The Raven (1935) - full transcript

(airplane rumbles)

(dark orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(woman screams)
(tires screech)

(car clatters)

(siren wails)

You've got to do something.

You've got to save my daughter's life.

But, my dear sir, we...

You see, Judge Thatcher.

Jerry, if you love Jean, do something.



The root nerves at
the base of the brain,

something has impinged on them.

It's impossible knowing.
Stop telling me that!

Jerry.

Vollin.

Dr. Vollin.

Can we get Dr. Vollin?

- Dr. Vollin?
- Dr. Vollin?

Get Dr. Vollin here.

[Dr. Vollin] Suddenly
there came a tapping,

as of someone gently rapping,
rapping at my chamber door.

Open then I flung the shutter,

when, with many a flirt and flutter,

in there stepped a stately raven.



The raven is my talisman.

Curious talisman.

Bird of the ill omen.

A symbol of death.

Death is my talisman, Mr. Chapman.

The one indestructible force.

The one certain thing in
an uncertain universe.

Death.

Dr. Vollin, the museum that I represent

will pay you a very handsome
price for your Poe collection.

Yes, yes, I know, but
will you tell Dr. Vollin

this is a matter of life and death?

Oh, if you'll hold the
line just a moment, sir.

(man knocks)

What is it?

Excuse me, Dr. Vollin, Dr.
Halden is on the phone, sir.

I've told him you didn't
wish to be disturbed, sir,

but he says it's very urgent.

Yes, Dr. Halden?

But.

You know that I've retired
from actual practice

and I'm doing only research.

Who is on the case?

Well, I'm satisfied.

They can handle it as well as I.

- But Dr. Vollin, I.
- Let me, Jerry.

Dr. Vollin, this is
Judge Thatcher speaking.

It's my daughter.

She's, she's met with a serious accident,

and none of the doctors
in attendance can.

That's very flattering, but no.

No, Judge Thatcher.

I'm sure they can handle it as well as I.

I'm sorry.

(phone thuds)
He's hung up.

What's his home address?

- Hillview Heights.
- Why?

I'm going there.

Mr. Chapman, I don't like to
ask you to go, but I'm tired.

When you come again sometime,

I will show you those models I built.

They are down in my cellar.

I should like to see them.

Next time.

Yes, I've actually built, you know,

several of those torture
and horror devices

that Poe described in his tales.

The Pit and the Pendulum.

That's the thriller, isn't it?

Well, I certainly look
forward to seeing them.

Imagine building those things.

A very curious hobby.

It's more than a hobby.

Good night, Mr. Chapman.

Good night, Doctor.

(engine hums)

But you can't say no.

I have said it.

I'll pay you any amount
of money, Dr. Vollin.

Money means nothing to me.

But someone is dying.

Your, your obligation as a
member of the medical profession.

I respect no such obligation.

I'm a law unto myself.

But have you no human feeling?

My daughter is dying.

Death hasn't the same
significance for me

as it has for you.

But you're the one chance she's got.

Doctors Cook and Hemingway
are competent doctors.

Competent.

It seems that competence is not enough.

Cook and Hemingway and Halden,

they say that you're the only one.

So they do say I'm the only one.

Yes, I, I beg you
for my daughter's life.

[Dr. Vollin] Very well, I will go.

Start the anesthetic.

(gas hisses)

(dramatic organ music)

You're not only a great surgeon,

but a great musician, too.

Extraordinary man.

You're almost not a man.

Almost.

A god?

[Jean] Yes.

A god with the taint of human emotions.

The scar is almost gone.

I'm so glad.

When I touch it, does it still hurt?

No.

A month ago, I didn't know you.

But now, I owe my life to you.

I wish there were something I could do.

There is.

Tell me.

The restraint that we
impose upon ourselves

can drive us mad.

I don't know what you mean.

Jerry, Jerry Halden tells me
you've made him your assistant.

It means we can be
married that much sooner.

Now, I owe you another debt.

You owe me nothing.

I did it to give him something,

to take the place of what he's losing.

They're expecting me to dinner.

I, I think I'd better run along.

You're coming to see me
dance tomorrow night?

[Dr. Vollin] Nothing can keep me away.

Thanks to you, I'm able to dance again.

I'm going to have a surprise for you.

Surprise?

Tomorrow night.

Goodbye.

(people chatter)
(midtempo orchestral music)

Once upon a midnight
dreary while I pondered,

weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore

while I nodded, nearly napping,

suddenly there came a tapping,

as of some one gently rapping,

rapping at my chamber door.

"Tis some visitor," I muttered,

"tapping at my chamber door."

"Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember,

it was in the bleak December

and each separate dying ember

wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow,

vainly I had tried to borrow from my books

surcease of sorrow,

sorrow for the lost Lenore.

For the rare and radiant maiden
whom the angels name Lenore.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(audience applauds)

Did they really like me?

No, not much, they only
called you back 12 times.

Oh, darling, isn't it wonderful?

I can dance again.

All our children will be dancers,

I can see them, The 14 Dancing Haldens.

[Jean] That's what you think.

Here, dear, take my slippers off for me.

Of course.

Never so swell in my life.

Oh, Jean, you were darling.

We mean it, you were most charming.

Not only charming but dramatic as well.

[Jean] Thank you so much.

That was marvelous, dear.

[Jean] Dad.

What do you call that dance?

You've never done that before, have you?

[Jean] I call it The Spirit of Poe.

So that was your surprise.

Was it a great surprise?

Whom the angels call Lenore.

I told you never to come into this room

unless I send for you.

I'm sorry, sir.

Judge Thatcher is here.

Judge Thatcher here.

[Butler] Yes, sir.

- All right, send him in.
- Very good, sir.

Good afternoon, Dr. Vollin.

Good afternoon.

Will you step in?
Thank you.

You were expecting my daughter.

You see, last night,
while Jean was dancing,

I, I observed something
that, that worried me.

Later on, in Jean's dressing room,

I, I felt the same thing.

Then I, I questioned Jean,
and she made a confession.

She's in danger of becoming
infatuated with you.

Of course, I can understand that.

You, you saved her life, Dr. Vollin.

You think it's only gratitude she feels?

Oh, don't say it that way, Dr. Vollin.

Don't cheat us of the right
to be grateful to you.

Come to the point, Thatcher.

Well, I made it about as
plain as I can without, er.

Look here, you, you
know that Jean's engaged

to young Jerry Halden.

Now we can't let her get
any ideas about you, can we?

You are saying, Judge Thatcher,

that Jean has fallen in love with me.

No, I'm not quite saying that.

That you do not approve.

You disapprove yourself, Dr. Vollin.

You don't want a young girl like Jean

falling in love with you.

Dr. Vollin, I, I came to you once

and asked you, when death
was near, to save Jean.

I come to you again.

But this time, instead of from death,

you want to save her from me.
(tube crunches)

Oh.

I never realized, Vollin.

I'm sorry you feel like this.

Now that you know, you still say

that your greatest wish is
for her to marry Halden?

More than ever.

There's no point in saving Jean's life

if we're going to sacrifice her happiness.

You mustn't see her again.

You driveling fool.

Stop talking.

Be careful, Vollin.

Not see her again?

Listen, Thatcher,

I'm a man who renders
humanity a great service.

For that, my brain must be clear,

my nerves steady, and my hands sure.

Jean torments me.

She has come into my life, into my brain.

Forget it, man, forget it.

Judge Thatcher, there are no two ways.

Send her to me.

Do you know what you're saying?

There are no two ways, send her to me.

- You're mad.
- I am mad.

And I tell you, the
only way you can cure.

I can't talk to you, Vollin.

I came here with a perfectly
reasonable objection

and expected you to be reasonable.

Instead I find you stark, staring mad.

Good day, Dr. Vollin.

Send her, Judge Thatcher.

I warn you.

[Man] Dr. Vollin.

Home, Hillview Heights.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(doorbell buzzes)

I want to see Dr. Vollin.

[Butler] What do you want
to see Dr. Vollin about?

I am Dr. Vollin.

[Man] I want to see you.

Come this way.

Come into my office.

Come.

You're Edmond Bateman.

Who told you?

Your picture in the papers.

That's no disguise.

That's why I'm here.

He said you could do,
what was it he called it?

I want you should change my face.

But I'm not a plastic surgeon, Bateman.

He said you could do it.

That is unnecessary, Bateman.

Put it away.

I can do it, I can change your face.

Then do it.

It isn't plastic surgery,
but there is a way.

Any way, it's all right with me.

First, you must do something for me.

Like what?

[Dr. Vollin] It's in your line.

Like what?

Torture and murder.

[Edmond] That's not my line.

My line is...

You shot your way out of San Quentin.

Two guards are dead.

In a bank in Arizona, a man's
face was mutilated, burned,

a cashier of the bank.

Well, he tried to get me into trouble.

I told him to keep his mouth shut.

He gets the gag out of his mouth

and starts yellin' for the police.

I had the acetylene torch in my hand.

So, you put the burning
torch into his face.

Into his eyes.

Well, sometimes you can't
help things like that.

This job I want done
is in your line, Bateman.

Accept my word for it.

I want you to do this for me.

Then, I change your face.

I got money, I'll pay for it.

No money.

I don't want to get
into no more trouble.

And they're after me now.

I can take care of that.

You can stay here after the job is done.

I'll tell you something, Doc.

Ever since I was born,

everybody looks at me
and says, you're ugly.

Makes me feel mean.

Why are you telling me this?

I am not interested in your life story.

I'm saying, Doc, maybe
because I look ugly.

Maybe if a man looks
ugly, he does ugly things.

You are saying something profound.

A man with a face so hideously ugly.

Don't ask me to do
this job for you, Doc.

I don't want to do them things no more.

Fix me so I look good, will you?

Then maybe I could.

All right, Bateman.

You'll do it, Doc, you'll change me?

- Yes.
- When?

Now.

(button clicks)

What's that?

You don't need that.

Give it to me.

No, you don't.

I'll keep this.

What's that?

I'm taking you where if
police or anyone should come,

they can't find you.

Oh, oh, I see what you mean.

It is to protect you, Bateman, come.

You go first.

Of course, I show you the way.

(haunting orchestral music)

The operation is very simple.

In 10 minutes, it's done.

Is that all it takes?

The nerves, the nerve ends, Bateman,

the seventh cranial nerve,
which has its root here,

from this come the nerves

that control the muscles of the face.

If something happens to these nerve ends,

it alters your expression.

In other words,

I, who know what to do
with these nerve ends,

can make you look anyway I choose.

Now, loosen your collar, lie down.

(door clicks)

I will not need you until Monday.

Thank you, sir.

Have a pleasant holiday.

Thank you, sir.

Ah, you're doing fine, Bateman.

I will take a look.

(dramatic orchestral music)

It's hard to talk.

That's to be expected.

It will disappear.

Do, do I look different?

Yes.

Something's the matter.

My eye.

[Dr. Vollin] That will pass, Bateman.

My mouth.

I want to see myself.

All right.

Just wait here.

(stool clatters)
(dramatic orchestral music)

No!

(gun fires)
(glass clatters)

(gun firing)
(glass clattering)

(Dr. Vollin laughs maniacally)

(Edmond growls)

(eerie orchestral music)

Bateman.

Are you ready to do it for me, Bateman?

Fix my mouth.

You're monstrously ugly.

Monstrous ugliness breeds
monstrous hate, good.

I can use your hate.

You will do this for me, Bateman.

Fix my mouth.

[Dr. Vollin] I'll fix
your mouth, Bateman.

Do it, change me.

I'll change you, Bateman.

You will look good.

The way you wish.

Make me look good.

First you must do this
job for me, Bateman.

I can't use my hand to do it.

Your hand is used to torture.

Your hand must do it.

My brain, your hand.

Speak up, Bateman.

Do you wish to remain the
ugly monster that you are?

No, no.

Then you will do this
job for me, will you?

You must speak now, yes or no?

Yes.

Good.

Wait.

Put on these clothes,

and report to me for further instructions.

Be quick about it.

In an hour, my guests will arrive.

(ominous orchestral music)

I wonder if Dad will be very angry.

Why should he?

He distinctly said no
when we got the invitation.

- Why?
- Well...

Don't go into that again.

We've been all over that before.

Well, I do agree with him

that Dr. Vollin is a little mad.

Well, aren't we all?

What of it?

You know, uh, you're
taking quite a chance

persuading me to go.

How?

He kind of likes me.

Yeah, I'll bet.

All right, what will you bet?

I'll bet you.

[Dr. Vollin] All right, place your bets.

(people chatter)
They're off!

Please notify my horse
the race has started.

Oh, isn't it exciting, Pinky?

Yes, quite.

I like my horse, he
has such a kind face.

[Dr. Vollin] The quarter.

Come on, number five!

Number three, number three!

Come on, number five!

Number three, number
three, number three!

Doesn't my horse look
like your father, Pinky?

I hadn't noticed the
resemblance, my love.

Come on, Azucar!

Lady's Man.

They're on the home stretch.

I will not let myself get excited.

- Oh!
- Oh, there they are!

Oh, has mine come, I'm afraid to look.

Who's winning?

Number five wins.

(group laughs)
That's me!

I'm the winner.

Wasn't mine the brown horse, Pinky?

No, no, yours was the white, my love.

Oh.

I've been rooting for the wrong horse.

(giggles) Oh, Jerry, you
idiot, what're you doing?

I'll be a mess, you fool, stop it.

Next race, place your bets.

Now, I'll have to go
upstairs and fix my hair.

I'm a sight, I know.

Well, don't forget you owe me two bits.

You know, I like horses,

I, I grew up with them.

Yes, I can see that when I look at you.

Does anyone want any more horse races?

[Woman] Not me.

[Man] It's too exhausting a game for me.

Let's go and get a drink.

Feel this, my pet.

Just what am I supposed to feel?

My pulse, it's beating.

I'm going to ask Dr. Vollin's advice.

Doctor?
Yes, Colonel.

I get the most peculiar sensations,

uh, pains you might call them.

Not exactly pains, but
they come and they go.

What would you say they were?

You eat too much, Colonel.

I'm asking Dr. Vollin, my pet.

You're always trying to get free advice.

Now, how, my pet.

You know, the other
evening we met Dr. Thayor,

and he turned out to be
a veterinary. (Laughs)

My pet, he gave me some very
good advice about my dogs.

(couple laughs)

[Mary] Oh!

Man to see you.

Excuse me.

[Mary] Oh, please, don't stand there.

Yes, move away, my
man, like a good fellow.

Never stand behind people.

Most unfortunate looking fellow.

[Dr. Vollin] I'm so glad
you have come, Judge Thatcher.

Dr. Vollin, is my daughter here?

Judge Thatcher, I'm genuinely sorry

for all the stupid things

I said to you the other day.

I want you, please, to forget.

One can't forget a man saying.

But I was under a terrible strain,

and if you can feel in
anyway indebted to me,

clear your debts by
forgiving me for what I said.

Well, I suppose a man can.

Oh, I, you do forgive me.

Now let's go and join the others.

Go upstairs and tell Miss
Thatcher her father is here.

(group chatters)

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Hello, Judge, I was wondering
whether you'd arrived.

(Jean screams)

(Jean screams)
That's from upstairs.

Oh, Dad, I'm so glad you're here.

[Dr. Thatcher] What happened?

[Jerry] What's the matter?

You look as white as a ghost.

I just had a terrible fright.

[Jerry] What was it?

I was standing in my
room looking in the mirror

when the door opened and an
awful looking man came in.

Oh, you mean, my
servant, the poor fellow.

Come on, let's sit down.

I will tell you about him.

Come.

I'm sorry, Miss Thatcher,
that my servant scared you.

Please be seated.

All of you, please.

Poor fellow.

He can't help the way he looks.

He served in my regiment.

Arab bandits took him a prisoner.

They mutilated him and tortured him.

They have a genius for devising torture.

It's almost the equal of Edgar Allan Poe.

Dr. Vollin is keen about Poe.

Yes, I've noticed.

Why your extraordinary
interest in Poe, Dr. Vollin?

That poem of Poe"s, The Raven.

I say, what is The Raven?

It's a bird, Pinky.

A pretty thing to have around the house.

But isn't the raven the symbol of death?

It always has been.

What is your
interpretation of The Raven?

I will tell you.

Poe was a great genius.

Like all great geniuses, there was in him

the insistent will to
do something big, great,

constructive in the world.

He had the brain to do it.

But he fell in love.

Her name was Lenore.

Longing for the lost Lenore.

Something happened.

Someone took her away from him.

When a man of genius is
denied of his great love,

he goes mad.

His brain, instead of
being clear to do his work,

is tortured, so he begins
to think of torture.

Torture for those who have tortured him.

My interest in Poe,

the way I speak about torture and death,

you people, being laymen,
perhaps do not understand.

As a doctor, a surgeon, I look
on these things differently.

A doctor is fascinated by death and pain.

How much pain a man can endure.

But I disagree with you, Dr. Vollin.

That's not why I'm a doctor.

[Dr. Vollin] You're a doctor
because you want to do good.

Yes.

Please let's change the subject.

Let's go to bed.

Why, Colonel, where
are your company manners?

I'm sleepy, my pet.

I'm sleepy, too, Pinky.

Let's all go to our nice warm beds

on this cold, windy night.

Well, if it isn't rude to our host.

[Dr. Vollin] On the contrary.

I am flattered that you
act as if you were at home.

(group chatters)
Thank you.

Thank you, Doctor.

(gentle orchestral music)

I'm so sorry.

Sorry?

You came into the room so suddenly.

Please believe I wouldn't have
been frightened otherwise.

Oh, Jean?

Coming.

Jean!

Come on, darling.

(wind whistles)
(thunder rumbles)

This is your room, Judge Thatcher.

[Judge Thatcher] Thank you.

Dr. Vollin, may I see
you for just a minute?

I would like to know about
the drafts in this house.

You know, I'm very sensitive about drafts.

I'm certain you'll be comfortable.

- Thank you.
- Please.

Allow me.

After you, sir.

[Judge Thatcher] This man,
Vollin is stark, staring mad.

Why, Dad.

Now, you came here against my wishes.

All right, it's done.

But now let's get our
things together and go home.

- What?
- Let's go home.

But why?

Well, in the talk I had
with him the other day,

he said some things that
absolutely convinced me

that he's not in his right mind.

And just now, the way he talked
about Poe and, and torture.

Oh, talk, that's all it was.

He was being amusing.

Well, I'm afraid there's something wrong

with my sense of humor.

I tell you, it's dangerous
to be under this man"s roof.

Oh, Dad, he's not
going to cut our throats

while we're asleep.

Well, I think it's entirely possible.

(laughs) Grown-up people.

When a perfectly reputable
and distinguished surgeon

talks about Poe, why get scared?

There's absolutely
nothing to be afraid of.

(door taps)

Come in.

Get out of here.

Judge Thatcher.

Bateman!

What are you doing here?

Go downstairs.

You mustn't be frightened.

The poor fellow means nothing.

Probably came up to
see if there's anything

he could do for you.

Are you comfortable?

Quite, thank you.

Yes, thank you, Dr. Vollin,

I'm sure we shall be very comfortable.

Good, then I leave you now.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Goodnight.

You're worried about Jean, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

You're afraid that in the
middle of the night, he might.

Don't you think it would be a good idea

if I changed rooms with her?

And what about you?

Well, he certainly
isn't coming into my room.

[Jean] Well, let me do that then.

Come on, I'll go change rooms with Jerry.

[Jerry] All right.

[Jean] Will you take
my bags, dear, please?

All right.

(wind whistles)

(shutters slam)

(thunder rumbles)

Come along, Bateman.

(haunting orchestral music)

The most unique museum of torture.

Rare old pieces, all of them.

But I warn you, ready for use.

This device is from one of Poe's stories.

The Pit and the Pendulum.

A man was thrown into a pit
and tied to a slab like this.

(switch clicks)
(pendulum whirs)

Suddenly, he hears some peculiar noise

coming from above his head.

He looks up, sees a knife flashing,

swinging rhythmically,
as it gradually descends.

These things here are manacles,

which are controlled by that lever.

Clasped around the wrists and ankles,

they hold a man on the slab.

Helpless, he cannot move.

In 15 minutes, the
knife reaches the heart.

(dramatic orchestral music)
Got you.

Come on, Bateman, release me.

Release me, Bateman.

And please try to remember,
should anything happen to me,

you remain the hideous
monster that you are.

Come on, Bateman.

(lever clicks)

It's all quite simple, isn't it, Bateman?

(wind whistles)
(branches snap)

(clock chimes)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(window clatters)
(thunder rumbles)

(Jean screams)

(Jean pounds)

Jerry, oh, I'm afraid!

What, what's the
matter, what's happened?

Look in my room.

All right, come on
then, if you're afraid.

(wind whistles)

(chuckles) Darling, that's nothing.

The wind's blown a tree down,

it's fallen against
your window, that's all.

Here, put your robe on or you'll get cold.

Jerry, I saw a man coming
up through the floor.

(thunder rumbles)

Darling, I can understand you imagining

all sorts of things,

but not a man coming up through the floor.

I'm not imagining it.

I'll tell you what you do.

You sleep in your own room, come on.

Now you hop right into bed.

You've got to get some sleep, you know.

I guess Daddy was right after all.

We probably should have gone home.

(chuckles) Don't be silly.

There.

You all right now?

Yes, dear.

Not frightened anymore?

Mm-mm.

Good night, my sweet.

Good night, darling.

What do you mean sneaking
up through the trap door?

Don't compel me to treat
you like an animal.

You were looking for
the girl, weren't you?

Answer me.

Yes.

The girl does not concern you.

Why did you try to go to her?

Answer me, why?
(rod thuds)

(door knocks)

Who is that?

It's the Colonel.

My wife wants a sleeping
powder, Dr. Vollin.

She woke me out of a sound
sleep and told me to go down

and get a sleeping powder.

You know, there-there's nothing
worse than being wakened

from that first sweet sleep.

I doubt if I shall fall asleep again.

Certainly, just wait a moment here.

Oh, pardon me.

I, I'm so sleepy.

Here are two powders.

Two?

One for you.

For me?

Huh, Dr. Vollin, I don't
know how to thank you.

Such a nice man, so thoughtful.

It's now 11:00.

The job begins.

(dramatic orchestral music)

[Judge Thatcher] Oh!

Let me go!

Let me go, help!

Help me, help me!

Let me go, help, help!

Let me go, help, help, Jerry!

(men scuffle)

(punch knocks)
Help me, help me!

Jerry!

Let me go!

Let me go! (Groans)

Greetings, Judge Thatcher.

What's the meaning of this, Vollin?

My servant is a little uncivilized,

so I ask your forgiveness.

Now, I see you can hardly
stand on your feet.

Bateman, see that Judge
Thatcher lies down.

Make him comfortable, Bateman.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

What's that thing?

A knife.

What's it doing?

Descending.

What are you trying to do to me?

Torture you.

Oh, try to be sane, Vollin.

I'm the sanest man who ever lived.

But I will not be tortured.

I tear torture out of myself
by torturing you. (Laughs)

15 minutes.

There's the clock, you can see it.

Torture waiting, waiting.

Death will be sweet,
Judge Thatcher. (Laughs)

(light buzzes)

(Jean screams)

No!

Daddy, help!

Jerry!

Jerry!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Jean screams)

(Jean screams)

Do not be alarmed.

I've a pleasant surprise for you.

(Jean screams)

Jerry, Jerry!

Help me, Jerry!

- Jean!
- Jerry, Jerry!

Jerry, Jerry!

Geoffrey, Geoffrey!

Wake up, Geoffrey!

They've got Jean!

I say!

What is it, old boy?

They've got Jean, wake Grant.

Jerry!

(Judge Thatcher groans)

I couldn't wake either
the Colonel or Mrs. Grant.

They seem to have been drugged.

Where's Judge Thatcher and Jean, old boy?

They took Thatcher through this panel.

They must have Jean, too, I can't open it.

Here, let me help you, old chap.

I've looked everywhere.

I'll call the police.

(phone buzzes)

Hello, hello, operator, operator.

The line's dead.

- What's that?
- What's what?

Look!

Oh, Pinky!

It's a steel shutter.

There is now no way of getting in,

no way of getting out.

[Jean] Help me, Jerry!

Jerry, please!
(Jean pounds)

Jerry, please!

(Dr. Thatcher groans)

We can't hear the wind anymore.

It's as if we were all in a tomb.

We've got to get through that panel.

Do you mind if I smoke?

[Jean] Jerry, Jerry!

Help me, Jerry!

Jerry!

Please, stop, Jerry!

Bateman, tell her to stop.

[Jean] Oh Jerry, help me!

Help me!

What're you going to do to Jean?

Oh, I have the most
delightful plan for her.

[Jean] Help me, Jerry, Jerry!

He said stop.

Yes, I'm ugly.

He did it.

- Dr. Vollin?
- Yes.

Oh, he's mad.

What will he do to me?

[Edmond] He won't hurt you.

Will you help me?

You will help me, won't you?

You'll help me get out of here?

No, no!

Vollin is going, fix my face.

I tell you he's mad.

He won't help you, I'll help you.

[Dr. Vollin] Bateman.

Please get me out of here.

I swear, I'll help you.

[Dr. Vollin] Bateman!

[Jean] Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!

I'm going through.

That's what they want you to do.

It's a trap!

Going through all the same.

We've got to follow him.

Oh, oh Pinky!

You know what to do, Bateman.

[Jean] Dad, Jerry!

Please come, Jerry!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

You!

[Jean] Jerry, oh, Jerry!

It's Jean!

The switch, to open this lock.

It's locked.

The servant must have the key.

Jean, Jean, Jean!

Stop Jerry, he'll kill you!

Bateman, bring him here.

Jerry.

You are just in time to be witnesses

to a wedding ceremony.

Now the ceremony begins.

Too bad, Judge Thatcher cannot be with us.

(Judge Thatcher whimpers)

But if we speak loudly enough,
perhaps he can hear us.

At any rate, we can hear.

At least let my father go.

We will dismiss the
question of your father.

Consider it well disposed off.

See here, Vollin, things
like this can't be done.

It's no use, Geoffrey.

Look at his eyes.

I'll soon be rid of
my torture, rid of it!

And I'll be the sanest man who ever lived.

Now, I have a pleasant surprise.

Bateman.

Do as I order, Bateman, the switch!

My gift to you two.

The place in which you will live.

A humble place, but your
love will make it beautiful.

All right, go in.

Go in.

(Judge Thatcher groans)

You will live in this
place forever and ever.

It will be the perfect marriage.

The perfect love.

You will never be separated.

Never, Bateman!

Bateman!

Come on, Bateman, close it!

Forever and ever. (Laughs)

What a torture.

What a delicious torture, Bateman.

Greater than Poe.

Poe only conceived it,
I have done it, Bateman.

Poe, you're avenged!

(Dr. Vollin laughs maniacally)

What happens in that room?

Another one of Poe's devices, Bateman.

It's the room where the
walls come together.

(machine hums)

Darling.

There's nothing we can do.

It doesn't take long, Bateman,

until they're crushed, dead.

That girl, dead?

Why not?

You've killed in your time.

You monster, you like to torture.

Yes, I like to torture.

You've done nobly, Bateman.

Now, I'll do nobly by you. (Laughs)

You, you'll fix me?

Yes.

She crushed to death?

Yes.

No, no!

What are you doing?

First, I let her go.

If you touch that switch, Bateman.

I'll not fix you.

No.

You'll stay the way you are, Bateman.

No!

If you touch that.

Stop!

(gun fires)
(Jean screams)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Jean screams)

(Mary screams)

Bateman!

Bateman!

I'll get the key.

You go to Thatcher.

[Dr. Thatcher] Come on, Geoffrey!

I've got the key.

Get that thing out of the way.

- Gotcha.
- Oh.

- Come out.
- Oh!

(Dr. Vollin screams)
Daddy!

It's all right.

It's all right, don't worry.

No, it's all my fault.

No, it's not your fault, dear.

Don't blame yourself.

I'm so sorry.

We're all safe now.

(Mary screams)

What is it, my pet?

The Colonel.

We've forgotten the Colonel and his wife.

(couple snores)

Poor Bateman.

He gave up his life.

Yes, darling, he saved us
from being crushed, all right.

Yes.

I think I'd better
finish the job, don't you?

Only a little more gently.

So you're the big, bad raven, huh?

(Dr. Halden chuckles)

(triumphant orchestral music)

(midtempo orchestral music)