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(latch clunks)
(door creaks)

(dogs bark in distance)

(door creaks)

(door thuds)

(d0gs bark)

(door creaks)

(dogs bark in distance)

(coat thuds)
(eerie music)

(hinge squeaks)

(door creaks)

(lock clicks)

- [Boy] You're trapped in,
Alan. You're trapped in.

Heh, let's see ya get outta that!

(door creaks)

(door clunks)

- Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

(Alan gasps)

(horrific music)

(telephone rings)

(Alan gasps)

(Alan exhales)

Hello?

- [Agent] Professor Whitmore, I'm phoning

on behalf of Reverend Bradley,
the Reverend Ian Bradley.

- Uh, Reverend Bradley, yeah?

I thought our appointment
wasn't for another four days.

- [Agent] But something's come up,

and the committee would like
to see you soon as possible,

right now, in fact, if it's convenient.

- Uh, I'm afraid I have a
class to teach this morning.

- [Agent] That's not a problem.

I've had a word with Chancellor Hubbard,

and he's arranged for a substitute.

We want you to get the lntextus
Project off as fast you can.

- All right, if you say so.

I'll see you later. Bye-bye.

' [Agent] Bye.

(telephone clacks)
(birds tweet)

- Good morning, Professor Whitmore.

- Good morning.

- [Alan] Morning. (chuckles)

(engine wheezes)

(engine growls)

(engine rumbles)

(engine whirs)

(radio murmurs)

(light swing music)

(fountain spatters)

(shoe squeaks)

(elevator whirs)

(shoe squeaks)

(latch clunks)

Gentlemen.

- Good morning, Professor Whitmore.

- Chancellor Hubbard.

- You are, of course,
aware, Professor Whitmore,

how significant the Intextus
Project is to our university.

As you know, Professor
Roth in Hungary, Budapest,

has been giving us the
most tangible answers

to our research.

- Uh, more so than from the researchers

in our contact cities.

- However, for the past two months,

just when it seemed we were
about to get the final point,

all communication stopped.

- (tuts) I know. He hasn't
answered my letters.

- And our calls. We're getting impatient.

Except for Roth's, all
other reports are in.

- Whitmore, it goes without saying

that this project must
be kept absolutely secret,

to avoid speculation

before we have all the answers.

You are one of the young professors

in whom we put our trust.

- You're also the
coordinator of the project,

and you have the background.

That's why we're sending you.

- Uh, we'll take care of
all your travel expenses,

too, of course.

- Travel?

- We want you to go to Budapest.

You're the only one with the understanding

of Roth and his researches.

- We must complete this project

as soon as possible.

If only you knew how
important this really is.

- Well, of course I know
how important it is.

All right... I'll go.

What exactly do you need me to do?

- Reestablish contact with Roth,

and bring back everything
he has collected.

We were able to establish
contact with his assistant,

who will be waiting
for you at the airport.

- And here is a letter from
me to be given to Roth.

There's a lot of responsibility
attached to this trip.

Professor Whitmore, the
institution and myself

will be very grateful to you.

You understand what I mean? Very grateful.

- Okay, gentlemen.

Chancellor Hubbard.

(door clunks)

- [Frank] Seems like a guy
who can handle the risk.

- He's naive to the situation.

- It's better for us.
(gloomy music)

- Perhaps we should've
told him everything.

(romantic, sweeping music)

(engine growls)

- You're one of Professor
Roth's assistants?

- I only deal with the
mail and other odd jobs.

- (chuckles) Like doing the driving?

- Only when an important person arrives.

- [Alan] (chuckles) Not so important.

- [Genevieve] Don't be so modest.

(traffic hums)

(horn honks)

(engine growls)

- [Alan] Do you also
collaborate in his research?

(horn toots)

- I'd love to, yet the
professor is so reserved.

If you only knew.

Your letters have a great
effect on Professor Roth.

He always awaits them anxiously.

- I don't know about that.
He never answers them.

(engine buzzes)

(engine rumbles)

(engine rumbles)

(brakes squeak)

- That's Professor Roth's house there.

(engine purrs)

(curtain rustles)

- Aren't you coming with me?

- Professor Roth is waiting for you.

We'll see each other later, no doubt.

I'll come and pick you up and
take you to your hotel, okay?

_ OkaY-

(door clunks)

- Goodbye.
(engine growls)

(tense music)

(swing creaks)
(haunting music)

(swing squeaks)

(door knocks)

(music stops)
(door knocks)

(switch clicks)

(latch clicks)
(door creaks)

- Professor Whitmore, I presume.

- [Alan] Yes.

- Celia Roth. Please, come in.

(door creaks)

(door clunks)

Professor Whitmore, I feel

I should tell you

that my husband might tell you

some strange things.

You see...

- Tell me.

- Please don't take any notice.

Uh, don't attach too
much importance to it.

- Mrs. Roth, what is it?

- Leo just had a serious
nervous breakdown,

and work has become very
hard and tiring for him.

- [Alan] I'm sorry.
I didn't know that.

Maybe I can be of some help.

I don't want to to think that
all his efforts will be wasted.

- I'm sorry, Professor Whitmore.

I fear you made
this trip for nothing.

Don't stay too long.

Seeing people excites him but tires him.

Please.

- Thank you.

(latch clicks)

Hello, Professor Roth. I'm Alan Whitmore.

I thought you were expecting me.

- Who is going to prove to me

that you really are who you say you are?

- I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I see. This is a letter
from Chancellor Hubbard.

It's for you. Please.

I'm the coordinator of
the lntextus Project.

We've already received the reports

from Heidelberg, Bombay, and Cairo,

but some people are not so
prompt in conveying the results

of their investigations.

Local objective difficulties, I guess.

- Or subjective.

Leo, don't forget you have
to have your injection soon.

(heavy footfalls)
(door creaks)

- Professor Roth, your
first communications to us

were of great importance.

Chancellor Hubbard was very enthusiastic

about the wealth of documentation here,

but we can't understand why it stopped.

(latch clicks)

(lock clicks)

Professor Roth.

- Go on. Continue talking.

- I've planned on staying two weeks,

hoping that'll be enough
to complete the study.

Professor Roth, you never told us

where you got your material from.

(mechanism whirs)

(bell pings)

You have to understand
how important this is.

- Listen to me. Hide this quickly.

Hide it quickly.

Here you'll find the
fundamental indications.

Be very careful.

Don't say a word to anybody.

- I'll look at it later.

(telephone clacks)
- No.

- But why don't you tell
me now what's happening.

- Because, Whitmore, this
business is extremely dangerous.

I can't explain it to you right now,

but try and come back
this evening alone.

Make sure nobody is following you.

I'm cons--

(glass clatters)

(rolling object rumbles)

(eerie music)

(swing squeaks)

- The...

- I told you he was strange.
(music stops)

I apologize on his behalf.

Do you understand now?

We've got to keep him quiet.

Please go, Professor Whitmore.

You can't be of any help here.

When my husband feels better,

then maybe you will be
able to see him again.

- I'll come back after dinner.

Then I'll make a decision.

- Do as you wish. I warned you.

(footsteps clop)

(wind murmurs)

(curtain rustles)

(approaching footsteps)

- Professor Whitmore.

I've already left your
suitcase at the hotel.

It's just around the corner.

Come with me.

I'm terribly worried about the professor.

His crises are more and more frequent.

He can spend days without speaking

and fall into the deepest depression.

Often, he has a real

persecution paranoia.
- So what do I do now?

- You're not interested in the
professor's health, are you?

I'm sorry, Professor Whitmore.

- It's Alan. Please call me Alan.

And don't excuse yourself.
It's just that I'm frustrated.

There was so much I was hoping to learn.

- This is your hotel,

and I just live over there.

(latch clunks)

(door creaks)

(footsteps clop)

(door creaks)

(door clacks)

(latch clunks)

(door creaks)

(door thuds)

(door clunks)

(guest coughs)

(cat meows)

Good afternoon, Mrs. Kuhn.

This is Professor Whitmore.

- Ah, you're Professor Roth's guest.

- N0, I'm not his guest.

I'll take care of my bill, thank you.

- Your room is ready.
(cat meows)

Second floor, shh, internal courtyard.

It's very quiet.

How long do you expect
to be staying with us?

- I haven't decided yet.

- [Genevieve] You must be
feeling tired after your flight.

I'll leave you now,

but if you want to see Budapest,

I'd be only too happy to show you around.

(guest coughs)

- I'll see you anyway
at Professor Roth's.

Thanks.

(keys jangle)

Thank you.

- Professor,

where do you come from?
(door clacks)

- Dallas.

- Oh, what a fascinating city.

I'm planning to go there very soon.

(keys jangle)
- You'll enjoy it.

(cat whines)

(cat grumbles)

(slow, pensive music)

"l've found the sarcophagus.

The inscription says, '(speaks
in foreign language),'

'I'm the urn that belongs to the weavers.'

There's no time left.
They've entered my mind.

They prevent me from continuing.

The great cobweb is closing every passage.

It's a labyrinth without exit."

"Polgar Moricz."

(slow, pensive music)

Mrs. Kuhn? Could you phone
Professor Roth, please?

Thanks, I'll hold on.

It's busy? Okay-

Please try again.

It's important. Thanks.

(telephone clacks)

(thunder crashes)
(music stops)

(telephone rings)

(rain murmurs)

(thunder booms)

Yes? Still busy.

Okay, thanks anyhow.

(telephone clacks)

(thunder crashes)

- Close all windows.

There's a thunderstorm coming.

Make sure there's no laundry outside.

Professor, where are you
going in this weather?

- Professor Roth is expecting me.

- But we serve dinner in half an hour.

I'll try to call again.

There's no need to go out.

- Don't worry about me.

- Professor Whitmore...

- Maria, I told you to check the laundry.

- [Maria] Everything is all right, madam.

(rain spatters)
(wind rumbles)

- [Alan] Damn.

(thunder crashes)

- Psst.

(puddle sloshes)

Please, I want to save you.

Uh, uh...

Listen to me!

I'm not crazy.

You must leave this place immediately.

Maybe you're still in time,

but you have to escape this very night.

- What the hell do you want?

- If you don't listen to me soon,

you won't be able to go anywhere.

Please! You'll be trapped here.

They, they, they'll
let you go for a while,

but then they'll get you.

You'll be back like a...

You'll be back, sucked into the vortex!

Don't you understand?

You try to get out,

and suddenly the center
attracts you, sucks you in,

and doesn't let go of you anymore.

- You're crazy, man.

- You'll make a big mistake
not to listen to me.

You're in great danger,
Professor Whitmore!

(dreadful music)

(music fades)

- Where do you think you're going?

- I'm a colleague of Professor Roth.

I've an appointment with him.

- So come with me.

Commissioner Blasco, this man
is looking for Professor Roth.

- Who are you?

- Alan Whitmore, a
colleague of the professor.

I'm an American citizen.

- When did you arrive?

- [Alan] This afternoon.

- Have you got your passport with you?

- I don't know, maybe.

Here it is.

What happened? Where's the professor?

I was just here this afternoon.

- What is the purpose of your visit?

(door creaks)

(door creaks)

- Why all these questions?

Would you please tell
me what's happening?

- After you've answered my question.

- I'm a professor of Oriental languages

at Rudmore University.

At the moment, I'm coordinating
an international project

on which Professor Roth is also working.

- [Blasco] Follow me.

(nervous music)

(shutter snaps)

(suspenseful music)

(shutter snaps)

Miss Weiss, you confirm
this man is a colleague

of the professor?

- Sure, I took him here myself.

- Where's the professor's wife?

- What wife?

- Mrs. Roth.

(shutter snaps)

- The professor's not married.

(shutter snaps)

- There was a woman here this afternoon.

She said she was the professor's wife.

She said she had to give him injections.

- Go on.
- She left us alone.

The professor seemed
worried. I didn't get it...

I didn't get what he wanted to say.

Then a ball, a black
ball, as big as a fist,

it came through that win--

It came through this window here.

It came through here.

- Calm down, Professor.

We'll clarify everything.

- Okay. What about my passport?

- There's no hurry.

(passport pats)

Anyway, you're staying a little
while longer, aren't you?

(footsteps clop)

- It wasn't paranoia.

Roth was actually threatened,

and you knew nothing about it?

- No, of course not.

He was just depressed.

- Look, I feel I'm in the middle

of a situation I don't even understand.

I'm even starting to doubt
what I've seen. (sighs)

Look, I think we both need
something strong. Come on.

(tableware clacks)

- How is it possible?

Who could hate him that much?

But you saw him. You spoke to him.

You must have felt something.

- I didn't see him for
more than a few minutes.

(hinge squeaks)

- But the police...

What do the police say?

- The house is a mess,

but according to Commissioner Blasco,

they didn't steal anything.

There was a jewel case and a lot of cash

in one of the drawers in the studio,

but apparently everything is in its place

except for books and papers.

- But didn't you notice anything
strange in his behavior?

Didn't he confide anything to you?

- He was scared, awfully scared.

(tableware clacks)

- Anyway, isn't it strange
that just as you arrived...

You must be upset.

(hinge squeals)

May I offer you a liqueur?

- Thanks. I do need something strong.

- I need something strong,
and a lot of it.

- Don't pay too much
attention to Mrs. Kuhn.

I don't think she wants to insinuate--

" No?

Fortunately, when the murder occurred,

I was here in the hotel.

Otherwise, I might be a suspect.

(hinge squeals)

- Go to him.

- Mrs. Kuhn is of little importance,

and I don't think the police
doubt your assertions.

- What about you?

(tableware clacks)

- Certainly not.

- Yeah?

(crockery clacks)

- From your letter to Professor Roth,

I had formed a completely
different idea of you.

- You seem disillusioned.

- I didn't mean that.

On the contrary, you have
been a pleasant surprise.

I appreciate your
reservedness. I understand.

Try to understand me.

I feel very guilty for what
happened to Professor Roth.

I would like you not to
keep secrets from me,

no important secrets.

I would like to be able to do something.

(cutlery clacks)

Maybe they were looking

for something that had
to do with the research,

don't you think?

- Maybe.

- You don't want to talk to me about it?

- It's not a secret.

Many scientists scattered
all over the world

work on the Intextus Project.

It's difficult to imagine
there could be murders

for some inscriptions back
the third millennium BC.

- Professor Roth must have discovered

something particularly important.

(tableware clacks)

(drink burbles)

- In any case, it would be a discovery

of pure scientific value.

No, something far more
complicated in this murder.

- It was only a guess.

You really don't want me to help you?

(tableware clacks)

- On the contrary,

I think I badly need you, Miss Weiss.

- [Genevieve] Genevieve.

- Sure, Genevieve.

(latch clicks)
(door creaks)

(key ring rattles)

(switch clicks)

(door creaks)
(key ring rattles)

(keys jangle)
(door clunks)

(keys jangle)

(paper rustles)

(mysterious music)

(handle creaks)

(tense music)

- Professor Whitmore.

- Yes? What do you want?

- Please, don't speak loudly.

If they find out I'm
here, it's the end for me.

- I don't understand. Do you need to--

- Listen, you must believe me.

There is no time to explain.

If you have any good sense,

you better pack your bags
and leave as soon as you can.

There are unscrupulous people here,

people that don't make mistakes.

- If you have something to tell me,

you better make it
more clear. Otherwise--

- You don't have the least
idea of what awaits you.

I'm really afraid for you.

Take my advice, Professor Whitmore.

(shoulder thuds)
(Maria gasps)

- Maria,
(door clacks)

what are you doing here?

- I brought some clean towels.

- Professor, you look tense.

It's understandable. Sleep.

Try to sleep.

- I'll do that. Thanks.

(door creaks)

(latch clacks)
(door clacks)

(footsteps clop)

(cat meows)

(Maria gasps)

(cat sniffs)

(cat meows)

(cat meows)

(fur rustles)
(suspenseful music)

(ball clatters)

(mysterious music)

(wind blows)

(ball bloops)

(brooding music)

(brooding music continues)

- "Polgar Moricz."

(switch clicks)

(door creaks)

(thunder cracks)

(window bangs)

(sighs) on.

(Alan huffs)

(bewitching music)

(thunder crashes)

- [Leo] Maria... Maria!

- Professor Whitmore?

Professor Whitmore?

(wood scrapes)

(curtain tweets)

(screams)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

No, no! (screaming) No!

(clock ticks)

(screaming in distance)

No! No! No!

(screaming)

(music stops)

(room booms)
(screaming)

(fabric tearing)
(screaming)

(switch clicks)
(screaming in distance)

(screaming)

(curtain tears)
(screaming)

(knife scrapes)

- Ah!

(curtain tears)

(demonic screeching)
(suspenseful music)

(demonic screeching)

(dull thud)
(gurgling)

(wind murmurs)

(Celia rasps)

(Celia croaks)

(Celia squeals)

(footsteps clop)

(thunder rumbles)

(footsteps clop)

(floor clacks)

(latch clicks)

(hinge squeaks)

- [Kuhn] Were you looking for something?

- Mrs. Kuhn! I was woken up by screams.

- Screams?

- I thought they came from up here.

- You must be mistaken.

This is my son's room.

He died many years ago.

I never wanted anybody
to stay in this room.

It is like a shrine
for me. You understand?

- Mrs. Kuhn, I tell you I heard screams.

- You're looking at this sign.

I did it at that time.

I was overwhelmed by sorrow.

A mother can't come to terms

with the idea that she's losing her child.

I locked myself in this
room and I decided to...

The sun used to come
in through the window.

There was a window there.
I had it walled up.

From the garden came a spring fragrance.

You could hear children's voices,

while they were playing.

I didn't do it.

I only made a nasty cut.

One gets attached even to scars.

- I think I understand.

Did you never find comfort in faith?

- My son is still part of myself,

even if now he's in the eternal darkness.

- No, Mrs. Kuhn, I meant

maybe it would be more comforting

for you to have faith and belief in God.

Why not consider light
instead of darkness?

- What are you saying, professor?

There's no God.

There's no light. There's nothing.

Leave me alone. Please.

- [Alan] Goodnight, Mrs. Kuhn.

(door creaks)

(door clacks)

(mysterious music)

(door creaks)

(water burbles)

(water sloshes)

(water splashes)

- [Genevieve] Hmm.

- Last night, I was woken up by
screams coming from upstairs.

When I went upstairs,
I found Mrs. Kuhn

in a small room without windows.

She had them walled up.

- Yes? So what?

- She was depressed.

She talked about a dead
child. She almost got angry.

- I feel sorry for Mrs. Kuhn.

A mysterious story's told about her,

a child that disappeared...
maybe killed.

It was never clear what happened.

You promised you would tell
me about your research, Alan.

Remember?

- [Alan] We're studying
a very old religion,

different people far away from each other

that worship the same divinities.

Like an enormous cobweb,

they seem connected to each other.

- [Genevieve] "lntextus," in Latin,

means "interlacing" or
"weaving," doesn't it?

- [Alan] Yes. Why do you ask me?

- [Genevieve] Because
Professor Roth often spoke

of a cobweb, big cobweb,

and I don't think it
was a mere expression.

He referred to something real.

He also spoke of an object,

a sacred object.

He never mentioned it to you?

- [Alan] Do you think that's it?

- Roth gave you these pictures?

- Yes. Look on the back.

(picture rustles)

"Polgar Moricz."

Does that name mean anything to you?

- He's an antique dealer.

(engine rumbles)

(people chatter indistinctly)

I don't see it.

(engine whirs)

(engine growls)

(brakes squeak)

(engine growls)

(handbrake scrapes)

Yes... Wait.

I know they were in
contact with each other.

Then something happened between them.

I don't know what.

I think they quarreled.

- What sort of relationship did they have?

- Roth used to buy from Polgar Moricz

antique objects and books.

- [Alan] Where is his place?

- Intaski Road.

(latch clicks)

It's not difficult to find.

(door clunks)

Do you want to go there now?

- Yes.

- [Genevieve] You take the
second road on the right.

- [Alan] Second on the right.

- Then the first on the left,

and at the end of it,
there is a small road.

The shop sign is visible.

- Good morning, Mr. Whitmore.

- Good morning.

- [Blasco] Hmm.

(footsteps clop)

- Wait.

(keys jangle)

It will take you five minutes by car.

- Thanks, but I think I need to go by my--

- Don't say anything. I know everything.

If there is one thing one must avoid,

it's to follow closely a scholar

when he's found a track.

(Alan chuckles)

- Thanks.

(handbrake clunks)

(engine growls)

(engine purrs)

(imperious music)

(engine growls)

(engine purrs)

(engine growls)

(gear stick clunks)

(engine growls)

Excuse me, I'm trying
to find the antique shop

of Polgar Moricz.

- Uh, yes, so, first two times
to the left, please,

then to the right,

then once again to the left.

- Good. Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.
(engine purrs)

(mysterious music)

(engine buzzes)

(engine whirs)

(engine rumbles)

(engine purrs)

(engine roars)

(engine growls)

(latch clicks)

(door clunks)

(wind murmurs)

(engine rumbles)

(wind whistles)

(latch clicks)

(door rattles)

(leaves rustle)

- I have to take the second on the right.

That's where I made my mistake.

Then right again, and I
should find the street.

(engine whirs)

(mysterious music)

(engine growls)

(hand slaps)

(wind whistles)

No! (huffs)

(map clacks)

I took the second on the right.

Then I went right again.

I don't get it.

(map rustles)

It's not possible. Hey!

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, wait a minute!
Hey, please!

(wind whistles)

(music stops)

(wind murmurs)

(Sign squeaks)

(latch clicks)

(hinge squeaks)

(bell rings)

(door creaks)

(door clunks)

(book thuds)

(book clunks)

(ball squeaks)
(floor rumbles)

(ball squelches)

(demonic screeching)

(suspenseful music)

(Celia caws)

(glass clatters)

(man screams)

(glass smashes)

(Celia squawks)

(statuette clangs)

(face bangs)

(door booms)

(Celia croaks)

(Celia roars)

(man screams)

(Sign squeaks)

(door squeaks)
(latch clunks)

(door creaks)

(door clunks)
(eerie music)

(door creaks)

(glasses clack)

(nervous music)

(Celia croaks)

(man screams)
(door bangs)

(blood squelches)
(Celia croaks)

(door creaks)

(bell rings)

(door creaks)

(bell rings)

(door clunks)

- ls anybody here?

Mr. Moricz?

Mr. Moricz?

(Alan gasps)

(curtain rustles)

(mysterious music)

(door creaks)

(hinge squeals)

(door clunks)

(Alan gasps)

(spider rustles)

(latch clunks)

(hinges squeak)

- Don't be afraid. I'm here to help you.

Quick, Professor Whitmore, quick!

You have to trust me now.

You have no choice.

Perhaps there's still a way
out, a possibility to escape.

But we must hurry. Come on!

(water sloshes)

The religion you're investigating
is by no means extinct.

The practices have survived
the centuries in secret.

Today in the city, tomorrow
all over the world,

the rats and their followers are growing.

Contagion is spreading.

Roth called them the Weavers.

They christen men in
the labyrinth of death.

They penetrate their minds
until they're no longer human.

They learn to serve their
cruel and horrible divinities.

- So Roth was killed because
he discovered the existence

of their sect.

- Oh, much more than that.

He discovered that their gods are no myths

but they are living creatures, real.

Their names have been inscribed

on that tablet that you found.

Ah, let's go.

(gate clacks)

(gate creaks)

This is where I live.

I've left a way of escape
open. It's through there.

Do you see? Sewer tunnels.

I only hope it's not too late.

- [Alan] What do you
mean? They're after me?

- You have the tablet.

They don't want the names
of their gods to be known.

Listen.

When you're out of here,

be very careful of whoever
you meet on your voyage.

And even afterwards,
when you're in America,

you'll recognize the Weavers

by a sign they have on their wrists:

a white scar in the form of a spider.

Now, go. Go quickly.

I'll make sure none of them follows you.

- Why haven't they killed me so far?

- Because they want to use you

and make you become one of them.

- Why are you doing this?

Escape, too. They could kill you.

- They will, sooner or later.

My life now is here.

I have to stay here and save others.

(water dripping)

God bless you, Alan Whitmore.

(melancholic music)

Hmm. (sighs)

(demonic screeching)

(Celia croaks)

(water spatters)
(water sloshes)

(Maria clunks)

(bone clunks)

(gasps)

(water splashes)

(water sloshes)

(menacing music)

(bat chirps)

(Celia croaks)

- All right. Here I am!

What are you waiting for?

I'm not afraid.

(Celia croaks)

(Celia rasps)

(ball squelches)
(ground rumbles)

(ball gmgs)

(ball cracks)

(spider rustles)

(shell squelches)

We'll be the ones who'll win.

- [Celia] Ah.

- In the end.

(man croaks)

(screech)

(chest bangs)

(Celia rasps)

(Celia croaks)

(water drips)

- No.

No!

(suspenseful music)

(ladder clacks)

(grate clangs)
(music fades)

(engine whirs)

Stop. Stop!

(tires screech)

(latch clunks)

Blasco, thank God.

- You should have remained at our disposal

and not gone off on your own.

(Alan huffs)

(door clunks)

(engine purrs)

(tires squeak)

(engine murmurs)

(engine whirs)

(engine growls)

- If you, if you hadn't come,

they would've gotten me, too.

(engine murmurs)

Polgar Moricz, they killed him.

They're a sect of killers,

and they're all in this district.

- You are crazy.

- I'm in danger.

We're all in danger!

(Stroffs)

- Now you have to believe me.

Look. This tablet...

This tablet is proof of what I'm saying.

(dreadful music)

Ah!
(suspenseful music)

(tires squeal)

(fist bangs)

(door clacks)

(gut thuds)

(tires screech)

(puddle sloshes)

(door clunks)

(music stops)

(puddle sloshes)

(puddle sloshes)

Ah! (pants)

(menacing music)

Hmm.

(latch clicks)
(door creaks)

(footsteps clop)

Oh. (chuckles)

(Alan wheezes)

(door creaks)

Genevieve? Genevieve?

(door clacks)

Genevieve. Genevieve,
it's me, Alan.

(sighs)

(sparse music)

(suspenseful music)

(bewitching music)

(mysterious music)

Genevieve? Genevieve?

Genevieve. Genevieve?

Genevieve, what's wrong?
What, what happened?

- [Celia] Ah.

(jittery music)

(Cefia gurgles)

(demonic screeching)

(punch thuds)

(punch smacks)

(kick clacks)

(demonic screeching)
(wall thuds)

(head booms)

(couch bangs)

(screeching)

(bottle smashes)

(hand thuds)

(screech)
(neck bangs)

(Celia wheezes)

(Celia screeches)

- [Alan] Ah!

(screech)

(head thuds)
- Ah!

(floor clunks)
(screech)

- Umm
(statuette clacks)

(Celia caws)

(head booms)
(Celia roars)

(floor clunks)

(face bangs)
(Celia screeches)

(Celia croaks)

(Cefia gurgles)

(screech)

(glass smashes)

(glass clatters)

(Celia croaks)

(Celia roars)

Grrr.
- Argh.

(Celia screeches)

(Celia squeaks)

(Celia squeaks)

(blood trickles)

(Cefia gurgles)

(door creaks)

- [Genevieve] Come, Alan. Come.

Now you know the taste of blood.

You're ready. You killed.

We are you. We are you.

(tragic music)

Come, Alan. Come.

(door creaks)

(door bangs)

(door clacks)
There is a point

where the end and the beginning coincide.

(door creaks)

There's nothing around
you, only emptiness,

and you fall.

You fall into absolute emptiness,

hanging only by a thin thread,

like the spider's web.

(ball gmgs)

(ball booms)
(ball squelches)

You have been chosen, Alan,
and your task is great.

The world doesn't have to know about us,

and you'll spread our seed

so that the cobweb will become bigger.

(mysterious music)

Quiet.

Come with me.

Don't be afraid.

Trust me, Alan.

Trust me.

(panting)

Genevieve? Genevieve!

- Nobody has to know,
Alan. Nobody.

The god's name cannot be known.

(mysterious music)

(creaking)

(mysterious music builds)

(flesh tears)

Ah!

(plupking, popping)

Genevieve!

(creaking)

(mysterious music)

(beastly cry)

(creaking)

(creaking, crying)

(spider baby creaks)

fleafing)

(spider baby cries)

fleafing)

(spider baby cries, croaks)

fleafing)

(spider baby cries)

(spider baby croaks, cries)

(spider baby croaks)

(spider baby creaks)

(popping, snapping)

(blood trickles)

(spider baby cries)

(spider baby groans)

(Alan screams)

(Alan screams)

(spider baby croaks)

(wound squelches)
(Alan screams)

(Alan screams)

(Alafl pants)

(engine murmurs)

(brakes squeak)

(door clunks)
(fountain splashes)

(door clunks)

(handle clicks)

- Professor Whitmore.

- Good morning.

- Good morning. It's
good to have you back.

- [Alan] Thank you.

- Yeah.
- Chancellor Hubbard.

- Frank.
- Alan.

- We received your cable.
Exactly what happened?

- Well, I'm sorry to
disappoint you, gentlemen,

but after Roth's death, I was
unable to complete the work.

I tried to follow through on the research,

but I found no answers.

- Well, Professor, I think
we've found the answers.

- The day after you left,

a registered letter arrived from Budapest.

It was from Roth.

It was full of Polaroids of a tablet,

taken from every possible angle.

Now that you're back,

we feel sure that you'll be
able to tell us the meaning

of the scribbles on that tablet.

- A tablet... That's fantastic!

And to find something here

after all I went through in Budapest.

- Excuse me. Let me go
and get the Polaroids

for you to look at.

- Now, tell us what happened in Budapest.

What happened to Roth?

(latch clicks)

(lock squeaks)

(keys clink)

(drawer clicks)

(drawer clacks)
(lock squeaks)

- I have the...

(horn honks)

(shadowy music)

(latch clicks)

Oh my...

Oh, my God.

(Alan croaks)

(Alan screeches)
(catastrophic music)

(suspenseful music)