All language subtitles for In.the.Mouth.of.Madness.1994.REMASTERED.10BG

Hello?

Hello, admitting.

This is saperstein.

Where is he?

He's cleared admitting?

Right.

Bring him in.

He's coming.

Good, good.

Trent?

John j.

Put him in number nine.

You son of a bitch!

Hang on to him!

No, no.

=-no, no, no.
Come on, get him in there.

No, no, not me!

No, wait, wait.

This is wrong.

Look, I'm sorry about the balls!

It was a lucky shot, that's all!

Wait!

Thank you wait!

I'm not insane, you hear me?

I'm not insane!

- I'm not if he's not!
- Oh, I'm not!

Me either!

I'm not insane!

Me neither!

I'm not insane!

Yes, doctor?

It's working,
they're calming down.

J you've only begun j

oh, no.

Not the carpenters, too.

J so many roads j

This is a rotten way to end it.

This is not the ending,
vou haven't read it yet.

Yes, just a moment.

- Here you are, doctor.
- Thank you.

All right.

Came in this afternoon? Yes.

How did you get here so fast?

We've been monitoring all
admissions through police

and paramedic channels,
this one fit the symptoms.

You think he's one of them?

Mr. saperstein, I promise you,

that's what I'm
here to find out.

Things must be getting
pretty bad out there

to bring you fellas in.

Is this it? =yes.

Did he make any requests?
=just...

One.

A, uh, single black crayon.

John?

Hang on.

What's up?

My name is Dr. wrenn,

and I'm going to try
and get you out of here.

After all my redecorating?

No, I think I'll stay.

There's a guard with a
pair of swollen testicles

who swears you
wanted out of here.

Oh yeah, well...

I've changed my mind.

I see.

The crosses are a nice touch.

They'd almost have to keep you
here once they'd seen these,

wouldn't they, John?

Got a smoke?

You're waiting to hear
about my them, aren't you?

Your what?

My them.

Oh, every paranoid
schizophrenic has one.

A them, a they, an it.

And you wanna hear about
my them, don't you?

I want to know how you got here.

Things are turning to
shit out there, aren't they?

Let's talk about you.

Your dime.

I'm a...

I was an insurance
investigator, freelance.

Checked out funny claims,
frauds, the usual kind of thing.

And lately, I'd been working
for a firm here in the city.

And all of this started
with the disappearance.

The sutter cane disappearance.

It's a little hot
in here, isn't it?

It's boiling.

How long I gotta be here?

I mean, I took care
of all that paperwork.

The check was supposed to be
here three weeks ago, right?

Isn't that right?

Well usually, yeah,
that's the way it goes, but,

I just have a few final
questions to ask about the fire.

- You understand.
- More questions.

I've answered all your
questions, I mean,

enough"s enough here.

It was supposed to be cut and
dried, I mean, they told me.

Look, I understand, we'll
be outta here in 3 minute.

See, robby here, he
owns the company.

And he's hired me to see
that things go smoothly.

You understand.

And it's just a little
thing, but you see,

robby takes a view that
it was you who burned down

your own warehouse on
northern boulevard.

Me? That's horseshit.

That was all my own stuff
in that warehouse.

- I mean, that's my whole life.
- Believe me, I sympathize.

Jeez, you're really
starting to sweat.

Shall I turn on the air
conditioning, what do you think?

- Oh, no, I'm fine.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah!

- Okay.
- It's just,

I'm running a little late,
that's all. It's...

I'm supposed to pick up my wife.
T-=

oh, yeah, your wife.

She's a great lady.

You know her? =no, not really.

We just met briefly.

You know, when I went round
to check up on your story.

See, we have these
photographs, of your wife,

tooling around town, wearing
various articles that you claim

were destroyed in the fire.

No, no, that's impossible.

No, this is all stuff I
bought for her myself.

See, the problem is, when
I went round to talk to her,

it turned out she knew a lot
more than she thought she did.

Especially...

Especially after I showed her
pictures of miss palminteri,

who appears to be
wearing even more of your

destroyed articles.

Miss palminteri?

Miss Rosa palminteri.

A word of advice.

You wanna pull a scam, don't
make your wife a partner.

And if you do, don't fuck
around behind her back.

Trent, you look beautiful.

Everybody says you got the best

nose for a con in the business.

But to see it firsthand, I mean,

to watch you work is incredible.

Well, it wasn't hard, robby,
the guy's wife liked me.

Besides, he was an amateur.

It's just too easy
with amateurs.

See, you try to figure out who's
professional and who isn't.

And that's when it gets fun,
when you run into a pro.

You know, most of my
salesmen couldn't sniff out

a phony claim if their noses
were nailed to it, but you,

man, you never miss.

What's to miss?

You learn to expect the worst
in people and you get it.

Everyone's looking
to play an angle.

I'm always there to
clean up the mess.

I'll tell you what.

You stop freelancing
and join my staff.

I'll make it worth
your while, Trent.

Forget it, robby.

I'm my own man, nobody
pulls my strings.

I'm independent and I'm happy.

Well, be my man one more time.

I'm having quite a
difficult mess with arcane.

The publishing house? =yeah.

It's my biggest account.

They just filed a claim
that cost me millions.

I want you on this right away.

- What's the claim?
- Sutter cane is missing.

Do you read sutter cane?

What?

Lay down, lie close, lay down!

Horror writer sutter cane.

A harmless pop phenomenon,

or a deadly mad prophet
of the printed page?

This was the scene today
outside several city bookstores.

Police believe the riots began
because the stores could not

meet the demand for advance
orders of sutter cane's latest

novel, in the mouth of madness.

When does fiction
become religion?

And are his fans dangerous?

Only if you count axes.

In related news,
there were 18 other stores

across the city reporting...

Mr. Trent?

Mr. Trent?

Mr. harglow will see you now.

Thank you.

You're not listening to
me, I needed it yesterday.

If you wait any longer, it'll
be all over the front page!

Get it done.

Jackson harglow, Mr. Trent,
I'm pleased to meet you.

It's a pleasure.
Excuse the commotion.

We have something of
a crisis going on.

Now, everybody out now, please.

I need time with Mr. Trent.

Have Sylvia hold the calls
and you get Linda in here.

- Yes, Mr. harglow.
- Gee, that was great.

- I almost left myself.
- Sit down, please.

I am a little short on Patience
these days, I'm afraid.

So, Mr. Trent, are you
familiar with arcane?

Well, aside from the
fact that you're insured

by the company I work for,
I never heard of arcane.

- I'm sorry.
- You read books?

Linda styles, John Trent.

Linda reads books for a living.

She's one of our best editors.

Since she joined the
firm, she's been handling

sutter cane exclusively.

Sutter cane.

Isn't he the guy that
writes that horror crap?

Maybe he's too sophisticated
for you. Sutter cane

happens to be this century's
most widely-read author.

You can forget
about Stephen King.

Cane outsells them all.

So, what happened to
this cash cow of yours?

Cane disappeared two
months ago without a trace.

The police have
turned up nothing.

Who was the last
person to hear from him?

His agent.

Cane mailed him several
chapters of his new book,

oh, not two weeks ago.

Plain brown wrapper,
no return address.

Oh, gee, I'm sorry.

You don't mind, do you?

What'd the agent have to say?

Well, you heard
what he had to say.

What're you talking about?

I understand you were there
when the poor man went crazy

in midtown Manhattan,

you witnessed the
shooting, I believe.

That lunatic with the
ax, that was cane's agent?

Hard to believe, isn't it?

Yeah, well you'd think a
guy that outsells Stephen King

could find better
representation.

Excuse me.

Miss styles,
this is what we have.

It's just a little joke.

Well, we're not in the mood.

- I'll see you out, Mr. Trent.
- Thank you.

Cane is a billion-dollar
franchise.

He's the tent pole
to this company.

We've already sold the film
rights to his new book,

as well as publication
rights in 18 languages.

Book you can't find?

Well, his agent found
it, at least part of it.

You think he just took one
look at this latest work of art

and just went ax-happy
in broad daylight?

I think it's great.

It's great promotion for
arcane, great publicity.

This was not a publicity
stunt, you were there.

Cane's writing has
been known to have

an effect on his
less-stable readers.

- Effect, like what?
- Well, disorientation.

Memory loss, severe
paranoid reaction.

People pay money to feel
like that? It's cute.

- Put it in the press kit.
- Look, we need you.

Okay.

Well, why don't you and I
get together after work?

We'll go through his files.

I don't think so.

I need to see his
contracts, papers, you know?

Impossible, his agent
was a total buffer.

We don't even know
where cane lives.

What do you know?

Well, for about a year
before he disappeared,

his work became erratic,
bent, more bizarre than usual.

He became convinced his writing
was real and not fiction,

then the work stopped coming.

I need to know if he's alive
or dead, and I need that book.

We've delayed publication
as long as we can.

His fans are getting
really restless.

This shit really
sells, doesn't it?

More than you'd
imagine. Surprised?

Lady, nothing surprises me.

We fucked up the air, the
water, we fucked up each other.

Why don't we finish
the job by just

flushing our brains
down the toilet?

Why don't you try
reading his stuff?

See if you can get it?

Got anything on tape?

You want some too, buddy?

Now, relax, robby.

Look, it's a scam, of
course it's a scam.

You see, all this strange
behavior from people

that read the books and the
agent going nuts and so on,

it's, I figure it's like
mass hysteria, you know?

It's like, um, it's
a pop phenomenon.

It's a craze, it'll pass.

It's this year's hula-hoop,
something like that.

Yeah, my god, it's freaky.

No, it's a setup, it's a setup.

I just have to work out how
it's set up, that's all.

It's just a matter of time.

You too?

God, I've had heartburn,
tell me about it.

Sporadic riots
continue to hit eastern cities,

and reports of violence
from Boston and Philadelphia

are now coming in.

Police continue to describe
barely coherent witnesses, all

reporting having read horror
novelist sutter cane's latest

novel, hobb's end horror.

Many officers have been
physically attacked,

and more than 380
people, male and female,

have been jailed
in New York county.

Two officers in Boston
were hacked to death

amid jeering crowds in
an attack last night.

What is this horrible,
unexplainable madness

that is gripping our lives?

What in the world is happening?

I can see.

Excuse me”?

He sees you.

Great, uh, tell him I say hi.

Hello?

Oh, hi, robby, veah.

Yeah, not a lot.

I picked up some of
these sutter cane books.

You know, I've
been reading them.

Well, pulp horror novels,
they're all pretty familiar.

They all seem to have
the same plot, you know.

Slimy things in the
dark, people go mad,

they turn into
monsters, you know.

The funny thing is
that they're kind of

better-written than
you expect, you know?

They sort of get
to you in a way.

I don't know if it's
his style of writing,

or his use of description
or whatever, but... hm?

No, don't be silly.

No, no, no.

Do you want some too, buddy?

He sees you.

He sees you.

He sees you.

What?

=

Oh, it's just too weird.

Beautiful.

Where'd you go?

Assuming you went somewhere.

Cute.

Now I know why cane had
the artwork done himself.

See this?

It's a map.

The red dot is hobb's end.

It's not on any real
map, but look at this.

The two line up.

Like it or not, cane's
book covers place hobb's end

right in the middle
of new england.

So you're saying the man
went someplace fictional?

No, no, no, it's a real
place in a real state.

- New Hampshire, to be precise.
- But it's not on the map.

Well, not on any new ones,
but maybe on some old ones.

There's plenty of forgotten
towns across America.

Makes a great
contest, doesn't it?

Put the pieces
together, find the town,

win a sutter cane lunchbox.

How can you be sure he's there?

Well, I'd have to go to be sure.

Are you sure you want me to go?

See, I'm not suggesting
that you're lying,

that you're about to file
a fraudulent claim, but,

forgive me if this sounds a
little bit like bullshit to me.

And if you're telling the truth,

if you really want
vour author back,

if you really want your
book, then maybe it's in

both our best interests
if I go find him.

We have nothing
to hide, Mr. Trent.

I desire only our fair
share if cane is dead,

or our property if he's alive.

Since I assume you also
have nothing to hide,

I'm sure you won't mind if
I send miss styles along

on your expedition.

Well, it's your party.

J America the j

J beautiful j

j fromsea to.

J shining j

What was that, what?

You're awake.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa!

Couldn't you just
shake me, you asshole?

What did I do, what did I do?

We're lost.

We are lost because there is
no such place as hobb's end.

Well, we'll see.

Never, never, never
throw chips at a driver.

Damn, shit.

Asshole.

Styles, can 1 ask you something?

Do you really like
working on cane's stuff?

You really like busting people?

Yeah.

I bust frauds, I bust
phonies, and yeah, I love it.

Have you ever busted
anyone you know?

Yeah, sure, I did.

Didn't make any difference,
you see, in my business,

you soon find out that
anybody's capable of anything.

If you can think of
it, they've done it.

Doesn't leave you
much to believe in.

Yeah, but think
of the upside, at least

it doesn't leave you too much
to be disappointed in, either.

Believe me, the sooner we're
off the planet, the better.

Now you sound like cane.

No, not me.

You're the cane lover.

I just like being scared.

Cane's work scares me.

What's to be scared about?

It's not like it's
real or anything.

It's not real from
your point of view,

and right now reality
shares your point of view.

What scares me
about cane's work,

is what might happen if reality
shared his point of view.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, we're not
talking about reality here.

We're talking about fiction,
it's different, you know?

A reality is just what
we tell each other it is.

Sane and insane could
easily switch places,

if the insane were to
become the majority.

You would find yourself
locked in a padded cell,

wondering what
happened to the world.

No, that wouldn't happen to me.

Well, it would if you realized

everything you
ever knew was gone.

It'd be pretty lonely
being the last one left.

Not only in Manhattan
proper, but there was

an incident in long island
that was also related to it.

Oh, come on,
doctor, I don't buy this.

I mean, what are you saying,
that there's some kind of

disease that's spreading
across the country?

It is an addiction
that people have at

this time, of fantasy creating
a pile of written material.

How could it be addicting?

- Look, I mean this is words!
- All things have been...

Or just something
that is created by the press?

That's nonsense...

Acting stupid is what it is.

Jesus Christ. What?

I just saw, I saw a...

A cow, a sheep?

A pig, what'd you see?

- Never mind, it was nothing.
- Good.

Don't move him!

- Is he alive?
- T don't know.

Just don't move, he'll
get a blanket, lie still.

I can't get out. Don't move.

He won't let me out.

He was okay?

Come on, let's go.

We'll tell the cops when
we hit the next town.

You okay?

Oh, I can't believe it.

I must have slept
through the whole night.

Hey, thanks for driving.

What is it?

Look.

Styles, you're
fantastic, you found it.

What's wrong?

You drive.

Cute, cute, cute.

Main street, U.S.A.

Jesus.

Antiques.

This old crap, I wonder where
they manufacture this shit.

Look.

Those kids.

You didn't see them?

No.

Where is everyone, it's like
the place is picture-perfect

and there's nobody around.

Come on.

Styles, how'd you
know about this place?

I thought you'd never
been here before.

I haven't, I've read about it.

So have you.

This is empty now.

It used to be filled

with strange growing
things, remember?

One night, the townspeople
saw something moving in here,

something enormous,
with arms like snakes.

Oh, veah.

Hobb's end horror.

The hotel from
hobb's end horror.

Styles, you know
what I'm thinking?

There's gotta be a great
tie-in for a town like this.

I mean, think of the tourist
potential for instance, or...

There should be a
painting behind us.

Oh, yeah.

It's nice.

There's a loose board there.

Good morning. =hi.

Can I help you folks?

I certainly hope so,
we'd like a room, please.

We're on our way to Boston,
we thought we'd take a...

Break in your
famous little town.

Famous?

Yeah, what with the whole
sutter cane thing and all.

Sutter who?

Cane.

We heard he came
from around here.

He comes back to
stay once in a while.

I don't know anybody named cane.

Nobody passes
through here much anymore.

Let me get you your keys.

You want me to leave a deposit,

or my credit card or something?

Oh, city folk.

Oh!

Well, styles, if that's
what you saw, then,

yeah, I guess it
would be a little unsettling.

I'd be a little unnerved
myself, but regardless

of what you saw, regardless
of what you think,

we are not living inside
a sutter cane story.

They're all in here.

The Mrs. pickman in
the book is a lunatic

who chops her husband
into coleslaw.

That sweet old thing
that we met downstairs,

isn't capable of anything worse

than dipping her dentures
into her husband's beer.

Trent, I know you
think this is a joke.

Just listen to me
for a second, please.

What if cane's
work isn't fiction?

Oh, for Christ sake.

This is reality.

You hear that?

Reality.

Now, if what you're
saying is true,

there should be,
out that window,

a black byzantine church
with 250-foot spires,

with gold onions on the top.

Now, look!

You see?

Reality.

You didn't read closely enough.

The view is from the east.

"This place had once
been the seat of an evil

"older than mankind and wider
than the known universe.

"It was a place of
pain and suffering

"beyond human understanding.”

You've got me reading this
thing like it's a guidebook.

"Originally, there was
an old stone church built

"on this site in 1788, but
the black church swallowed up

"the old sanctuary, the way
it has swallowed our minds.

"Now there is nothing left
of what was once here,

"except the mosaic of
our lord and savior,

"above the front door.

"Some believe the old sanctuary
still exists somewhere,

"trapped inside
this evil edifice.

"It's primeval inhabitants
were a murderous race

"of creatures, whose vile
existence contaminated

"time itself, affecting history,

"with their sadistic
wickedness."

It's the battle for heaven.

The archangel Michael's
fighting off...

Don't tell me, fighting
off one of the creatures

from the other side, right?

A representation.

The things cane writes
are indescribable.

Beyond description.

Right.

We're wasting our time, we
ought to be asking about cane.

We'll have somebody to
ask in about two seconds.

Come on, we have
to get out of here.

We can't be in front
of the church, Trent.

They have guns, Trent!

Cane!

No, no, no, wait.

Give him back!

Johnny.

Johnny boy.

=

Is that cane?

Get in the truck.

- No!
- Where are they coming from?

No, no, no!

Stop it!

I see.

Tell me how you knew about
that mob, tell me that, hm?

You see, you can't bullshit
a bullshitter, can you?

'Cause I'll tell you how.

This whole thing has
been staged, that's how.

You, harglow and cane, you put
me through all of this so I can

go back and blab to the media

about cane"s
haunted little town,

help you sell a few more
million copies, well, fuck that.

- You're wrong.
- No, I'm not.

And before I leave
this shitty town,

I'm gonna find someone
who's gonna come clean.

And we're gonna dismiss
your bullshit claim.

You're wrong, Trent,
I know you are wrong!

How am I wrong?

Because you're
right, you're half-right.

This was a hoax.

We did send cane away
on a publicity stunt,

only he never showed up.

Harglow sent me with you
to make it look good.

Only we weren't supposed to
find anything, but we did.

That's how I know what
we're seeing is real.

We didn't stage any of this.

It's all happening
for real, Trent.

And it is all in that book
and that's how I know.

You're lying.

I read the books
too, you remember?

There's nothing about
any mob, any little girl.

Not in the old books,
Trent, in the new one.

No one knew what was in it
except me and cane's agent.

All right.

What's it about, the new one?

It's about the end.
To everything.

And it starts here
in this place,

with an evil that returns
and takes over hobb's end

piece by piece, starting
with the children.

It's about people
turning into things,

creatures that
aren't human anymore.

It's fiction, styles.

Fiction.

We need to read the new
book to find the way out.

- How is that gonna help?
- We could skip to the ending.

Styles, I really hope
vou're making this up.

I really do, because if you're
not, you're actually crazy.

Please, Trent.

Don't make me do this alone.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you coming with me?

Fine.

Have a nice bus ride home.

No smoking, please.

It bothers my husband.

I'm sorry, I just can't seem
to help myself around here.

Just on my way out.

I thought I'd stop and
admire the artwork.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Sure is.

Styles told me you
painted it yourself.

Styles?

Oh, the...

You mean the pretty young
thing you came in here with.

I don't know her at all.

Does she know me”?

Well, she claims she does.

So you're not
responsible for this?

Hell no.

Well, it's a nice
place you got here.

Although it must be a hell
of a thing to keep clean.

You look as if you've
been up all night.

Been reading.

Styles?

Styles!

Styles!

Hush!

You're a writer?

No, are you an actor?

Take a hint, leave.

This ain't no tourist town.

Oh, I've been trying to.

You guys are good, you know?

You, the old lady at the hotel.

Really, really good.

Cane's been messing
with the church.

Now, something came leaking out,

took the little ones first,
then passed it on to us.

Can I buy you a beer?

Don't let it get
to you, just get out.

Give it.

What are you?

Where do you come from?

Where do you live?

With you.

Who takes care of you? =you do.

You're my mommy.

Know what today is?

Today is mommy's day.

Styles?

Linda.

Linda.

Nice to see you again.

You can edit this one from
the inside, looking out.

It's funny, isn't it?

For years, I thought I
was making all this up.

But they were telling
me what to write.

Giving me the power
to make it all real.

And now it is.

All those horrible,
slimy things,

trying to get back in?

They're all true.

Come.

See the instrument
of their homecoming.

What you have come looking for.

The new Bible...

That starts the change.

Helps you see.

Do you like my ending?

Any suggestions?

You found something.

- Where did you go?
- I'm losing me.

I'm losing me, John.

Help me, I'm losing me.

What's happening?
=I saw the book.

Don't look at it,
don't read it, John.

I'm losing me!

Mrs. pickman?

Come on, you old bitch.

Mrs. pickman?

Styles?

We're going.

Now.

J you are a dead girl j

styles.

Styles?

Fuck you!

You're still here.

Busy night.

Special effects,
hidden speakers.

You people are professionals,
I'll give you that.

The thing I can't
remember is what came first.

Us or the book.

We are not living in
a sutter cane story!

This is not reality!

Reality is not
what it used to be.

Oh, Jesus, this place
makes my head hurt.

Oh, really?

Come on, look at this.

This was done by a
five-year-old, my five-year-old.

Johnny's sister.

She did me after
she did her mom.

You're alone.

Don't.

I have to, he wrote me this way.

Oh, shit.

The key.

Jesus!

Christ.

Shit.

Never leave the city,
why don't I learn?

Are we leaving?

We're already home.
You should have believed me.

Where's the fucking highway?

Cane's writing me, he
wants me to kiss you.

Why?

Because it's good for the book.

Jesus.

It's what the
readers wanna read.

Oh, god!

Get off, get...

Get away from Mel!

Cane has a job for you.

A few bad calls.

A few wrong turns.

Do you wanna know the
problem with places like this?

With religion in general?

It's never known how to
convey the anatomy of horror.

Religion seeks
discipline through fear,

vet doesn't understand the
true nature of creation.

No one's ever believed it
enough to make it real.

The same cannot be
said of my work.

Your books aren't real.

But they've sold
over a billion copies.

I've been translated
into 18 languages.

More people believe in my work
than believe in the Bible.

You got a point?

I think you know it.

There has to be some
kind of an explanation

for what I've seen tonight.

I'll sort this shit out
later, but right now,

there has to be some kind of
a simple fucking explanation.

Always looking for the con.

Even now, you're
trying to rationalize.

Anyway...

Your books suck.

You must try reading my new one.

The others have had
quite an effect,

but this one will drive
you absolutely mad.

So I'm told.

It'll make the world
ready for the change.

It takes its power from new
readers and new believers.

That's the point.

Belief.

When people begin to lose
their ability to know

the difference between
fantasy and reality,

the old ones can begin
their journey back.

The more people who believe,
the faster the journey.

And with the way the
other books have sold,

this one is bound to
be very, very popular.

Want to see?

=cane.

All done.

In the mouth of madness.

Yours to deliver, Trent.

What?

I'll be joining my
new publishers now.

You take the manuscript
back to the world for me.

That's what you do.

What I do?

You are what I write.

Like this town.

It wasn't here
before I wrote it.

And neither were you.

No.

I know what's real.

I know what I am, and
nobody pulls my strings.

Did you think my agent
attacked you by accident?

He read about you, in there.

He knew you'd bring it
back and start the change.

Make what's happened
here happen everywhere.

He tried to stop you.

I'm not a piece of fiction.

I think, therefore you are.

Read it if you don't believe me.

See what I have
in store for you.

I know what I am.

Go back.

Your world lies
beyond that passage.

Go now.

I can't hold them
back any longer.

"Trent stood at
the edge of the rip.

"Stared into the illimitable
Gulf of the unknown.

"The stygian world
yawning blackly beyond.

"Trent's eyes refused to close.

"He did not shriek.

"But the hideous, unholy
abominations shrieked for him.

"As in the same
second he saw them,

"spill and tumble upward,

"out of an enormous
carrion black pit,

"choked with the
gleaming white bones

"of countless
unhallowed centuries.

"He began to back away
from the rip as the army

"of unspeakable figures,
twilit by the glow

"from the bottomless
pit, came pouring at him,

"foward our world."

Come with me.

I can't.

I've read to the end.

Hey, kid.

You want a paper?

Have you been in an accident?

Yup.

You want me to get somebody?

No, just...

Just point me to the highway.

Straight up.

Hey, kid.

Did you ever hear of hobb's end?

No, no!

Mr. Trent.

What?

Package for you, sir.

But nobody knows I'm here.

Well, someone does.

Who delivered this?
=-t don't know.

- Who?
- T don't know!

- I wasn't here last night.
- Sent me, who was it?

I was, and I didn't see shit.

I remember New York
during the depression.

People think they
have it bad now.

You should have seen
the bowery back then.

Bodies piled two, three
feet high off the gutter.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm god now, you understand?

God's not supposed to
be a hack horror writer.

But maybe I can
help you believe.

Look around when you wake up.

Did I ever tell you my
favorite color was blue?

Relax, buddy.

Relax.

- You're awake now.
- It was just a bad dream.

Are you deaf and dumb, sir?

I was just there in
the town, in that town...

And there were people there
and shops and homes and...

I don't doubt that.

What I'm telling you for
the 10th time is that

it couldn't have been
called hobb's end.

There never was, is, or
shall be any such place

by that name in
this state, ever.

I wanna see your supervisor!

If you could write
it, I'd publish it.

You don't believe it, do you?

Well, if I don't, what's
my option, that I'm crazy?

I'm not crazy.

Have you heard
the rumors that, uh,

cane's books have
affected certain readers?

Yeah, styles told me.

Styles.

Oh, that's the girl you say
I sent with you, that...

But I know I sent you off alone.

Why wouldn't I remember her?

Well...

Well, that's easy,
she was written out.

Written out? =yeah.

Look, do you think those books

somehow infected you?

Listen to me, harglow.

Everything I've said
is true, it's real.

And that's why I had to
destroy the last manuscript.

But I know that's not true.

What are you talking about?

You delivered that
manuscript to me months ago.

To me personally in this room.

- I did?
- Yes, you did, last spring.

For god's sakes, we
published in July.

The book's been in the
stores for seven weeks.

Have you read it?

No, I never read cane's work.

I haven't got the
stomach for it.

Pull it, don't distribute it.

Even if everything I've said
is totally looney tunes,

I know this book will
drive people crazy.

Well, let's hope so.

The movie comes out next month.

Oh, Christ.

The newest and
presumably posthumous work

of sutter cane continues
to sit at number one

on the best-seller list.

In the mouth of madness
is expected to break

all previous publishing records.

On the local scene, police
are at a loss to explain

the outbreak of violent crime
among the city's clergy.

The mayor has called
an emergency meeting

of law enforcement and
medical agencies to discuss

an apparent epidemic
of paranoid schizophrenia.

Just an unbelievably
horrible story, Bob.

What began locally
has now broken out

into a global epidemic.

An epidemic of monumental
proportions, of senseless,

seemingly unmotivated
acts of violence.

Like the book?

I love it.

Good.

Then this shouldn't
come as a surprise.

It's spreading out
there, isn't it?

Just because you
know the symptoms,

doesn't mean to say
your story's true.

It's cane's story.

And it'll spread with
each new reader, that's,

how it gets its power.

What about the
people who don't read?

There's a movie.

Oh, yes, of course.

I'm gonna leave now,
but I'll be coming back.

I promise.

I want to help you.

There's no hurry,
it's safer in here now.

It'll get worse out there.

Why?

Every species can
smell its own extinction.

The last ones left won't
have a pretty time of it.

And in 10 years, maybe less...

The human race will just be a...

Bedtime story for
their children.

A myth.

Nothing more.

Did he have anything to say?

No, it was useless.

He thinks he's fiction,

and that sutter cane's
causing the epidemic.

Do you read sutter cane?

I'll try to continue
this emergency

broadcast as long as
we can hold out here.

The city is almost
completely deserted now.

There are only a few
stragglers left on the streets.

No emergency services.

The fires continue to
burn out of control.

This incredible epidemic
of random mass killing

has spread to every country
in the civilized world.

Every hour, more people
are becoming infected,

being driven to senseless
acts of extreme violence.

Now, we have gotten
reports, sketchy at best,

of people mutating, their
bodies swelling and distorting,

changing somehow.

Locally, the mass killings
appear to have moved inland.

All the major cities on
the east coast are silent.

We lost contact with Los Angeles

and the west coast last night.

So it's impossible
at this time to know

how many unaffected
people are left.

If, for any reason, you are

one of us who hasn't
become infected,

take shelter immediately.

Do not trust any friends
or family members.

I repeat, do not...

Go on, you go in, get in there!

No, no, no!

No, wait, wait.

I'm sorry about the balls. It
was a lucky shot, that's all!

Wait!

I'm not insane.

Do you hear me?

I'm not insane!

Relax, buddy.

You're awake now.

This is not a sutter cane
story, this is not reality!

Not reality, not reality!

This is reality.

Hear that? Reality.

Not reality, reality!

=