Revenge (1986) - full transcript

(rumbling and screeching)

(police sirens wailing)

(light chatter)

- Excuse me.

- Doc White, we got another one.

This time it's the sheriff's
daughter, and her boyfriend's

at the dorm dead too.

- Oh no no, oh, over there.

Well...

It doesn't look like any
of the other killings.

- No sir.



- No stab wounds, no
lacerations, just bruises.

- She jumped off the fire escape.

- Broken neck.

- The sheriff was up there.

He's really lost his marbles.

- Hm, where is he now?

- He's at the state
hospital, what's left of him.

- Well, you can take
this to the morgue now.

Where is the other one?

- Follow me.

His name's Joel Hogan.

Girls in the dorm say the
sheriff's daughter did it.

- This looks like the other ones.

All chopped up.



- Used a meat cleaver.

Damn shame about the sheriff
watching his daughter

do something like this, then
she jumps off the building.

He's lost his marbles.

- Well, you can take
this to the morgue too.

I'll have the autopsy
report in the morning,

but for the records, let's
call this the end of the

sorority house murders, hm?

- Yes sir.

- Okay.

- Dr. White?

Dr. White, may I bother you for a moment?

- Yes, my dear?

- I'm Karen Wilbur.

I'm a reporter from the Messenger,
we talked a few days ago?

- Yes, I remember, yes.

- Listen, I need to get a
statement from the sheriff

on all of this, do you
know where I can find him?

- No, I heard they took
him to the hospital.

- Well, what do you
know about all of this?

Is it part of the sorority house killings?

- Well, it's really too early to say.

- As far as you know, were
they killed the same way,

was a body part taken?

- Well, I really can't say.

I can't say anything 'til morning.

- Please, anything, I have
a deadline in 10 minutes.

- Oh, well I'm sorry, young lady.

- Well, is it true, were
the girl and the boy,

were they girlfriend and
boyfriend, and then did

she kill him and then commit suicide?

- Well, this is a very delicate situation.

I can't say anything 'til morning.

I have a lot of work to do tonight,

give me a call in the morning.

- Was this the work of the blood cult?

(background chatter)

- Doctor, look, this may
be a small-town newspaper,

but it's a newspaper and
I have a deadline and I'm

reporting what I saw
here tonight whether you

cooperate or not.

- What do you know about the blood cult?

- Only that it's a secret
organization and it may be

responsible for the
sorority house killings.

- Would you like a ride
back to your office?

We can talk along the way.

- Okay, now I want the works, everything.

Who killed who, what this has
to do with the blood cult--

- [Dr. White] Please, please not here.

Let's get away from this place, hm?

- Sure, why not?

- And then I promise...

I'll give you the works.

(police sirens wailing)

(police radio chatter)

- Well, that's better.

Are you ready to take notes?

- Yes sir.

- Good, because there are a
number of things that have

been kept from the public
these last few days.

- So these two murders are
connected to the serial killings,

the sorority house murders?

- Well, perhaps it could
save us both a lot of time,

if you tell me all you
know about the killings.

- Well, basically what we've
printed in the newspaper

so far, a serial killer
specializing in coeds on campus.

- What about the blood cult?

What do you know about that?

- I've heard rumors.

- About what?

- The cult.

I've heard, I've heard that
golden amulets were found

on each body of the sorority
house victims and that

these amulets represent
some sort of witch cult,

is that true?

- Well, what have you
heard about the cult?

- Is it true about the amulets?

- Yes, but what have you
heard about the cult?

Do you know who's in it?

- No, but prominent people,
that's what I've heard.

- Who told you?

- Sheriff Wilbois.

He told me that...

He thought a bunch of
powerful men right here

in town are behind the
killings and that they're

out to get him too.

- Who else knows about this besides you?

- Nobody.

I don't think.

Do you think it's true?

Oh, listen, up here on the right,

this is my office, we're here.

You just passed it.

(dramatic music)

A dog's head?

- That's what they found on the victims.

- Did you find this on one
of the victims tonight?

- No, my dear.

(mysterious music)

- Was the sheriff's daughter
the sorority house murderer?

- Yes but, there were others too.

- Now wait a minute, how many others are

we talking about here?

- Many prominent citizens,
as you put it, have fallen

under the influence of
the blood sacrifice cult.

- The what?

- The cult of Caninus,
the god of death and

resurrection and worldly advancement.

- Really?

- Our sheriff, he had
ambitions to become a senator,

you knew that?

- Yeah.

- To advance his cause, his
daughter joined the cult.

The result of it you saw tonight.

Very unfortunate.

(nervous laughter)

- I tell you, I'm gonna
have a hell of a time

selling this one to my editor.

- I'm afraid you are.

(chilling music)

(knocking)

- Would you please step
out of the car, ma'am?

Step away from the car please.

- Is there a problem, is anything wrong?

(intense violin music)

(Karen gagging)

(groaning)

(engine starting)

(ominous music)

(wind howling)

(ominous music)
(wind howling)

(door slamming shut)

(eerie noise)

(chickens clucking)
(door creaking)

- Here, chick-chick-chick-chick!

Here, chick-chick-chick-chick!

Come on.

Here, chick-chick-chick-chick-chick!

Here, chick-chick-chick!

Here, chick-chick-chick!

(chickens clucking)

Here, chick-chick-chick-chick-chick!

(chickens clucking)
Okay, hello girls.

See what we got today?

There we go.

That's a good girl.

That's right.

(crashing)
(dramatic music)

What's that?

(crashing)

Shush, girl.

(crashing)

I think they're back, honey.

I heard some noises over near the coop,

and the hens ain't been
layin' like they should.

- Well, I'll go take a look.

(dramatic music)

(chickens clucking)

- Carlton, you find anything out there?

(dramatic music)
(chickens clucking)

- [Gracie] I swear that I heard somethin'.

Carlton, can you hear me?
(crash)

(crashing)

(gun clicking)

- I know you're there!

What do you keep botherin' us for?

We never did anything to you.

All we want's our land and
by god, we'll stay here!

What do you keep botherin' us for?

(dramatic music)

(door squealing)

Damn!

(door slamming)

- Carlton, you see anybody out there?

(mysterious music)

Carlton, Carlton!

Oh god!

No!

(crying) Oh god, no!

No!

(mysterious music)

(somber music)

(radio chatter)

- [Radio] NASA should build
a fourth space shuttle.

The National Organization
for Women says it's taking

three prominent anti
(muffled due to music).

(radio chatter)

And in local news,
longtime area veterinarian

Carlton Moore is dead.

Authorities are calling
it a farm accident that

took the life of Dr. Carlton
Moore, one of the county's

best-known animal doctors.

Moore was killed instantly
when the farm implement fell,

striking him in the head.

Moore spent more than 40
years practicing in the area,

and is responsible for starting
many 4-H and FFA chapters.

Moore was 67 years old.

In other news, James Burdock,
former president of the

Citizens' Savings and
Loan has been indicted

on charges of fraud and embezzlement.

(heavy winds blowing)

- Liz?

- Michael, it's good to see you.

- You look great.

You lost some weight again, haven't you?

What, did I say the wrong thing?

I'm sorry.

God, what a shock, huh?

- My brother gets murdered
by some crazy girlfriend

and guess who gets stuck
cleaning up the mess?

- Look, I said I'm sorry.

Would you feel better if you slugged me?

- Quite frankly, yes.

So, did I do okay?

- Sure.

- I know, beloved brother
isn't quite appropriate,

but I had to say something.

- It's fine, Liz.

- Really?

- Really.

- Would you like to be alone for a minute?

- No, it's nothing like that, it's just...

- Different, when it's your brother?

- Oh, we were brothers all right,

but it wasn't like family.

- (chuckles) I'll say.

Michael, I know what you're going through.

- It's not like Mom
and Dad when they died.

It's not sadness, it's...

(sighs) That's Joel down
there, and I could care less.

He could still be alive for all the

difference it makes to me.

Thanks for taking care of all this.

It was really classy.

("Say You Won't")

♫ When this fire started

♫ Together we made a pact

♫ We both agreed that we'd never

♫ Hold anything back

♫ Now my friend said you're leaving ♫

- Lissa, how many eggs?

How many?

- Eggs, hell!

I haven't even found their nest yet.

- No stupid, how many eggs
you want for breakfast?

- Whatever, you're the chef today.

- Well, how do you want them?

- Green!

- All right, thanks for the help.

(river churning)

- Look at that, what the...

Hey!

Hey!

♫ Say you won't

♫ Keep me waiting

♫ 'Cause I'd rather be all alone

♫ Than to be a lover with a stranger

♫ So I'll send you on ♫

(mimicking saxophone)

(chuckles)

♫ I know you don't want to hurt me

♫ Beause you care too much ♫

(dramatic music)

♫ Of this I have no doubt ♫

(dramatic music)

(intense violin music)
(girl screaming)

♫ Keep me guessing ♫

(intense violin music)

(girl screaming)

♫ 'Cause I'd rather be all alone ♫

(dramatic music)

♫ With a stranger

♫ So I'll send you on

(mimicking saxophone)

♫ I know you don't wanna hurt me

♫ Because you care too ♫

(dramatic music in time with chopping)

♫ There are things that
you can do gradually

♫ Of this I have no doubt

♫ So if you're thinkin' we're through

♫ Don't drag it out

♫ If you love me say you won't

♫ Keep me waiting

♫ Keep me guessing ♫

(dramatic music)

- [Joy] Lissa, where are you?

Lissa?

Lissa!

Lissa!

Lissa!

Lissa, Li, Li, Lissa!

Lissa!

(dramatic music)

No...

No, no.

- Well, where do we go from here?

- I'm gonna call the police.

- What on earth for?

- (sighing) I owe him that much.

God knows we never got along.

- Why, Michael?

It's an open and shut
case, murder-suicide.

If you'd kept in touch,
you'd know there's been

a rash of murders around here.

The cops are so backlogged,
it took them a week

just to tell me about Joel.

- Still, I ought to do something.

You've talked to the old sheriff?

Used to be a friend of Pa's, didn't he?

- He had a stroke, Mike.

He's gone.

Look, if you wanna do something,

come by and see Greg and
me on your way back home.

The kids are gettin' real big and--

- I gotta go through the moves.

You know, so I can forget about it.

Stone's really beautiful.

Thanks for being such a classy sister.

- Well, your classy sister's
gonna leave you here.

I got a two-hour drive back
home and I'm gonna stop

by the old place on the way.

- That's funny, I thought you
never wanted to go back there?

- One last time.

- The place is probably run down by now.

I don't think it's such a
good idea, too many memories.

- Oh, I can handle it...

Now.

- [Preacher] Do not
mourn Carlton's passing,

for he shall be risen
from the dead by the Lord.

- Michael, I'm really glad you came down.

I miss you a lot.

- Me too.

- Just don't make it so
long next time, okay?

- It's been too long.

I'll try to stop by the
house when I'm through here.

- Please.

- Bye.

- Bye-bye.

- My brothers and sisters,
as dear Carlton passed

through the waters of life,

he cut a straight wake that would be hard

for any man to follow.

Brother Carlton set a great
example in this world.

He loved his family, his wife,

his daughter Rhonda, and his

beautiful grandson, Chester.

He also loved animals.

And the animals loved him.

But do fear, do not
mourn Carlton's passing.

For he shall be risen
from the dead by the Lord

to serve Him.

So from ashes to ashes,

and dust to dust,

we commend the body of
our dear departed Carlton

to its final resting place

and to the Lord above.

Amen.

Justin, you may approach and say your

final goodbyes to your grandfather.

(sniffling)

- Now you go on, or you'll miss your bus.

Go on.

- No, Grandma, I don't wanna go.

- Now Justin, you love your Aunt Verna,

and you and your mama are
gonna be just fine there.

Now go on, hon.

- I'll make sure (mumbling).

- [Gracie] Now you mind your mama, Justin.

Just like Gramps woulda wanted.

- Yes'm.

- [Gracie] And you have Verna call me just

as soon as you get there, you hear me?

- Mm-hm.

(sobbing)

(car engine starting)

- [Dr. White] Mrs. Moore?

- Doc White!

Dean Bayley.

It was real sweet of you to come up.

Carlton thought real
highly of both of you.

- Oh, your husband was a fine
veterinarian, Mrs. Moore.

- Yes, a fine man.

- Yes, my prize Doberman
wouldn't have made it through

the winter if it hadn't
been for his cares.

He will be missed in the community.

- A great loss.

- Well, I appreciate you
two comin' up like this,

it was real nice.

- Uh, Mrs. Moore, were
you thinking of moving

off of your farm?

- Well, what ever gave you that idea?

- Well, with Carlton gone and all--

- And you sent your daughter
to live with relatives--

- (laughing) Oh, my goodness, no, no!

I love that land.

- Well yes, I'm sure that you do.

- But at the same time,
we thought that maybe

you want to sell.

- The hell I will!

- Oh now, I think maybe
you misunderstand us.

- No.

You want me to leave my home?

- Ah, no, no, no, nobody
wants you to do anything,

Mrs. Moore.

The members of the town council are simply

concerned about you.

- Yes, they're worried
about your living out there

on that farm all alone.

- We think it might be better for you if

you move back into town.

What if you fell out there or--

- And we are prepared to make you a

very attractive offer--

- Out of consideration for
your husband's years of

service to the community.

- You think that 'cause
my husband's gone that

all of a sudden, I'm too
feeble to take care of myself?

- Oh no, no, of course not.

- No, certainly not, but
it's a large place out there

for one person and now that
your daughter is gone--

- That place ain't grown a
lick in all the years I've

taken care of it, and I
doubt it'll grow any now.

I packed my family off
'cause I don't want the

same thing happenin' to them that happened

to my Carlton.

- Now Mrs. Moore, I
performed an autopsy on your

husband to make you feel better.

A hatchet fell on him in the
barn, and he bled to death.

- Carlton wouldn't let
no hatchet fall on him.

He was killed, no matter
what anybody says.

And you can just go right on thinkin'

I'm senile if you want to.

- Well now, nobody thinks
that, but you know...

grief can have a powerful effect.

- Dean Bayley.

I appreciate your thinkin'
of me, and you too, Doc.

But you just go on back
to your college and back

to your hospital and
stop worryin' about me.

I was born on that land,
and I'm gonna die on it,

and there ain't nothing
more that needs to be said.

Now, I thank you both for comin' out.

(crow cawing)

(crow cawing)

(nature noises)

- And it used to be so nice.

(bird tweeting)

(ominous music)

(car door clicking)

Hello?

Sir?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Sir?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Um...

Can you...

Can you help me, please?

I seem to have locked my keys in the car.

(ominous music)

I seem to have locked my keys in the car.

Hello?

Sir?

(gasping for air)

(coughing and gasping for air)

(chatter)

- Hogan, Hogan.

Mike Hogan.

- No, Joel Hogan, I'm Mike Hogan.

- Oh yes, Joel Hogan, boy who was killed

by the sheriff's daughter.

Things have been so confused around here

since the sheriff left.

Have a seat.

Now what do you want to know?

- What happened to my brother?

I've heard conflicting stories.

- Well, his girlfriend
killed him with a hatchet,

and then she jumped off a fire escape.

It's about all there
is to it, both parties

being dead and all.

'Course, I haven't had
too much time around here

to do much follow-up.

What, with all the murders and the sheriff

losing his marbles like he did.

- He did?

- He was there when his daughter jumped

off the fire escape, you know.

- I heard he had a stroke.

- Well officially, he did, yes,

(sighing) but Doc White
said it was too much

for the poor old man,
he just lost his mind.

- I see.

- Then there was that knock
on the head he took out

in the woods a few days before.

That's when your brother
brought him in here delirious.

- [Michael] Joel was with the sheriff?

- Yeah, he was helping him
track down some poachers

way out the west end.

- That doesn't sound like Joel.

- Sheriff's not been the same since then.

- [Michael] Where is he now?

- He's up at the state hospital.

They say he's a vegetable.

- Do you think my brother's
murder could be tied

into the others around here?

- Officially, no.

But a lot of things have
been swept under the

rug since Sheriff Wilbois left.

- [Michael] What do you mean?

- Well, I've been told to
drop the investigation.

But confidentially, I think the
sheriff was on to something.

- [Michael] Like what?

- My hands are tied, 'cause
some very powerful people

in this town just don't
want this spread around.

Sheriff gave me this list, I haven't had

time to check it out.

If you wanna know what
happened to your brother,

that's a good place to start.

- Who are these people?

- Prominent citizens, most of them,

and some local rednecks,
that's all I know.

- And you said the sheriff and my brother

were out hunting poachers, where?

- Way out the west end, the Moores' place.

- Doc Moore, the veterinarian?

I heard he just died.

- Yeah, you knew him?

- Yeah, we were neighbors
when I was a kid.

- Listen Mr. Hogan, I'm not suggesting you

do anything, you understand?

But if you really wanna
know why your brother

was murdered, you might wanna
talk to Dr. Moore's widow.

Maybe she can tell you something.

- Maybe I will.

(ominous music)

(motorcycle revving)

(motorcycle zooming)

- What the?

What the hell, what?

Go on, go on around!

(thud)

(thud)

Go on!

(thud)
(motorcycle zooming)

(ominous music ascending)

What the hell?

Go on, go on!

(sighing)

Oh...

(motorcycle revving)

(ominous music ascending)

(train horn blaring)

- President, my fellow
senators, I was elected to this

body by a constituency committed to the

preservation of law and order.

And it is a threat to that
order, to the very lives

of every man, woman, and
child in this great country,

that I direct your attention today.

No sir, I will not yield,

what I have to say is of
the utmost importance.

- [Voiceover] See what I mean?

- For the last five minutes, all he's done

is (mumbling).

Will he ever notice this?

- If he chooses to.

- I'm talking about the
dogs, ladies and gentlemen.

The dogs are everywhere,
their evil is growing.

Man's best friend is
now his greatest enemy.

Oh yes, they wag their tails,
and tear out our hearts.

We pat their heads, and
they have our fingers

in their solid bones.

- So much for dinner.

- This dog thing has been an obsession

since we brought him here.

We just haven't got to the
root of its significance yet.

- I'm obviously wasting your time.

I thought he might be
able to tell me about

the night my brother died.

- Well, I believe that's
what he's doing now.

- We have no choice but to wipe them

off the face of the earth, eradicate them.

To get rid of them before
they get rid of us.

- I guess I've seen enough.

- I'm speaking to you, Senator.

Yes, Senator, you.

I implore you sir, please help me.

I can do nothing alone.

As you see, my hands are tied.

- He's not very into looks,

he hit one of the staff yesterday.

Will the senator yield for a question?

- Of course, Mr. President.

- The gentleman here from the city,

he would like a word with you.

- Sheriff, Senator Wilbois,
do you remember the night,

the night you lost your daughter?

- Tina.

- Yes, that's right, Tina.

- She never should've listened
to them, you know that.

- Listen to who?

- That's why she killed
you, because of them.

- No Sheriff, she didn't
kill me, she killed

my brother Joel.

- You weren't any good, but
you didn't deserve that.

- Sheriff, Senator,
why did Tina kill Joel?

Why did she do it?

- They told her to.

- Who told her to?

- The dogs.

- The dogs, what dogs?

- The dogs, out at the Moore place.

- The Moore place, what
does the Moore place

have to do with all this?

Did you go out to the
Moore place with Joel?

- I believe I've answered
your question, Senator.

I will not yield you another.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, thanks for trying.

- Tina...

Tina...

Tina.

- Yes, Daddy?

- Hi, honey.

- Mr. Hogan, I can't allow you to do that.

- Why?

Afraid I'll dislodge
that firm grip on reality

you've given him?

I'm right here Daddy, I'm right here.

- Honey, the doctor says I hit my head

out at the Moore place.

He says Joel brought me back to town.

I think you've been seeing too much

of that boy, honey.

- [Michael] Daddy, what
happened out at the Moore place?

Did you see something happen out there?

- What were you doing out
there with those people?

Don't you know I have
an election coming up?

- [Michael] I don't know what you mean.

- Those people, those
people and those dogs,

they're bad.

(ominous music)
Watch out for him, honey.

He's bad, oh god, he's bad!

- [Michael] Who's bad, Daddy, who?

- The doctor, and those dogs, they're bad.

- [Michael] That doctor, he's bad?

- That's Mr. President.

He's evil, but he's not bad.

The doctor's bad, I told you so.

He's bad.

And the dean, he's bad too.

They listen to the dogs.

The dogs tell them what to do.

(train horn blaring)

Mr. President...

My fellow senators...

The dogs told my daughter to kill Joel.

Her mother never raised
her to act like that.

It wasn't my fault that she died.

I was elected to this body,
by a constituency committed

to the preservation of law and order.

- I really must insist!

- Okay, sorry.

- As you say, his grasp
on reality is well,

I'm sorry he couldn't have
been more help to you.

- No, no, he was helpful.

- Well, I'm sure there's no harm done.

(ominous music)
(Wilbois muffled by music)

- [Wilbois] And their evil, destroyed.

- [Dr. White] Day after day.

I would call such gold
very, very encouraging,

especially in light of
our poor economic climate.

- That's because you
don't have to worry about

the logistics of it all.

Do you realize I've had to
order more of these amulets?

And they're not easy to find.

And at the rate of our
recruitment, we're going to

run short of monk's robes
before the next initiation.

(phone ringing)
- Use graduation gowns.

The university should be loaded with them.

- I don't know, we're, not
being too indiscriminate

in our recruitment.

We're not screening these people properly.

What if someone talks?

- Let him.

We've got the sheriff's office covered.

If someone talks, we
just thank him for being

good citizen and poof,
his house burns down

in the middle of the night.

And now the damn fool's smoking in bed.

(laughing)

- Dean, I can't understand
what has you so upset.

- Well frankly, it's the sacrifices.

Well, I didn't mind them at
first, and even on the campus.

God knows I haven't heard the last of that

from the administration.

- But we've taken the
heat off you now, correct?

They've been concentrating on vagrants

and people passing through.

- Yes you did, and I appreciate that.

But my god, doesn't the
sheer volume of the blood on

our hands bother you, either of you?

(phone ringing)
Well, there's no end in sight.

And look at the type of
people that we're attracting.

- Pillars of the community.

(phone ringing)
- Yes, some of them.

But they're not the ones
that are doing the killings.

- Oh, what's the difference?

They're paid a little
bit extra and we have

the sacrifice done for them,

so what is the difference?

- I joined this cult
for the advances and the

advantages that you promised me.

- You're not getting your share?

- Not to be a party to some kind of murder

incorporated, but you're
promising to have employers'

wives murdered for these people.

- Well hell's bells, Bayley,
you think you're the only one

who wants to get ahead in this world?

- That was the agreement
when you joined our cult.

By the same thinking,
one could say you still

owe a debt of blood to Caninus.

- There is no Caninus!

(phone ringing)

Now look, let's be reasonable.

I'm talking about some
phony god that we're

pitching to the feeble-minded,
I'm talking about

the fact that we are
surrounding ourselves with

a bunch of degenerates who like the idea

of killing innocent people!

- It's kind of late in the day to be

getting squeamish, isn't it?

- Senator, with all due respect,

you are the Grand Canis,
but I thought that

you came here to try to
mend the rift that is

developing in the cult.

There's a lunatic fringe
here, and if you don't

stop it now, it will destroy us.

(phone ringing)
- (slamming on desk) Enough!

I'll give you something to calm you down.

We can continue this discussion when our

current business has ended.

Take two of these.

Senator, now the reason we
are here in the first place--

- I've come down from
the capital to resolve

this nagging question about
the ceremonial grounds.

I understand they're still not ours.

- Well, this is only a matter of time.

- That's what I mean.

We can't expect people to
just bow to our wishes.

We've got to be flexible.

- We have disposed of
the biggest obstacle,

the owner of the land.

And his widow will be gone soon too.

- She must be off the land by tomorrow.

- We are working on her nerves.

Now the initiation ceremony
will not be rescheduled

because some old woman
chooses to be stubborn.

- [Senator] Good, good.

And after that, the rift
in the cult you speak of

will take care of itself.

I've sent a special envoy
to ensure our success.

(mysterious music)

Dean Bayley, death is still
a part of virtue of Caninus,

To deny it, as you have, is to deny him.

Those men and women you call degenerates,

abominations, they are the true believers.

Through the glory of Caninus
they can fulfill desires

no other god would allow.

Men like you who see only
the world advancement

we make possible, you
are the abominations.

- [Dr White] One of these
tablets has an intriguing effect

on the circulatory system.

I've always been curious
what two of them could do.

(spitting and gagging)

- I'm truly sorry Dean, but I am Caninus'

messenger on earth.

No one can say to me that he is not real.

You owed him a debt of blood.

And now, you must pay.

(ominous music)

- Well, I did what I could but,

with such a massive cerebral hemorrhage,

we'd better call an ambulance.

The poor dean, he has been under so

much pressure lately (chuckles),

we've all been worried about him.

Would you please send an ambulance

to the dean's office?

(chilling music)

(nature noises)

(phone ringing)

- Just a minute, hold your horses.

Hello, hello?

Hello!

Hello!

(phone ringing)

- Oh, for pity's sake!

A minute.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hello!

(ominous music ascending)

(phone ringing)

I don't believe this!

(whistle trilling)

- [Man on phone] Get out.

- What on earth?

- [Man on phone] Get out.

- Operator.

Operator, are you there, what?

(car engine running)

Now who the hell is that?

- Anybody home?

- Can I help you, young man?

- Mrs. Moore?

- Yes?

- Mrs. Moore, I'm Mike Hogan.

Remember years ago, my folks used to live

on the neighboring farm.

- Oh my goodness, yes!

Earnest and Sarah Logan.

You're one of their boys?

- Yes ma'am.

- And you had a brother.

His name was, oh...

- Joel, yes ma'am.

- Joel, that's right.

Well, just look at you.

I haven't seen you since
you was knee-high to

a grasshopper and sneakin'
in my watermelon patch.

You had a sister too, am I right?

- Yes ma'am.

- I heard your folks passed
away some years back.

They was real good people.

They sure doted on you boys.

- Yes ma'am.

I heard you lost your husband, sorry.

- We just buried him today.

But then you didn't
come out here after all

these years just to offer
your condolences, did you?

- No ma'am.

- Well, how about a cup of coffee?

I could sure use some
company right about now.

- [Mike] Sure.

- This handle's broke, but it still

makes the best coffee.

Now, I don't remember your brother ever

comin' out here with the sheriff.

Now, the sheriff did come out here though.

To run off these poachers been scarin'

off our livestock,
didn't do no good though.

- It didn't?

- No, sudden ruckus is
still goin' on only worse.

He drove out here one
night, was parked in our

front yard when Carlton and I went to bed,

and was gone in the morning.

Now, he never did say anything about it.

But then I read that he has a stroke

and leaves his office.

- I heard that when he came out here,

he might've seen something.

Could've got hit over the head
or something, is that true?

- I don't know.

- What could he have found out here?

- (huffs) You got me, son.

But I'll tell you what we
seen almost every night

up until about a week or so ago.

Fires, big ones, way
out back in the woods.

That's what the sheriff
came out to investigate.

And noises too, sounded
kinda like a chant.

We used to think that they was poachers.

At least Carlton did.

But I always thought that
they was something more

and whatever it is, killed
Carlton and wants me off my land.

- Why?

- Hell if I know!

- You know any of the people on this list?

- Yeah, most of them.

- Like who?

- These people have been
around town for a long time,

like Dean Bayley and Doc White.

(radio chatter)

They was at Carlton's
funeral, and real eager

to buy this place too, get me to leave.

- [Michael] Who else?

- Let's see, Harvey
Shell, he's the biggest

banker in town.

Elvira Moray, she's an artist.

There's the preacher.

Wyman, he's a professor at the university.

Earl, he owns the trophy shop downtown,

you know, folks like that.

- And the others, why
would they be on a list?

What do they all have in common?

- I don't know.

Where'd you get this list?

- The sheriff came up with
it before he had a stroke.

Suspected that they
might be tied in with the

murders in town.

(motorcycle revving)
- Could be.

Damn!

He's back!

(dramatic music)

Hey! Hey you there!

(motorcycle revving)

What the hell do you think you're doing!

He tried to run me off the road earlier!

(motorcycle revving)
(dramatic music)

Now listen, buster!

If you don't get on outta here I'm

gonna call the sheriff!

You hear me!

Who the hell are you?

What do you want?

I'm not gonna take anymore
from that little punk!

Now you go on and get outta here

or you're gonna get a load of buckshot

in your hind end!

All right, go on, get outta here!

Now go on!

I'm warnin' you!

(motorcycle revving)
(dramatic music)

Who the hell are you!

What do you want?

Go on, I'm warning you!

(gunshot)

(motorcycle revving)
(dramatic music)

I'll be damned if I'm gonna let them

run me off my own land!

- Who'd want you out of here?

- I don't know.

But I'm gettin' a pretty good idea of who

might be behind all this.

Why don't you sit down?

- Oh!

- Let me see that list again.

- Mrs. Moore, it seems to me you could

use some company right now.

Would you mind very much
if I stayed the night?

I could sleep on the couch.

- Aww, aren't you nice, but
there'd be no need for that,

I'll be all right.

- Really, I'd like to get to
the bottom of my brother's

death and you're the only
chance of that right now.

You and that list.

(phone ringing)

- [Man on phone] Get out.

Get out.

(dramatic music)

- I'll go get my things.

(adult contemporary music)

- Hi, Tinka.

Hi.

Did I wake you up?

Hey, how 'bout a swim?

(adult contemporary music)

Ouch.
(soda can pops)

(humming)

- [Guy] Well, that didn't take long.

- It never takes me long to get undressed.

- Oh, really?

(clanking)

What was that?

- I don't know.

- I'll go take a look.

- No, I'll go check, I'll be back.

No, no, I'll go see.

(jacuzzi bubbling)

Tinka, I told you never
to play with the candy!

Gosh, scared me to death.

- [Guy] Well, what was it?

- Nothing, the cat just
knocked over the candy dish.

- Ha, for a minute
there, I thought your mom

had come home.

- Nah, she's halfway to New York by now.

We're all alone, you like it?

- I love it.

(adult contemporary music)

- My, you're assertive.

- Course, I'm in my element, water.

- Obviously, captain of the swim team.

(jacuzzi bubbling)

(adult contemporary music)

(shuffling)

You know what really turned on about you?

- What?

- Your trunks.

- [Guy] My trunks?
- [Elvira] Uh-huh.

- They're what made me
just have to meet you.

- Oh yeah?

- Mm-hm.

You standing there in your trunks,

it really turned me on.

- Is that why you spilled a
Coke all over the coach's lap?

- I got your attention, didn't I?

- You've always had my attention,
you just didn't know it.

- Speaking of swim trunks...

- Well, I've got them.

I'm just not gonna tell
you where they're at.

So you like my trunks, huh?

- Mm-hm.

- Well, I've got something
else you might like.

(chilling music)

- Ah!

Ah, no, no!

(chilling music in time with stabbing)

(somber music)

- [Woman on phone] Central State College?

- [Michael] Yes, Dean
Bayley's office please?

- [Woman on phone] The
dean's calls are being taken

by the chancellor.

Would you hold please?

- Thank you.

- [Woman on phone]
Chancellor Young's office?

- Arthur Young's office?

- [Woman on phone] Yes, may I help you?

- Yes, I'm trying to
talk to Dean Bayley and

they put me through to you.

- [Woman on phone] Are you
a member of the family?

- Excuse me?

- [Woman on phone] Are you
a member of his family?

- No, no, this is a personal call.

- [Woman on phone] Oh, you haven't heard.

- What?

- [Woman on phone] The dean had a stroke

yesterday in his office.

Funeral services are scheduled for Friday.

- Thank you.

- How 'bout a couple eggs and some bacon,

start the morning off right?

- Dean Bayley died, he
had a stroke yesterday.

We're in the middle of something here,

this is no coincidence.

- Go on down the list.

Try Doc White next.

He was so eager to get me outta here.

- The hell am I gonna say to him?

- Make up something.

Find out why he wants this place so bad.

I know, bluff him.

Tell him you wanna buy it too.

- [Man on phone] County morgue?

- Dr. Hanz White, please.

- [Man on phone] I'm sorry,
he's in the autopsy room

right now, can I take a message?

- How long will he be?

- [Man on phone] Oh, I have
no way of knowing that, sir

but if you'll simply leave your name...

(bell ringing)

- Hello?

(clicking) Hello?

- [Gracie] What's the matter?

- The line went dead.

- Those no-good bastards!

Well, they ain't gonna get rid of me!

You got any work clothes with you?

- Yeah.

- Oh, good.

So's you'll fit in, you
can't do much around here

if you look like an outsider.

- I guess not.

- Well, I need your help, son.

You see, they ain't gonna
run me offa my own land.

And I'm gonna find out
who killed my Carlton.

(ominous music)

Now let's just go down that list we got.

Check out each name, one at a time.

This is Mary and Elvira Moray's place.

Maybe they can tell us something.

I've known Elvira Moray
and her mother for years.

She's a student at the college,
and a very respected artist.

They'd be the last to
be mixed up in murder.

That's funny.

She always keeps this door locked.

(adult contemporary music)
Elvira?

Mary?

She's always playing that
damn radio like she's deaf.

Would you go turn that thing down?

Elvira?

Mary?

Is anybody home?

Elvira?

Oh, look!

That door's open too.

Well, maybe she's out in back.

Come on.

Elvira!

Are you there?

Elvira!

Are you out here?

- Hold on, I don't think
you wanna see this.

(mysterious music)

(sighs deeply)

(gasping)

- Oh, those murderers!

God!

- Look at this.

Deputy said they found
coins at all those murders.

- This is beginning to
make some sense to me.

- What do you mean?

- This coin, it's got a
picture of a dog on it.

- Right?

- What kind of a dog?

- I don't know, a big dog, a police dog.

- Or a Doberman?

- Yeah, I guess it could be.

- Listen, my husband was a vet.

He knew just about every
animal in the county,

and their owners too.

Doc White raises dogs, champion dogs.

Dobermans.

Doc White, he was at Carlton's funeral.

He wanted to buy my land,
he wants me offa there, why?

There could be some connection.

Come on, you've got some calls to make.

Are you good at changing your voice?

(ominous music)

- [Michael] Officer?

Yes, yes, I want to report a murder.

Elvira Moray.

Yes, you know where she lives?

Yes, that's right, thank you very much.

(phone ringing)

- Hello, county morgue?

Yes, just a moment, please.

Doctor.

- Yes?

Hello?

- Hello, Dr. White?

My name is Michael Hogan.

I understand you're interested
in obtaining some land

out in the west end, a farm belonging to

a widow woman, Gracie Moore?

- Why do you want to know?

- [Michael] It seems I'm
interested in the same

property for personal
reasons, and the woman

is ready to sell to me.

- Why are you telling me this?

- [Michael] I just
wanted to know how badly

you wanted the land.

- What did you say your name was?

- [Michael] Michael Hogan.

The widow woman says you're
real eager to buy it up, why?

- I don't think that's
any of your business.

By the way, are you an agent?

- [Michael] No, just an
interested buyer myself.

Maybe if we cooperated...

- Would you excuse us, please?

- Certainly, Doctor.

- Listen sir, you don't
want that land, believe me.

The land is of use to no one except me.

And I'm not interested in
buying it with any partners.

And the owner is not going
to sell to you anyhow

because I know her.

My advice to you is sir
is, go back where you came

from and forget about the place.

- [Michael] Well, listen
Doctor, thank you for your time.

- Yes, what was your name again?

- [Michael] Michael Hogan,
and I'll be in touch.

(ominous music)

- [Gracie] That's Doc
White's place, right there.

He lives alone, so there shouldn't be

anybody else around.

But we don't wanna attract
no attention, so let's

go around in the back.

He keeps his dogs back there.

(dogs barking and snarling)

You can tell a lot about
folks (muffled by barking).

Quiet now, quiet girl.

We don't want him to know we're here.

Quiet.

- Maybe there's another way in.

- Go on, see if you can find one,

I'll get these dogs quieted down.

(dogs barking and snarling)
(ominous music)

Quiet, shh, shh, shh.

Settle down, settle down,

that's it, atta girl.

That's right, that's right.

(garage door rumbling)

(dogs barking and snarling)

Odd, what's a doc doing with

a bunch of monk's robes?

- Hey, look at this.

You were right.

- Let's see what else
we can find around here.

Look at this.

Look.

It's a map of the west end,

and there's my place there.

That's on my land!

I bet you that's where
all them noises and the

lights have been coming from.

Let's see what else is in here.

- Hey hey, listen to this.

It's about some sort of...

cult that requires the
building of a corpus out

of parts from different victims.

You heard of some sort
of cult around here?

- No.

Let's see, in 16, whatever.

"A preacher named Martin
Bradford founded the cult,

"claiming that a demon
revealed itself to him.

"A demon that took the form of a dog."

God dog Caninus.

"The Caninus promised its
followers that if they offered

"a human sacrifice to him,
a sacrifice out of the body

"made of the most perfect
parts of several humans,

"they could achieve
power, perhaps immortality

"through resurrection."

It goes on to say that
Martin Bradford died before

the cult became too popular
and it too died after a while.

Legend has it that Bradford
will return from the dead

to reclaim the cult Caninus
and lead its followers

into power here on earth.

- I knew that the doc was
mixed up in something.

Let's see, it says, "The
sacrifices are deemed to

"take place on the night
before the first phase

"of the new moon."

Calendar here.

And look at that,
tomorrow is the new moon.

- Let me see that map.

Now, do you see this road here?

- Yeah.

- That looks like the road
that goes by our old place.

- Yeah, it does.

Let's just mosey on out
and see what's there.

(dramatic music)
(dogs barking and snarling)

This road look familiar?

Anything like it did when you were a kid?

- Exactly.

Never thought I'd be coming back here.

- Things don't change much
out here in the country.

There's somebody here.

(mysterious music)

What's wrong, son?

- That's my sister's car.

- Looks like she broke down.

- Only the keys are locked inside.

She drove out here yesterday and she was

gonna go straight home.

- Well, maybe she caught
a ride back to town.

Folks out here can be real helpful.

- Yeah, I guess so.

- 'Sides, the ceremonial
grounds aren't too far

from here now, and I'm dying to see what

they got out there.

- Okay.

(mysterious music)

- This is far as we can drive.

We'll have to go on foot from here.

You recognize any of
this when you were a kid?

- Been so long.

- You better watch out for traps, they may

have set some up.

These folks like their privacy.

- Oh, great.

- So this is it, this is where them lights

have been coming from.

- Looks like some sorta--

- Altar.

A ceremonial altar.

And all the time, I
thought they was poachers.

- I never seen anything like this before.

- Looks like it's been built recently.

- Look at this.

- Oh my god.

- Who can they be?

- I don't know.

Maybe some of them college girls.

Maybe somebody else.

- (sighs) Shouldn't we call the police?

- The police? Hell no!

They may be in on it.

And if Doc White's one
of the ringleaders, no.

We gotta do something ourselves.

- Ourselves?

Mrs. Moore, this is bigger than us.

- I know it's big, but--

- We don't know what we're up against.

- Son, you're forgettin' your upbringing.

Folks out here learn
to fend for themselves.

If we waited for the
authorities to solve anything,

nothin'd get done.

- What do you wanna do?

- Well, I got an idea.

But you're gonna have to help me,

I can't do it by myself.

Remember, they killed
your own flesh and blood.

- Okay, so what do we do?

- Surprise, we got the
element of surprise.

And I think we can end the whole thing

if we just don't tip our hat.

- We're gonna need more
than that shotgun of yours.

(mysterious music)

I've just got one
question, how did a sweet

little lady ever come up
with a plan like this?

- Honey, when you live in the
country as long as I have,

you learn to outsmart the other guy.

When they light that fire,
and it catches the gunpowder,

and hits that gas tank...

- Boom!

Made it Ma, top of the world!

- Yeah.

Well come on, we got lots to do.

(haunting music)

- [Cult Members] Almighty Caninus.

Almighty Caninus.

Almighty Caninus.

Almighty Caninus.

(chanting)

(crickets chirping)

Now, if I don't miss my guess, we may run

into some real fanatics here.

There's no tellin' what they're up to

and this time, they'll
probably be expecting us.

(door creaks)

I'll wait until that scum on the motorbike

treats us another visit tonight.

But we'll be ready for him.

You know how to use one of these?

- Sure.

- Let's gather them all up.

'Cause there's no tellin' how many guns

of their own they'll have.

(crickets chirping)

(motorcycle zooming)

He's back.

- Who?

- That damn motorcycle!

He's back!

Come on.

(dramatic music)

Carlton kept some barbed
wire around here somewheres,

see if you can find it.

(motorcycle revving)

- This is all I could find.

- Oh, that'll do just fine.

Here, gimme the end of it.

Now bring this wire over to that tree,

and tie it up about three
feet off the ground.

Go on.

(motorcycle zooming)
(dramatic music)

I hope the kerosene works.

We will pretty soon.

You wanna help me move this thing?

- Sure.

- Oh, good.

Carlton hardly would let me touch it.

(parts clanking and squealing)

Now I'm gonna keep going and drive on it,

then crank her up.

- I hope this puppy starts.

- He hasn't run it in 10 years.

- Great.

(motorcycle zooming)
- [Gracie] Get ready.

He's comin'.

Okay, get ready now.

(motorcycle zooming)

Now!

(engine weakly turning over)

- Shit, 10 years?

- Now!

(engine turning over)

- Maybe he'll come around
again, give us another shot.

(dramatic music)

(motorcycle revving)

- Come over, little punk.

Make for that wire, I dare you!

He's gonna get away.

- [Michael] I think he's coming.

- Here he comes.

He's goin' around this way.

- [Michael] Huh?

- He's goin' around this way.

All right now,

make it ready.

- Tell that to your tractor.

- Now!

(engine starting)
(motorcycle revving)

(sighing)

(explosion)

- My god, I know it's
awful son, but come on,

we gotta keep going, we
got some weapons to stash.

- [Cult Members] Almighty Caninus.

Almighty Caninus.

Almighty Caninus.

- [Dr. White] Members,
brothers and sisters,

again, we bid you welcome.

- [Cult Members] Welcome.

- And of Caninus, our lord and master,

we will obey.

(cult members chant)

- The Caninus command.

And what does Caninus command?

- [Cult Members] Death.

- Caninus commands death and resurrection.

Brothers and sisters,
you have labored well

in the service of our lord
and master and despite

the growing schism within our ranks,

you have rendered him strong again.

And tonight, dear brothers
and sisters, the descendants

of our founder, Martin Bradford,

will restore his earthly
vessel so that tomorrow,

this world shall belong to us,

the servants of Caninus,

followers of Martin Bradford.

Make ready the sacrifice.

(swooshing noise)
(mysterious music)

(cult members chanting)
(dog snarling)

From each of the souls given our master,

the juice of life.

- [Cult Members] Almighty Caninus.

Almighty Caninus.

- We gotta be careful,
they might have lookouts.

- [Cult Members] Almighty Caninus.

Almighty Cani--

- What the hell is that?

- [Cult Members] Almighty Caninus.

Almighty Caninus.

- Ordained Master Caninus, let
your founder Martin Bradford

return to show us the way.

Let him honor the dead with his blessed

resurrection to lead his army to conquer

this world of unbelievers.

Martin Bradford, father of our flock,

has returned.

- I never seen anything like this before.

- I live, and who beckons
the master's disciple?

- [Dr. White] Your
children, Martin Bradford,

the vanguard of your new order.

- Why, he's a senator, from Washington.

I seen him on television.

- This world has lost its fear of

the powers of darkness, Father Martin.

It now lies naked and
defenseless at your feet,

but now is the time for you to claim it

in the name of Caninus.

(dog snarling)

- I have been with neither,

I have won as my mantle
the screams of souls.

I have beaten time itself.

I have dealt with the master,

and I will do his will on earth.

- We are the first warriors
in your holy crusade.

Let the blessed rebirth begin.

- Begin yes, but not before
the lukewarm are cast out.

Only the true believers shall enter the

kingdom of Caninus.

Are we true believers?

- [Cult Members] We are true believers.

- Let us begin.

Let us partake together

of the juice of life.

(swooshing noise)

- You are now one with the masters.

His legion of the undead,
his true children.

(cult members chanting)

Let now this mask of
puny flesh come forth.

- [Dr. White] The first
warriors in your holy crusade.

Let the blessed rebirth begin!

(cult members chanting)

- [Gracie] What's wrong, son?

- That's my sister there.

- How do you know?

- She was wearing that coat the last

time I saw her.

- Oh my god!

- We know that the are among us

the lukewarm, who question
the word of Brother White,

the wisdom of his work
in the name of Caninus.

Let it be known here and
now, that these lukewarms

shall be destroyed, spat out, eliminated.

This shall be our first
duty, our first offering

to his lord and master.

- Wait, son, wait.

We can't go down there now, we just can't.

I got an idea.

Get ready, son.

Here it goes!

(gunshot)

(flame roaring)

(explosion)

(dogs barking)

- No, do not run!

(explosion)

Time to face the enemy.

(gunshot)

You have defied the master Caninus.

Do not run, stop!

(gunshot)

(monster growling)
(dog barking)

We are true believers
that move that we may

stand and face the enemy!

- [Gracie] I don't believe it.

Where are they?

- [Michael] How many you think got away?

- Plenty, more than we killed.

And we can't track them at night.

- Lord and master Caninus,
forgive the unbelievers

for their transgressions.

- Come on, follow me.

- Forgive them, for they
know not what they do.

- Doc, it's over.

- Gracie Moore.

Our cult is just beginning.

His lord and master has just begun

his reign on earth.

- Doc, I've known you for
a long time, and I don't

blame you for Carlton's
death, I really don't,

but I think your mind is
snapped, and if you don't stop,

so help me, I'll shoot!

- Bullets cannot hurt me.

- I'm warning you!

Now stop it, Doc, do you hear me!

- Come with us, and you will see

how your life will improve.

Come!

- Doc!

I'm warning you!

Now don't, Doc!

Don't, please, no!

Doc!

(gunshot)

(dramatic music)

- I knew you couldn't do it.

- Why, why?

I thought you came to heal the schisms.

- Oh, but I have.

- What did he mean by a schism?

- You will see.

- [Bradford] I'm sorry that
had to happen, Michael.

You know it was unavoidable.

He lacked patience, Michael.

He was too eager,

his tactics had to be stopped.

It cost the life of my
brother, and now you

have my sister, but the debt to Caninus

had to be paid.

- And what of the lady who
so willingly helped you?

- She's no believer, but
her life should be spared.

- Perhaps she could be helpful to us.

As the cult of Caninus grows, the benefits

will be astounding.

- Murderers!

You kill my husband and you're trying to

drive me off my land.

Why, Michael Hogan?

Why help me, for this!

- You can have eternal powers.

You could live forever.

It's easy.

- Damn you, damn your cult!

Damn you!

(gun clicking)

(laughing)

- You'll have eternity, Gracie Moore.

- Come join us, Gracie Moore (laughing)!

- Join us.

(Bradford laughing)

- Damn you!

(gunshot)

(mysterious music)

(gunshot)

Thank god, it's over.

(dramatic music)

(roaring)

(hissing)

("Revenge" by Rod Slane)

(somber music)