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Beyond fear.

Beyond your wildest nightmares.

Russell, how
good to see you again.

Dad, I got something big!

Holy shit!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Fuck!

Hurry!

I think it's a body.

That's a body, yeah.

You got his arm?

Pull him up.

- Think he's gonna be okay?
- I don't know.

Alright, let's get him back to camp.

- Okay.
- Alright.

Get him under the arm.

Alright, let's go.

Well?

I don't feel a pulse.

I think he's gone.

Oh, God, no.

Jesus!

Where am I?

We just pulled you
out of the Arroyo Seco.

Holy shit, mister!

We thought you were dead.

Where's the water?

Are we close to the water?

It's okay.

You're safe.

We're a ways away.

What happened to you?

I was in a house.

Where?

Ventura.

Solar Beach colony.

She stabbed me.

Who stabbed you?

A woman.

She killed it.

What?

Solar Beach, huh?

Could he have really drifted
that far from the ocean?

It's possible.

I should be under the sea.

In R'lyeh.

What?

Nothing.

Who are you?

I'm Dan Gordon.

This is my son Gideon,
and this is our campsite.

Campsite?

Yeah, I mean, we get
out here every weekend,

do a little fishing.

Who are you?

My name is Russell Marsh.

I was born in 1865.

I was taken prisoner by the light.

September 7, 1930.

I was 65 years old, captaining the chase.

A 38-footer with a three-ton
cargo of canned clams,

and coal.

I departed Kodiak on Kodiak Island.

I bound for Seward when I saw the light.

Look, Mr. Marsh, you
aren't making any sense.

You're hurt.

You're probably in deep shock.

I mean, you said you were born in 1865.

You know, you don't look
155 years old to me.

Yeah, you're not thinking clear.

The great Old Ones.

They're immortal.

I didn't age because
they were inside of me.

They'll kill us all when they get here.

We have to leave, now.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Call for an ambulance.

- No!
- Okay, all right, alright.

Lead us out of here
as far from the water,

as from the water as you can.

You'll drop me off at
some dry land, please.

Okay.

Keep him here.

Keep him here.

I'll go for help, okay?

- They're coming.
- Nice and calm.

Nice and calm.

We gotta go.

Yeah, yeah, he is...

Sure thing, Mr. Marsh.

Gideon.

Get Russell some dry clothes here

before he freezes to death.

I'm gonna go get my Jeep.

Uh, I'll bring it closer so you don't have

to hike too far with that gash.

Hurry!

I'm going.

I'm going.

All right, look, Russell,
I got some clothes for you.

You can change back there.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.
No problem.

All right, just, I'll be out here.

Yeah, hi.

Um, goddamn rain.

Um, my name is Dan Gordon.

I need an ambulance.

My son and I, yeah, hello?

Shit.

You're breaking up.

You're breaking up.

Can you hear me?

We pull a man out of the river and, ah!

Dad?

Dad!

Run, Gideon, run!

Come to me, vessel of Old Ones.

The Old One is dead.

That is not dead, which can eternal lie.

And with strange eons, even death may die.

I remember seeing beneath as
far as vision could explore.

But now my mind, my
body, are mine once more.

Take him home.

Wait a second.

Hey, hey, it killed my dad.

What the hell was it?

The species of ocean-dwelling humanoids.

The Deep Ones.

Deep, deep, species?

The cult gave them women to mate with

in exchange for riches.

This, this is how you're talking

about monsters and oceans?

All right, all right, help me.

Okay.

Give me your knife.

What for?

The only way to kill
an Old One is with bone.

Your gonna cut that thing up?

We need a couple of ribs and the head.

This is a fucking living nightmare, man.

We survive nightmares.

Okay, wait, so what's an Old One anyway?

The great Old Ones were
here ages before mankind,

before man came to this young world.

Listen to me.

This body holds secrets, to
dreams, to us, to destroy a cult

which once thought it would never die.

You all right, kid?

I thought,
you, you said it was dead.

It appears I was wrong.

It's dead now.

You sure?

Yes.

I can sense Finley.

Okay, so you can sense a Finley,

but you can't sense if
that thing is still alive.

This is new to me.

I sense what I sense.

Okay, excuse me.

I didn't know.

I can hypnotize
you if you want and, you know,

it won't be so bad.

No, nope.

Thank you.

I'm fine.

You're a good kid, kid.

We may need this.

Where's that other freakin' rib?

There it is.

In case it gets inside of me again.

Now the head.

It's coming.

It's coming.

Jesus.

Where's the car?

Let's vamos.

All right, come on.

Come on!

Pick up the pace.

The ocean's full of hybrids and Deep Ones.

More are gonna be coming for us.

You want to see your dad,
alive again, don't you?

What?

He's dead!

So was I.

Look at me now.

What are you talking about?

This can all be reversed.

You can see your father again.

You don't have to be so frantic.

I, I can be free.

Like none of this happened.

No, no, no, man.

This is all too fantastic.

I'm holding a rib.

I'm running from monsters.

Yeah, yeah, you ain't seen nothing yet.

How much further?

I mean, it should just be up the hill,

but why don't we call the police?

And tell them what?

Besides, they're
everywhere in every facet.

You open your mouth and you disappear.

The worst of it is you'll see the light.

What's the light?

Pray to God you'll never see it, kid.

Come on.

Nice car, kid.

Yeah, well, it was, it is my dad's.

It's yours now.

Yeah.

Mind getting that off of it?

All right, pop the trunk.

It's a hatch.

Whatever.

Come on, man.

You're really sick, you know that?

Nice hat.

Yeah.

Looks great.

Okay.

Where to?

Finley.

Okay.

Hey, Mr. Finley.

How's it going?

No rest for the wicked, Mr. Carter.

Don't I know it.

Good to see you again, Finley.

I thought I had felt you.

Yes.

Still a trace of that primordial ooze

coursing through my veins.

Apparently not enough.

Enough to do what has to be done.

It doesn't have to go this way, Russell.

Have a seat.

Was that necessary?

Most definitely.

For he who passes the
gateways always wins a shadow.

And never again can he be alone.

Let us reunite you with
your shadow, Mr. Marsh.

And your friend, of course.

Never, never, never, never.

See, time is fleeting, Mr. Finley.

And you're going to need to
answer some questions for me

that only a a great Old One can resolve.

I cannot help you on your quest.

I thought you would be stubborn.

You think that frightens me?

I will be leaving now.

Hold him.

All right, just relax, old man.

Lift his shirt up.

When the stars were right,

we could plunge from world
to world through the skies.

But when the stars were
wrong, we could not live.

No, okay, you know what?

Russell, he's stronger than he looks.

Yeah.

Yes, show Rayburn your fate.

Fate to all the Old
Ones that cross my path.

From his dark house in
the mighty city of R'lyeh,

under the waters, should rise

and bring the earth
again beneath his sway.

What is that?

The Old One.

Ah.

I'm free, free!

You can let him go.

Oh my God, I can't believe it.

Thank you, Russell.

Th...

I'm cut.

Just put some pressure on it.

Of course.

Oh, it's worth it.

Thank you, friend, heaven, thank you.

You too, both of you, thank
you for my freedom, my life.

- Okay.
- You're welcome.

Okay.

Now run.

Run!

Oh yes, yes.

I'm free!

I thought you said we
needed him to lead the way.

We have it right here.

Don't look in his eyes.

Help me!

There you are, Mr. Finley.

Help me!

Help me!

Where is Tillinghast?

Tillinghast resonator will not help you.

rejoin your time.

Your wife.

Your existence is over, Russell Marsh.

Your vessel is gone.

Your weak mind must answer.

Speak to me.

Don't look in his eyes.

Speak to me, Old One.

Speak to me.

You'll need the crawling chaos.

Ah, yes.

Nyarlathotep.

The crawling chaos.

We got it.

Come on, kid.

This is too overwhelming, man.

The crawling chaos.

Hey!

Hey!

Mr. Finley!

Hey, Mr. Finley!

Mr. Finley?

Mr. Finley?

Help me!

What in the holy heck?

What is-

Help me!

Let go!

What are you doing?

Let go!

What are you doing?

It's too late.

There's not enough left.

I am the authority of this yard.

And if you don't let me go right now,

I am gonna fuck you up, ugh.

He lives.

He lives.
I'm Finley.

Help me up.

Get me to my feet.

Help him up.

Help him up.

Guys, get him up.

Help me to my feet.

Lagrasse.

Old friend.

Old friend.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen to my new voice.

Yes.

Look.

Look at my new body.

Glorious.

Hail the Great Old One.

- Hail the Great Old One.
- Hail the Great Old One.

Glorious.

Glorious.

Hail the Great Old One.

Hail the Glorious.

Hail the Great Old One.

Hail the Great Old One.

- Hail the Great Old One.
- Hail the Great Old One.

- What's going on-
- Shut up!

We must go.

We must go.

To Naya.

To Naya-
What?

No!

Hotep!

Yes, let's go.

Nyarlathotep!

Nyarlathotep!

Nyarlathotep!

Emily?

Russell?

Emily.

Why did you leave me?

It took me away.

The light.

It lived inside me for a lifetime.

Committing unearthly sins.

I died alone, in darkness waiting.

I'm crossing an ocean of time.

Beyond the bounds of infinity for you.

In his house, dead
Cthulhu waits dreaming.

Emily.

Dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

Emily.

- What is it?
- Huh?

Nowhere to go.

Nowhere to hide.

His essence within resides.

- Emily.
- Jesus, Russell.

What is it?

Stop.

Where are we?

We're about 20 miles from Castaic.

That's where you wanted to go, right?

Yeah.

Man, you were you were out like a light.

Starting to feel these
century old bones, I guess.

Any place for food?

I mean, yeah, it should be up ahead.

Good.

Who's Emily?

My wife.

I see her in my dreams.

Those eyes, voice, touch.

Can't imagine the torture
being without her.

My solace is in the 90 years of my dreams,

knowing that one day
I'm going to rejoin her.

Listen, I mean, when my mom died, my dad

and I became really close.

Hell, during my whole childhood,

I said maybe 10 words to the man.

Now we're inseparable.

So I can't really
comprehend that he's gone.

I never even told him that I loved him.

He can't be dead.

That's why I must believe
with all my heart,

as fantastic as all this may seem,

that we'll be able to do what you say

and bring him back, right?

Must believe that, right?

Yeah.

There we go.

Got fries.

You got apple pie and ice cream?

Um, I got to check.

I think we ran out of apple pie, but-

Cherry pie?

Come on, you didn't earn cherry pie.

I like cherry pie.

Hmm.

Hey, uh, what's with the tattoo?

If I had a nickel for every time-

Why do horses chew
with their mouths open?

Because they have bad stable manners.

Seriously, you see
someone with one of these,

run.

Hey.

Them folks okay?

You know, you keep
keeping me on till six,

I'm going to fucking quit, or I need,

I need, I need time for my, just for me.

Me time.

Okay?

That's fine.

I'm, I'm just cranky.

I think so.

So we're safe then.

For the moment.

Super.

This is fantastic.

Hmm?

Hmm.

I've been eating nothing but
seafood for the last 90 years.

Yuck.

Oh, I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Now, would you mind filling
me in on what we're doing here

and how this will help bring back my dad?

We're going to go see, uh, Nyarlathotep.

What is that?

You mean who?

Okay, who is Nyarlathotep?

From inner Egypt

came the strange dark
one to whom fellas bowed.

Wain and silent, wrapped in
fabrics, red like sunset flame.

Throngs, they've had a frown.

Frantic for his commands.

But leaving could not
tell what they heard.

While, through the nations,

the word spread,

wild beasts followed him,

licking his hands.

And soon from the sea,

this noxious world began.

Forgotten lands.

Weighty spires of gold.

So, so he's some kind of prophet then?

Sort of.

So, so, so he's good?

No, as evil as they come.

Well, then, so why would he help us?

This is why.

Jesus, Jesus, some discretion.

No.

That's our golden fleece, sort of.

That's the heart?

Hopefully, Nyarlathotep will be happy

to exchange information for that.

And how will this
information bring my dad back?

He knows where to find Tillingast.

Okay.

And Tillingast's machine,
the resonator, will open doors.

It's going to take me back to 1930,

the day before I was taken.

Hence, I won't go on my boat to chase.

And therefore, I won't see the light,

so they won't be able to inhabit me.

And you won't pick me
up at the river's edge.

I got it.

Oh, fuck.

Whoa.

What?

You okay?

Is it your wound?

Hamburgers.

Oh.

Yeah, you need some
metamucil or something?

I'm sure we can get some.

Excuse me.

Okay.

Yeah.

Hey, is everything
okay with your friend?

Oh, yeah.

He's fine.

I think he just ate a little
too fast or something.

It probably Phil's fucking cooking.

You know, some of the clam
chowder and wine hasn't agreed

with all the customers, so
I just wouldn't eat too many

of those fries otherwise, ugh!

Yeah, I got it.

Thanks.

Oh, can I get a check

and a to-go box?
Yeah, you got it.

Oh.

Gideon?

I'll be right out.

We have him.

Soggoth!

He's in the can taking a growler.

I'll get him.

What?

He's in, he's in the bathroom.

Get him while he's vulnerable.

Soggoth.

Crush Russell's throat.

Yes, it has it.

Yes.

What's happening to me?

Leave me alone.

I told you he was too damaged.

I told you.

I told you the Old One was too damaged.

I'm back.

While you evacuate your poison,

I'm going to crush you.

This isn't right.

Hold on.

He's a fucking liar.

Shut the fuck up and concentrate.

- Okay, okay.
- Soggoth.

Soggoth.

Ah, that's, a good Soggoth.

Get him.

Get Russell.

Get him by the throat.

Tekeli-li!

Tekeli-li!

Up to your old tricks, huh, Finley?

Gideon!

Gideon!

Russell Marsh.

You won't escape.

I'm in control!

I see you.

I see you.

Clam chowder and wine, this early?

Been eating nothing but seafood and wine

for 90 years, seafood and wine.

Shit.

Russell.

Gideon!

Gideon!

What do I do?

Salt.

Get some salt.

Oh, okay.

Hang on.

I don't think these guys are paying.

Hey, fry guy.

I left a check on the table.

You going to pay?

Yeah, about that, um.

What are you doing, dude?

My friend has a really upset stomach.

I promise I'll write you
a check or something.

Probably your fault because
of the clam chowder.

Hey, Phil.

We got some weird ones today, man.

Okay, Russell.

I got the salt.

What do I do?

What do I do?

Throw it at him.

Okay.

Hurry!

Ahh!

It feels like I'm on fire.

Ugh!

Ahh!

Soggoth, dead!

Ah, ugh!

Oh, God.

Russell.

Holy shit, Russell, are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Jesus.

Poor bastard never saw it coming.

Yeah.

Got company.

Oh, God.

Uh, huh, um,

we can explain what this is.

It's, um, tell them what it is.

It's a Soggoth.

Yes, a Soggoth, which occurs

when certain atmospheric
pressures mixed with swamp gases.

They bond to create a fungus.

This is kind of really
a health code violation.

This is your fault.

You hear only my voice,
my control, my thoughts.

I hear only you.

Step back.

Step back.

You hypnotized them.

Pretty cool, huh?

Finley's out there.

Wait, the guy from the office?

The Old One that was in
him is in someone else.

Yeah, controlled the Soggoth.

Okay, you know, whatever.

Why hypnotize them?

They gotta help us.

- Help us?
- Yeah, distraction.

How will they come out
of it when we're gone?

Um, any loud noise or
snap brings them right back.

They'll be right as rain.

Okay, well, I don't
like the sound of that.

Well, trust me.

Okay, back out, back out.

Back out.

Oh, God.

Russell comes.

Oh, God.

I'll see what they want.

Wait, wait.

Russell's controlling them.

Howdy folks, I'm Constable LaGrasse.

I'm here to speak to a
couple of your patrons

in your establishment.

There's no one in there, Constable.

There's no one in there, Constable.

Hey, Russell, I
hate to disrupt your singing,

but who the hell are they?

Members of the Esoteric Order of Dagon.

It looks like Finley is now in that fella

in the passenger seat.

The bald guy in the back, he's a hybrid.

We take out Finley and we'll be all right.

And the cop?

Him and Cabby are just human disciples.

They gave their women to
mate with the Deep Ones

in exchange for gold.

Wait a second,
they're not gonna hurt Phil

and Nadine, are they?

You're gonna have to step aside.

I'm gonna have to see it for myself.

Wait, wait!

Roll the window!

No, roll it up.

Oh my God!

Russell says, die motherfucker!

- Hey, I'm Finley.
- Die, Finley.

Watch out!

I'm sorry, Legrasse, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god,

oh my god.

Let's go.

Whoa!

Poor Reeves.

Get out of my body!

Shut up, human!

This is my body now!

And there are vocal qualities.

- Fuck.
- But you're the beast,

and it is terrible

to hear one when the
source of yield the other.

Let's go!

Okay!

Russell dies tonight!

You're sitting there like
we just had a nice meal

like some pasta or pizza or
something and left like nothing.

They were real people with consciousness

and you took it away
basically for your own thing.

Yeah, sure, give them
a hypnotic suggestion

of overwhelming joy.

Hypnotic suggestion?

When they come out of it, all right?

You're really kind of an asshole.

You wanna see a glimpse
of the unspeakable horrors

that I was subjected to?

Why are you looking at me like,

what are you talking about?

The clawing, the scratching, the biting.

The convulsive, epileptic madness.

The noxious air.

The yelling, the screaming,

the struggling, the struggling

in her madness, in the madness,
in the dark, dark blackness.

Stop! Stop, stop!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please, let's just go.

No.

Why not?

We actually missed the turn off.

Shit.

Asshole.

Oh, stupid humans.

Stupid humans, faster!

Stop.

Okay.

Don't listen to that, Buck.

I said stop the car.

Well, well, which is it?

Drive, slave.

Hey, how you doing, buddy?

Okay, okay, okay, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, Lagrasse.

I, I do, I feel really bad.

Yeah, dude, we all feel so fucking bad.

Now shut the fuck up, I gotta concentrate.

Well, how can you
track him without Reeves?

I mean, can you see him?

Huh?

Or smell 'em?

- I smell him.
- Okay.

I smell him, can you smell him?

He is-

I don't smell anything.

This way!

You're on the right track.

We're getting close.

- Okay.
- We're getting close.

There!

Turn here!
Okay, okay, okay,

all right, all right.

I mean, it almost
sounds like you've been

through this before, did you ever have to-

It's the first time for me.

Always the first time.

I didn't know I had another gear.

Yeah, it has one.

It's for going uphill.

Oh, man.

God, do you even know,

do you even know where we're going?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Neverland.

Neverland.

So it's like the land
you'll never come back.

This doesn't even look
like it's part of the road.

Heading off into uncharted territory.

It's off the beaten
path, that's for sure.

You gotta be kidding me.

A prophet lives here?

You know, looks can be deceiving, kid.

Yeah, I'm sure.

There.

Wow.

Where the small hours were rent,

with screams of nightmare.

Hey, well, I think I
saw something over there.

Yeah, probably his followers,
they don't like sunlight.

What, are they vampires?

Ghasts, actually.

Great, I'm sure they're much worse.

Yeah, unwholesome creatures.

When long ago, the gods created Earth

in Jove's fair image

and man was shaped at birth,

the beasts for lesser
parts were next designed,

yet, were they too remote for humankind.

To fill the gap and
join the rest of man,

the Olympian host conceived a clever plan.

A beast they wrought in semi-human figure,

filled it with vice, and
called the thing a nigger.

Did you hear that, children?

Only a human with the
slightest trace of the Old One

lingering in his withered veins

would utter that verse to me.

I knew that would get your attention.

Yes, you roused my ebony
skin beautifully, Russell Mash.

Nyarlathotep.

Mighty messenger, must all things be told.

He shall take on the semblance
of man, the waxen mask,

the robes that hide, and
come down from the world

of seven suns to mock.

Oh, you speak his words well.

Rise.

What do you wish of me?

We're in search of Tillinghast.

You think you can revert time?

I must try.

And what makes you think
I won't destroy you both

or have my ghasts feast
on your blood and bone?

I offer you this.

Leftovers?

Oh, sorry.

A Deep One?

Yes.

May be of some use to me.

But it hardly seems fair
considering there are two of you.

Well, you know, I can
just go back to the car,

My ghasts will feast on you now.

Whoa, hey, wait a second.

Hey, hey, hey.

No, no.

Stay away.

Don't be foolish, kid.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I'll go alone, and none
of this will happen.

Don't worry.

Oh, so you mean let them kill me today

so that maybe you can change time

and I might be alive tomorrow?

Yeah.

Yeah, no, thanks.

Stop!

What is that in your hand, boy?

A rib.

From the owner of that there heart.

You've been holding out on me, Russell.

Oh, no.

I forgot he had that.

Insurance, just in case another
Old One were to possess me.

You won't need insurance
where you're going.

Ghasts, step back now!

Kids!

Right?

- Right.
- You too understand

what I'm doing.

Sure.

Give it to me now.

Wait.

Tillinghast?

You may go to Tillinghast.

Both of you.

Thank you.

Enter.

Enter.

Let's go.

In there?

- Yeah.
- No, I thought we were going

to drive to Tillinghast

in like Encino or Barstow or something.

Gentlemen!

Come on!

Oh, God!

I can see 'em.

We're getting close.

That way.

Turn.

What, this way?

Ah!

What is this place?

Our destiny.

Tillinghast?

What, no lights?

No lights.

Over there, look.

Huh.

That's a nice find.

Matches?

Uh, no, sorry.

Um, hey, check the pockets.

All right.

Ha ha, bingo.

I knew I brought
you along for a reason.

Oh, yeah, really?

You're ready to leave me
back there to be torn apart

by the gads.

Ghasts.

So, uh, what's with the clothes?

I don't know.

We need to turn on the power.

Mm-hmm.

Cellar.

Down there?

Yeah.

Oh, God, it smells horrible down here.

Mm. Breathe
through your mouth.

Man, your century
of wisdom is really starting

to rub off on me.

Oh, thank you.

Keep going.

Hey, uh, what's with all
the furniture down here?

Probably didn't want it destroyed.

- Destroyed?
- Yup.

All right.

Here it is.

No!

Tillinghast?

I put an end to him
and his infernal machine.

I will stop anyone from bringing back.

Uh, I'm afraid we're
gonna need his resonator.

Do you know what swept up the servants?

What made them scream so loud?

Oh, that explains the clothes.

Russell, what do we do?

Um-

It harnesses the shadows that strikes

from world to world to
sow death and madness.

It must be never active again.

He's only an apparition
of what once was.

Well, apparition or not, he's got a gun.

What if you're wrong?

I've killed those that came before.

Step aside.

I'm not.

Don't force me to kill you.

He's gone?

I told you.

All right, look, we got to
hurry before the pets come.

Let's go.

Are you sure we're safe?

Holy-

They wouldn't dare.

Nyarlathotep!

No, we don't want the light Old One!

Strangers who seek horror
haunt strange far places.

For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais,

and the carven mausolea of
the nightmare countries.

They climb the moonlit towers
of ruined, Rhine castles

and faltered down the dark,

cobweb steps beneath the scattered stones

of the forgotten cities in Asia,

the haunted wood and the desolate mountain

are their shrines and they linger

next to sinister monoliths
in uninhibited islands.

But the true epicure of the terrible

of unutterable ghastliness
is the chief end

in justification of existence.

It seems most of all the ancient,

lonely farmhouses of back New England.

For there, the dark elements
of strength, solitude,

grotesqueness, ignorance combine

to perform the perfection of the hideous.

Greetings, Nyarlathotep.

Welcome, great Old One.

Finley, is it?

Yes, we met centuries ago.

Mmm.

It was a pleasure then as it is now,

though you look different.

New vessel.

Oh, I see.

This one suits you.

Oh, it's stronger, younger.

We seek those that came in that car.

I assumed as much.

Who the fuck are you?

Where are we?

There was a problem,
he's not feeling too well.

Get the fuck off me, prick.

Where the fuck are we?

Ghasts!

You wouldn't dare.

Ghasts!

Get in the light, Buck.

Get in the light.

I thought you said
they couldn't hurt us.

I said they wouldn't hurt it.

Old One.

Normally, yes, but you
don't seem true, Mr. Finley.

Too foul-mouthed.

I'm not Finley.

I'm Randolph Carter.

I'm an Old One and if you dare touch me,

I will lay waste to your human-

Oh my.

Oh, shit.

I'm Randolph Carter.

Security guard at Irons Construction Yard.

I have felt the strangling tendrils

of cancerous horror whose roots reach

into illimitable past and
fathomless abyss of night

that proved beyond on time.

And I thank you.

I thank you for removing
this foul, foul beast.

I am free.

I'm free.

Thank you, thank you, thank
you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Drink, children.

Thank you, thank you, thank you,

thank you very much.

You return to your home by the sea.

Think of me when you hear the
wing beats of the nightgaunts.

He killed him.

He killed Finley.

He killed a great Old
One right in front of me.

You seen it in the Legrasse, you seen it?

Can't see nothing, Buck.

I'll be killed soon enough,
it'll get me to the doctor.

Get you to Doc
Rayburn, you hear me?

I hear you.

Hey, hey, hey,
you ever seen a nightgaunt?

No, can't see as I did.

Well, if you see or hear
the wing beats of one,

you best let me know
and I'll let you know.

Because that be the reminder of the night

our lives were spared by
Nyarlathotep.

I will.

Hold on!

Hey, so what are these
pets you mentioned?

Tillinghast's pets aren't pretty.

Cats, dogs, rabbits, what?

Don't worry, you won't see them yet.

Hey, wait a second,
do you hear that hum?

What is that?

That's the resonator, it's up there.

Hey, listen, but if
he killed Tillinghast-

Crawford Tillinghast isn't dead.

Welcome, my friends.

I see Captain Norrys did not deter you.

Back to the rats, he goes.

Excuse my inability to stand
and greet you properly.

That's all right.

I am Crawford Tillinghast.

I am Russell Marsh.

Gideon Gordon.

Does my appearance
startle you, Mr. Gordon?

You seem uncomfortable.

No, I just have a wandering eye.

Had it ever since I was a kid,
makes it hard sometimes to-

That's a sweet,

adorable lie.

These sights are new to him, Crawford.

I understand.

Then I assume you have
come to see my experiment.

Behold, the resonator.

Yes.

Um, I need the help of your machine

to go back in time.

Exciting.

An epic challenge to test
the limits of my genius,

of my resonator.

Is it possible?

Possible?

Anything is possible.

Except we will need more
energy for such a feat.

Well, where do we get more power?

From me.

I am the body electric.

But to send you back, we'll need more.

Much more.

You feel that?

Since stepping into this room,

you have already given it more volts

than the feeble conduits within
the walls could ever muster.

But your friend, connected to me,

will give it all energy required.

for your journey, Mr. Marsh.

Come to me, Gideon Gordon.

Go ahead, kid.

Hey, no, no, no, you're not
hooking that thing up to me.

Hey, come on, go on, go on, kid.

It's okay to be scared.

I'm scared too.

But we have to do things
sometimes that, you know-

No, no, no, no fucking way!

Kid!

Dear Mr. Gordon, don't leave this room.

My pets are swimming about.

So long as you don't
move, you're fairly safe.

Remember, we are dealing
with a hideous world

in which we are practically helpless.

Keep still, for in these
rays, we are able to be seen

as well as to see.

Listen to him, kid.

Beyond the bounds of infinity,

and drawing down demons from the stars,

space belongs to me.

Do you hear?

- I can't.
- Gideon, no!

- I'm sorry.
- Gideon!

Son.

Dad?

I found you through
this chasm of darkness.

Dad, you're really here.

I, I miss you so much.

I miss you too, son.

I'm so scared.

Don't be afraid.

I'll always be by your side.

I'm proud of you.

Proud of all the great things
you have and will accomplish.

Dad, I can bring you back.

They're coming.

I have to go.

What is it?

Things, horrific things, hunting me.

Things that dissolve and devour.

I have to go.

Keep my memory alive.

Keep my memory alive!

Dad!

Close the door?

Keep it away!

Oh, you're safe now.

I saw him.

I saw my dad.

He was there, but he wasn't.

I've never seen him so scared.

It's all right.

I couldn't help him.

It's all right now.

You can help him.

You can help him, come on.

Get up.

Come on.

I've, never seen him so scared.

All right, okay, all right.

By God, I'll do it.

God has nothing to do with it.

Sights which no breathing creature

has yet seen.

You shall over leap time, space,

and dimensions, and without bodily motion,

peer to the bottom of creation.

Sit him before me.

Sit. Sit.

Russell, kneel down behind him.

Touch him.

- Yeah.
- Touch.

Hurry.

Before I change my mind.

Russell, I must warn
you, the waves from us

will be waking 1000
sleeping senses in you,

senses which we inherit
from aeons of evolution,

from the state of detached electrons,

to the state of organic humanity.

I have seen truth, and I
intend to show it to you.

But remember, if you
manage to reach your time,

your space, that someone
else will fill the void

in the change you create.

I understand.

Both of you.

I must, I must return
to make things right,

to make things right for you and me, kid.

Yes.

Very well.

Think of your time.

Faces.

Smells.

Joys.

Sorrows.

Remember.

Back, back to September 7th.

No, no, no.

September 6th, 1930.

September 6th, 1930.

Emily, come to me.

Concentrate.

My pets.

You see them, you see them.

See the things that float

and flop about you and
through you every moment

of your life.

You see, the creatures that form what men

call the pure air and the blue skies.

We have succeeded in
breaking down the barrier.

Have I not shown you your world, Russell?

Russell?

I have seen the dark universe yawning.

The black planets rolling without aim.

Rolling in their horror,

unheated without, without knowledge.

Luster, name.

Oh, I see it.

I see her.

I see her.

Emily!

Emily!

Emily.

Russell.

What's wrong, dear?

Bad dream.

You're safe.

I know.

I know.

You best get back to sleep.

You got to go out early tomorrow.

What?

On your boat, silly.

I'm not going out on that boat

or any other boat ever again.

Ever.

Hey, Dad.

Dad, I got something big.

Help me, Dad, hurry.

Dad, give me a hand, come on.

What is it?

It's just a log.

What's this?

I just missed you is all, Dad.

I love you.

I love you too.

Come on, I got something
I want to show you.

Okay.

Dad, what is it?

Something I've been waiting
a lifetime for you to see.

Dad, come on, enough
with the mysterious routine.

I get it, what is it?

See the light, son.

No, no, no, no!

I must
warn you, if you manage

to reach your time, your
space, that someone else

will fill the void in
the change you create.

Who's this character, man?

Everyone's getting clam
chowder, what's going on?

It's good clam chowder.

I'm going home.

You just got a break.