City of the Living Dead

I am there.

Yes, I am there

I see...

I see

there's the contact.

He's just entered.

The contact has entered

the contact...

the dead...

I see the dead

the city of the dead

hold the link, don't break it

hold the link

it's critical for mary.

Don't break the link,

don't break it

mary

mary...

the soul that pines

for eternity...

shall outspan death.

You dweller of the twilight

void come dunwich.

I'm afraid mary's dead.

No...

alright,

maybe I've got no imagination,

but your story is

a little tough to swallow.

James mclewin,

busted twice for peddling

and possession.

That's right. So?

And you expect me

to believe that

mary woodhouse died

out of sheer fright

while you were having a seance?

Ok fellas.

You help us

and we'll help you.

What were you on?

Coke? Grass?

Where's the stash?

Down the toilet?

- You don't deserve any help

you're a comic book version,

sergeant.

You look better in

your mugshot, you know.

The great theresa.

The master medium.

Yeah,

for you it's all in the book

your book of...

what's it again?

Enoch.

Yeah, enoch.

According to you this

poor girl is dead

because of a book that

was written 4000 years ago.

Correct?

That's right.

I'd find such

an unusual paradox

of tremendous appeal

terribly stimulating

if I were a sleuth.

The explanation in every

detail of a crime

before it's been committed.

Lady,

you're either on grass or

you're pulling my leg.

No...

the problem is in your mind.

It can't accept the truth,

but I'll help you just same.

In the book of

enoch the killer is...

sergeant...

come here and look

who's playing games here?

Come out of the floor,

out of nowhere.

Who lives downstairs?

It's vacant,

has been for 26 years.

But how the heck did...?

Don't you start acting up too.

It's only a prank and I'll

find out

what's behind it even if

I have to tear the whole

building apart.

Keep refusing the truth.

At this very precise moment,

in some other distant town,

horrendously awful

things are happening.

Things that would shatter

your imagination.

Hi officer.

I'm looking for sergeant clay.

And who are you?

I'm peter.

You see, I'm with the...

- don't tell me

you're a newspaper

reporter, right?

I can smell you guys

a mile away.

You're right, I'm a journalist.

Look, there's a rumor down a

the station house

that someone kind

of died mysteriously

and I wanna talk to

the sergeant about it.

It's not going to be any

mystery

how the next guy dies

if I let any unauthorized

people in that house.

Look...

isn't there a way that

maybe you and I

could come to a sort of

gentleman's agreement?

You're talking into deaf

ear, pal.

Now take my advice and

beat it before

the sergeant comes out.

Ok, I'll take your advice.

It's like we're in the wrong

season suddenly.

Damn dusty

all these high winds,

pretty unusual.

By the way,

I hear cindy heran

never went home last night.

So?

It sure wouldn't be

the first time.

I remember once she was

sitting in...

you know something?

Ever since father thomas

hanged himself

dunwich ain't been the same.

Kind of scary

a few beers and you fellas

start seeing ghouls and

devils all over the place.

Well, you saw what

happened, didn't you?

Sure, but that doesn't

mean that

there isn't any explanation.

It could have been a truck

passing by

the vibration

anyway, I've lost my mirror.

You forget who our

ancestors were?

No.

I've forgot how many

beers you have drunk.

So let's have another.

House buys.

I've gotta go

but wait, what about...

- see you

me too wait up, mike.

I'll see you around

wait, guys... guys...

brand new building...

new construction.

I tell you,

more garbage like this...

I'm gonna loose

all of my customers.

The language is scary,

I admit it.

But the overall message

couldn't have been more

puritanical.

Then why did you choose

the topic of incest?

When I was 8 years old

I wanted to marry my father.

I guess all girls that age

want to marry their fathers.

Anyway,

I got over it pretty quickly

he was a drunk.

One day he just picked up

and left my mother and me.

Did this leave any

particular emotional

feeling in you at the time?

Emptiness.

That and pity for my mother.

I began to hate all men

and I...

excuse me jerry.

Hi, sandra.

How are you?

Hello emily.

How come so early?

I mean I thought

we made it for eight.

That's the trouble.

I can't make it tonight.

I have to see bob.

Bob?

You're not upset are you?

No, I'm not upset.

Maybe a little worried perhaps.

You've been seeing

an awful lot of him,

haven't you, lately?

Poor bob.

He's a sick and ionely kid.

I don't see why people

hate him so.

His mother was what you call

a woman of easy virtue.

No husband. No morals.

Here in dunwich,

anybody like that

is also branded a witch.

Look sandra.

I don't believe those

idiots who tell me

that our ancestors were

salem witch burners alright?

Okay, okay

jerry, I'm sorry.

- Don't worry

I'll see you tomorrow.

Around 9?

Sure thing.

Bye.

So long sandra.

Bye bye and take it easy.

Jerry, bye.

- Bye

okay sandra,

where were we?

On the same old problem, men.

Why do they have to

make life so difficult?

Sandra

sandra...

did he hurt you?

Did he claw you?

He must have been frightened.

Strange.

It's the first time he

ever acted up like that.

He loves to have you pet him.

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