would say that you snagged the

open car door on the garage in your

hurry to get out. Now, look, when people

panic, they do funny things. What are

you going to do about all this? Uh,

assuming that we don't find the prowler

on the ground, and I agree that's very

unlikely, then I'll have the wood

search. In the meantime, it's late and

I'm tired. I'm going to take Mrs. Court

back to town. You follow us. When you

get there, you can sign a complaint.

Let's give up on this wild goose chase.

Who is this? It's David. You all right?

Oh, I suppose so. They uh they gave me a

seditive. What time is it? It's

afternoon. 2:00.

Where are you? I'm at home. I'm trying

to reach Charles Langden. Has he called

you? No, no one's called.

And that uh sheriff still won't believe

me. Thinks we're both crazy. Did you

show him the sculpture we found? No, not

I don't want anyone touching that thing

until I can determine what it is, what

it means. I'm having the clay analyzed

right now. Sheriff Hartley wants me to

make a full statement at his office this

afternoon. What What should I tell him?

Tell him the truth. Just leave out the

sculpture, David.

David, I'm still very

frightened. He's out there

alive, and you and I know he's out

there. Why won't the sheriff believe us?

I mean, what's it going to take to make

him believe us?

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That night, Ellen's sister, Marsha,

drove down from San Francisco.

She had returned from her trip to New

York earlier than expected and

unfortunately when she tried to reach

me, I was

out. It was after midnight when she

pulled into the deserted court

estate. And when she found no one there,

she was already too tired to make the

halfhour drive to

Carmel. And since another storm was

building, Marsha decided to seek closer

lodgings.

By the time she had arrived at the

Orange Grove Motel, a small off the road

scattering of faded

cabins, the storm had

broken and the rain had begun to fall.

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You're close. Please let me come in.

It's freezing.

Please, I need her. Papa, will you tell

her we're closed? Papa, tell her it's

closed.

Now look, lady, it's like I said,

oh, please, could I come in? It's so wet

out here. I'm freezing to death. Oh,

come on in.

Thank

you. It's awfully late, but I could give

you cabin number nine. It's our best

one. New springs and mattress in there.

Just a shower, no tub, bath. Is that all

right? That's fine. That's fine, Reie. I

said we're closed.

Can't turn the girl away, Mama. No harm

in giving her nine. Well, give her the

key and hurry up about it and come to

bed, Papa. Now,

mama, she gets a little grouchy after

midnight. I can handle her, though.

Well, I hope so. I I don't want to cause

you any trouble. Oh, no trouble at all.

Now, let's see. That will be $10.

Thank you. Oh, thank you.

Can I help you with your thing? No, no,

thank you. I can manage.

Pleasant

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dream.

Heat.

Heat. Heat.

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Heat.

Heat. Heat.

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No, no.

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Open up. It's the

manager. What's going on in

here? No, I didn't get a good look at

him. He just came whailing

out and he knocked me sideways and he

carried her off into the woods. Then I

knew what she said. She was no good. All

right. Now, tell me what you did see.

Was he tall? Was he short? Was he thin?

Was he fat? What do you ought to

remember? Tall and all wild in the eyes.

And he wore dark clothes. All right.

Now, listen to me, Mr. Dobkins. Mrs.

Doppkins, and listen very good. I'm

going to take you downtown so that you

can see some mug shots. Now, in the

meantime, if word of what happened here

gets around, this whole town's going to

go into a panic. I don't want the

newspapers to find out about it until I

have a chance to find the girl. That

means that you don't see anybody. You

don't talk to anybody about what

happened here. Do you understand that?

Oh, I won't say a word. You understand

that? I do. I certainly do. Sheriff,

there's just one thing I'd like to know.

Yeah. What do I do if he comes back?

Helen, I just wanted to call to tell you

I'll be late getting back there tonight.

Is your sister there, Marca? No. I

thought she was still in New York. No,

she tried to call me, got my service,

and left a message. Said she was driving

down late last night. I haven't seen

her. Well, maybe she changed her mind.

Thank you. If she calls again, I'll tell

her where you are. Now, look, I'm at the

architectural firm who originally

designed your place. I found out how

Court got into the studio without

unlocking the door. Came up from below.

These blueprints I've been looking at

show some very curious construction that

went on back in the 20s. Seems the

people who originally owned the place

built a series of underground tunnels.

Why would anybody want to build tunnels?

Well, during prohibition, they probably

stored guns and liquor. The plans also

show several entrances, one of which is

in the crypt. Now, I found a

connection between court and the

bloodless condition of the Parks girl. I

think the sculpture is being done by

court and I think he needed the girl

needed to kill her. But why? For the

clay in the sculpture. I just got the

chemical analysis back. The clay is 40%

human

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blood. Now look, Ellen, stay put. I have

a few more things to check on, and I'll

be down as soon as I can. Okay.

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[ __ ] I've got to talk to you

now. Do you mind telling me why you have

to see David Norless? I've got to break

free. I've got to strike back at them.

The powers of

darkness. They've controlled

me, twisted me, and I've done their

bidding.

And listen, when I met your husband, the

thing he most wanted in this world was

that his [ __ ] body be

healed. And

so I told him about the Assaaris

scarab. I tried to convince him about

its power over death, of a life beyond

death, but that only by the use of his

talent could it be purchased. And so we

made a pact. After

death, the ring would allow him the

power to rise from his coffin to work on

a figure of Sargo. Once the sculptures

finished, it'll have a physical form in

which to enter our

world. And in return for bestowing life

to Sargo, Jim Court will be granted

immortality. But we can stop him. That's

why I came here. His powers take effect

after sundown. If we can reach him by

sunset, we can remove the ring from his

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finger. Mr. Nless, I have a message for

you,

sir. Thank you.

When did Mrs. Cord leave? 15 or 20

minutes ago. I guess she and the other

lady, they left in a big hurry. Yeah.

How long before it gets dark here?

About a half hour, I

guess. Entrance has got to be here some

place.

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over here. I think I found it.

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I'll go first. Maybe we should wait. We

don't have time. We can't

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wait. This way. How do we know which one

to take? We don't.

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You take that tunnel and I'll take this

one. What if I find his body? Then you

remove the ring. Let's go.

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Yeah. Heat.

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Alan.

He's over

here. I can't get

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out. Hurry. Hurry.

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Can't get enough.

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a

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Oh my

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god.

David, he killed and you too. Come on,

let's go.

I don't know why he let me go. I don't

understand. It's no use. Nothing's any

use. Can you get it

open? It's been moved.

It's almost finished.

Everything but the eyes.

We can't let him come to life. Got to

let him finish.

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Let's the only thing that can stop it.

What are you doing? Making a blood

circle. According to medieval

alchemy, you can enter a blood circle,

but if it's on fire, you can't get out.

What's that? Hurry.

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Quick, quick.

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Hey.

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Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

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We

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are heat.

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Heat.

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Heat.

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Heat. Heat.

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Heat. Heat.

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Heat. Heat.

I tried to explain it all to Sheriff

Hartley, but he couldn't accept it. The

next morning, they found the bones of a

man in the

ashes. The remains of James Raymond

Court and of the demon Sargoth. They

found nothing. Absolutely nothing.

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Sargo. Strange

name. I

wonder. I wonder if he was truly

destroyed. Or could he be the key to

David's disappearance?

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Well, maybe this will tell

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me. Chapter 2, December

4th. It was a rainy afternoon when I

received the letter. Heat.

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Heat.

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Heat.

Heat. Heat. Heat.

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