Tales From The Crypt
Stay as close as you can, please.
when the monasteries
in England were dissolved...
and the occupants tortured...
beheaded in public
or murdered secretly...
some went into hiding
to worship as they pleased.
It is the decaying bodies and skeletons
of these religious martyrs...
that you will see on your tour.
These catacombs are dangerous.
And I must warn you
to stay with me...
and not lose your way.
Please keep close together.
- My brooch!
- Hmm?
I must have dropped it somewhere.
[Sighs]
Thank you.
Well, it's a toss-up.
Let's try this way.
- Dead end.
- Sorry. Wrong guess.
[Banging]
[Door Scraping Ground]
Well, there's no way out of here.
Let's go back.
[Door Scraping Ground]
There's no way out there.
- Who are you?
- Where did you come from?
All in good time.
Look, how do we
get out of here?
- All in good time.
- I'm in a hurry!
It can wait.
- It really can't wait. I have an appointment.
- Sit.
All of you.
Please sit down.
Sit down.
I assure you,
I have a purpose.
What purpose?
Why did you come in here?
I don't know.
I was just driving by and...
something made me.
And what are your plans
when you leave here?
Plans?
Plans.
//[Choir Singing]
"ToJoanne.
The best wife in the world.
Love from Richard."
And a big kiss.
//[Choir Continues]
- [Thudding]
- [Grunting]
//[Choir Continues]
Merry Christmas.
//[Choir Continues]
//[Ends]
[Girl]
Mummy! Mummy!
Just a minute, darling.
Mummy will be right up.
//[Choir Resumes Singing
On Radio]
- Mummy!
- I'm coming, Carol!
- Carol, darling, what's the matter?
- Did Santa come yet?
No, darling, not yet.
You be a good girl and go on to sleep.
- Can I see him when he comes?
- We'll see.
Now you be a good girl and go to sleep.
Otherwise, Santa won't come.
- What's this?
- Nothing. Just a Christmas card from Daddy.
- All right? Good night.
- Good night, Mummy.
- Night, Daddy!
- [Door Closes]
//[Choir Continues Singing]
[Man On Radio] We interrupt
this program for a special announcement.
A man described
as a homicidal maniac...
has escaped from the hospital
for the criminally insane.
He is 6 foot 3 inches tall...
210 pounds,
dark eyes, bald...
and may be wearing
a Santa Claus costume...
taken from a shop
in Burley.
All residents of the county are warned
to be on the lookout for this man...
and to phone the police
if they see him.
We now continue our program
//[Organ]
//[Choir Singing]
[Bell Jingling]
[Knocking]
[Doorknob Rattling]
//[Choir Continues]
- [Grunting]
- [Screams]
//[Choir Continues]
//[Ends]
## [Organ]
[Footsteps]
//[Choir Singing]
Blood.
//[Choir Continues]
//[Ends]
//[Choir Singing]
[Footsteps]
//[Choir Continues]
[Gasps]
Carol.
Carol!
Carol! Carol.
Carol, where are you?
Carol. Carol!
Oh, no.
[Gasps]
[BellJingling]
He's here, Mummy!
I let him in. It's Santa!
[Gasps]
[Screams]
[Screaming]
[Wood Poker Clatters]
Nonsense.
I have no inten-
Hadn't you?
And you?
I'm on my way home
to see my wife and children.
- And then?
- Hmm?
And then?
And then?
//[Easy Listening]
- Well, I'm all set.
- Must you go tonight, Carl?
Can't you leave it
till the morning?
No, I'm afraid I can't.
My appointment's in the morning.
I'll have to drive all night to make it.
When will you be back?
I, uh- I don't know.
We'll have to see how it works out.
I'll, um- I'll phone you.
Did you say good night
to the kids?
No. I was just going to.
Good night, Daddy.
Good-bye, darling.
Don't forget to ring me
when you get there.
I will. Good-bye, darling.
- Bye. Drive carefully.
- Yes, right.
[Sets Parking Brake]
The removal men came this morning.
Yeah, well, so I see.
- It should all be there by the time we get there.
- Yeah.
- A shame to give up a nice flat like this.
- Yes, I know that, darling.
But we've both had to give up
quite a bit, haven't we?
I love you, Susan.
You know that, don't you?
Yes, of course I do.
You meet someone,
and suddenly that's it.
I kissed my kids tonight
and- and-
Oh, for hell's sake! I mean, it will
be worth it, won't it, for both of us?
Of course it will.
You are tired.
Let me drive.
Yeah, okay.
No. No.
No. No!
No.
No. No!
I'm sorry. Bad dream.
[Horn Honking]
- Look out!
- [Tires Screeching]
[Screaming]
[Loud Crashing]
[Shuddering]
Susan.
Susan, where are you?
[Gasping]
[Screaming]
You crazy fool!
Do you want to get yourself kill-
[Panting]
[Footsteps Approaching]
- Darling.
- [Screams]
[Gasping]
[Gasps]
[Woman Sobbing]
What's the matter then?
Look.
- Well, pull yourself together. What's the matter?
- [Sobbing]
Come on now.
[Doorbell Buzzing]
- Yes?
- Susan!
- Who is it?
- It's me, Carl.
Carl?
Carl- It can't be.
"Can't be"?
What do you mean?
Carl was-
Where have you been?
Please go away.
Look, I've been worried
out of my mind.
What's happened?
The furniture.
I don't understand.
How'd it-
I brought it back
after the crash.
- Huh?
- And I was blinded.
Blinded?
And Carl was killed.
Killed?
Two years ago.
[Screaming]
I'm sorry. Bad dream.
[Horn Honking]
- Look out!
- [Tires Screeching]
[Screaming]
[Loud Crashing]
So that is why
you were in a hurry?
- To leave your wife and children?
- What do you mean?
How do you-
Who are you?
I assure you,
I have a purpose.
- What sort of game are you playing?
- Game?
You're trying to
frighten us in some way.
What do you want?
To show you something.
Something in your own mind.
Something you are capable
of doing.
I don't wanna know.
Oh, but you must know.
You must.
[Children Chattering, Laughing]
[Chattering, Laughter Continue]
Thank you.
- We knew it was you.
- You knew it was me?
Dear old Punch though,
he's very nice, isn't he?
Ah, I know some of you
have to get home rather soon.
So there's your little present,
my dear. There.
- Thank you, Mr. Grimsdyke.
- That's all right.
Now shall I tell you something?
My wife's name was Helen. Mary Helen Grimsdyke.
I always called her Helen.
It's a nice name, isn't it? Yeah.
- Bye-bye then.
- Come on, Mark. Come on, Julie.
Come and sit here.
Bye-bye, Mark. Bye-bye, Julie.
- [Barking]
- Bye.
Bye.
Two little dickey birds
sitting on a wall.
One named Peter.
One named Paul.
Fly away, Peter.
Fly away, Paul.
Come back, Peter.
Come back, Paul.
That's it. [Laughs]
[Chattering]
What are you looking at?
Grimsdyke, of course.
to the kids.
He does it every year
on his birthday.
- I don't know how you stand it.
- Stand what?
Living across the road
from that man.
He's a rubbish collector.
A dustman.
His place is an eyesore.
The toys he give those kids he finds
in the rubbish heap and repairs.
- Why doesn't he sell out?
- I've made him offers.
He's- He's sentimental
about that old dump.
Says he and his wife lived there
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