Monsters (1988–1990): Season 1, Episode 11 - Rouse Him Not - full transcript
A painter finds out that something weird lives in her basement.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[FATHER SIGHS]
[EXCLAIMING IN ANNOYANCE]
[UTENSILS CLATTERING]
Honey, it's family hour,
there must be something on.
DAUGHTER:
Oh, wow, Candied Critters!
[FATHER EXCLAIMS]
Oh, great. It's Monsters,
our favorite show!
[MONSTROUS LAUGH]
[SHUSHING]
It's starting.
[MONSTROUS LAUGH]
[FATHER CHUCKLES]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[WHINES]
[WHINES]
Those rats again?
Forget it.
You'll never catch one.
Not until you go on a diet.
Get away from there!
Keep off my property!
I'll set my dog on you!
Heidi!
Heidi!
Some guard dog.
[GASPS]
Sorry if I startled you.
I was just about to knock.
If you're a friend
of Mr. Ritzen's...
Not guilty.
I've never had the pleasure
of meeting Mr. Ritzen,
though I intend to.
Is everything all right?
I saw a man running
from the house.
That was Mr. Ritzen.
He likes to peek
through windows.
Oh, I see.
Forgive me.
My name is Thunston.
John Thunston.
Linda McGuire.
I'm very glad
to meet you.
I wrote to you
about an article
I'm researching.
Oh, right. About...
Local superstitions.
Do you mind
if I ask you a few questions
about this house?
I was just about to
make some coffee.
Come on in.
[SNIFFING]
LINDA: It's not
my usual style at all.
I thought I was
gonna be painting
something pastoral, but...
Still, my agent says
people like weird stuff.
You're not from
around here,
are you, Linda?
Is it that obvious?
No, you're right.
I'm from New York.
You take milk and sugar?
Just milk, thank you.
I couldn't buy a closet there
for what I pay for this place.
I've been here
about six weeks.
Then you've probably
heard of Crett Marrowby.
Didn't he use to live here?
I've heard Ritzen
call this place
"The Marrowby house."
Crett Marrowby
built this house
and lived here
till they hanged him
for witchcraft and murder.
What?
[HEIDI GROWLS]
Heidi.
God, I hope she's all right.
She must be here.
Maybe this way.
Heidi Here, girl.
Where are you?
I could swear that sound
came from down here.
Maybe it wasn't her at all.
Maybe it was...
a wild dog outside.
Coyote, even.
I hope you're right.
[SIGHS] I have
a bad feeling.
Linda.
Was this all covered over
when you moved in?
Yeah. I wanted to
make this a gallery.
I got someone from town to
come in and take a look.
Called himself
a "damp specialist."
And he started by
breaking up the old floor?
He said that's where
the damp was coming from.
Next day he called in sick
and never came back.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[BLOWS]
Take a look at these.
What does your painter's eye
make of that design?
[LIGHT BULB BUZZING]
I gotta get
that wiring fixed.
Well, it looks like
the points of a star.
A five-pointed star.
Someone painted
an ancient occult symbol
on the original stone floor
covering this circle.
When your specialist
ripped up the floor,
he destroyed the pentacle.
Pentacle?
You think Crett Marrowby
did this?
No. These are part of
The Seal of Solomon,
used to ward off evil.
My guess is it was put here
to keep something away.
Or maybe...
to keep it locked up.
Like a genie in a bottle.
I'm gonna go visit
the courthouse,
see what else I can
dig up about Marrowby.
And I think I'll pay a call
on your neighbor, Mr. Ritzen.
[BUBBLING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Good afternoon, Linda.
I hope you don't mind,
I've brought a visitor.
No, come on in.
Thank you.
Mr. Ritzen has kindly
offered to share his knowledge
of Crett Marrowby with us.
RITZEN: I said
maybe I would.
See there?
Just like I told you.
Witchcraft.
Easy now, Mr. Ritzen.
Ms. McGuire is a painter.
A sensitive artist.
That doesn't
make her a witch.
Thank you.
I don't see what
you're doing here anyhow,
stirring things up,
rousing 'em.
You don't belong here
and you never will.
I don't have to
listen to this.
I think what Mr. Ritzen
is trying to tell you, Linda,
is that he's
concerned about you.
You see, he knows things
about this house
other folks don't.
Isn't that right,
Mr. Ritzen?
I know things.
And being a gentleman,
naturally, he's worried
about you living here alone.
That's why he's been
keeping a neighborly eye
on you. Right, Mr. Ritzen?
I reckon.
Mr. Ritzen...
Can I get you a drink?
I've got some bourbon
over here you might like.
Well, I've tasted
a lot better.
Tasted a lot worse too.
Well, now, about
Crett Marrowby.
Marrowby.
Well, I heard the story
from my great-grandmother
when I was a boy.
She heard it from
her grandfather.
Way she told it,
Marrowby killed a preacher
who was trying to
run him out of town.
Preacher died of a stab
right through the heart.
Then, right here,
right in this house...
right in this cellar,
they found a wax dummy
of the preacher
and a needle
stuck right
through the heart.
Go on.
Fear of God
come on Marrowby,
and he pleaded guilty.
Said if he didn't repent,
the devil would carry him
straight to hell.
Stood up in court,
confessed to black magic.
[BUBBLING]
Confessed to murder.
"Death," says the judge.
Walked him right out,
put him on a scaffold.
That's when he
gave his warning.
JOHN: Warning?
He warned not to
use black magic.
He said some things
I don't understand.
What things?
Strange words.
"Let familiar be," he said.
"Rouse him not," he said.
Then...
off he swung.
They buried him
someplace hereabouts.
The cellar.
They say Marrowby's spirit's
down there still.
[LOW GROWLING]
RITZEN: They dug
him up once.
Drove a ash stake
through his heart.
That don't keep the spirit
from roaming.
His spirit.
That's right.
His immortal spirit.
[GROWLING]
[RITZEN SCREAMS]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
It's me, Thunston.
[EXHALES NERVOUSLY]
Thank God.
I was going
out of my mind.
He's gone. Not a trace of him.
That creature must have
taken him back to its lair.
This is the only way out.
No. I think
there's another way.
That circle. I think it must
be some kind of a doorway
to wherever that thing lives.
It's gone now
but it will be back
when it gets hungry again.
Probably at midnight.
That's the time
strange things awaken.
I never thought
I'd feel sorry
for Mr. Ritzen.
There was nothing
we could do.
Do you think...
H... Heidi...
That creature...
I'm sorry.
This is so insane.
What am I gonna do?
Is there somewhere
you can go?
Linda, listen to me.
Something has drawn me
to this house for a purpose.
I can't explain it exactly.
All I know is that
I must finish this.
Face to face.
And I will do it.
You're going after it?
Tonight.
You don't even
have a weapon.
I have a weapon.
Oh, a sword.
You're going
after that monster
with a sword?
[SIGHS]
This is no ordinary sword.
This blade is pure silver.
[BUBBLING]
JOHN: Evil hates silver.
LINDA: It is beautiful.
What's this writing mean?
I never was
any good at Latin.
[SPEAKING LATIN]
"So perish
all thine enemies,
O Lord."
I'd still feel
a lot happier
with a machine gun.
Believe me, bullets would
have no effect on
whatever is down there.
Linda, you should
leave this house
until it's over.
LINDA: This is my house now,
not Crett Marrowby's.
[TICKING]
[SIGHS]
I wish this didn't
feel like the last supper.
What was that thing anyway?
Marrowby's spirit?
Not if they put a stake
through his heart
to keep him quiet, no.
Not Marrowby.
His familiar.
An attendant's spirit.
Familiar. You mean
like a witch's cat?
Familiars come in
all shapes and sizes,
none of them
very pleasant.
They feed on
their owner's blood,
anyone else's
if they can get it.
When they hung Marrowby,
his familiar stayed here,
hidden...
hungry...
waiting its chance.
I thought that thing
looked a little physical
for a spirit.
Remember what you told me
about the pentacle keeping
evil locked up?
Like a genie in a bottle?
I remember.
I let the genie out
of the bottle, didn't I?
Don't blame yourself.
No one could
have known what was
under that cellar floor.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[BUBBLING]
[CLOCK CHIMING]
It's time.
[LOW GROWLING]
[LOW GROWLING]
JOHN: Come out!
[GROWLS]
[SCREAMING]
Come out and face me!
[GROWLS]
[GUNSHOTS]
Here, take me!
I'm gonna
get you something...
for your hand.
It's over.
I think you'll find
you can open
your gallery now.
I'm not sure
I still want to.
You were right.
That's no ordinary sword.
It was made by
St. Thunston in England
nearly a thousand years ago.
He was a silversmith
before he was a saint.
Thunston.
Thunston.
So perish all thine enemies,
O Lord.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[FATHER SIGHS]
[EXCLAIMING IN ANNOYANCE]
[UTENSILS CLATTERING]
Honey, it's family hour,
there must be something on.
DAUGHTER:
Oh, wow, Candied Critters!
[FATHER EXCLAIMS]
Oh, great. It's Monsters,
our favorite show!
[MONSTROUS LAUGH]
[SHUSHING]
It's starting.
[MONSTROUS LAUGH]
[FATHER CHUCKLES]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[WHINES]
[WHINES]
Those rats again?
Forget it.
You'll never catch one.
Not until you go on a diet.
Get away from there!
Keep off my property!
I'll set my dog on you!
Heidi!
Heidi!
Some guard dog.
[GASPS]
Sorry if I startled you.
I was just about to knock.
If you're a friend
of Mr. Ritzen's...
Not guilty.
I've never had the pleasure
of meeting Mr. Ritzen,
though I intend to.
Is everything all right?
I saw a man running
from the house.
That was Mr. Ritzen.
He likes to peek
through windows.
Oh, I see.
Forgive me.
My name is Thunston.
John Thunston.
Linda McGuire.
I'm very glad
to meet you.
I wrote to you
about an article
I'm researching.
Oh, right. About...
Local superstitions.
Do you mind
if I ask you a few questions
about this house?
I was just about to
make some coffee.
Come on in.
[SNIFFING]
LINDA: It's not
my usual style at all.
I thought I was
gonna be painting
something pastoral, but...
Still, my agent says
people like weird stuff.
You're not from
around here,
are you, Linda?
Is it that obvious?
No, you're right.
I'm from New York.
You take milk and sugar?
Just milk, thank you.
I couldn't buy a closet there
for what I pay for this place.
I've been here
about six weeks.
Then you've probably
heard of Crett Marrowby.
Didn't he use to live here?
I've heard Ritzen
call this place
"The Marrowby house."
Crett Marrowby
built this house
and lived here
till they hanged him
for witchcraft and murder.
What?
[HEIDI GROWLS]
Heidi.
God, I hope she's all right.
She must be here.
Maybe this way.
Heidi Here, girl.
Where are you?
I could swear that sound
came from down here.
Maybe it wasn't her at all.
Maybe it was...
a wild dog outside.
Coyote, even.
I hope you're right.
[SIGHS] I have
a bad feeling.
Linda.
Was this all covered over
when you moved in?
Yeah. I wanted to
make this a gallery.
I got someone from town to
come in and take a look.
Called himself
a "damp specialist."
And he started by
breaking up the old floor?
He said that's where
the damp was coming from.
Next day he called in sick
and never came back.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[BLOWS]
Take a look at these.
What does your painter's eye
make of that design?
[LIGHT BULB BUZZING]
I gotta get
that wiring fixed.
Well, it looks like
the points of a star.
A five-pointed star.
Someone painted
an ancient occult symbol
on the original stone floor
covering this circle.
When your specialist
ripped up the floor,
he destroyed the pentacle.
Pentacle?
You think Crett Marrowby
did this?
No. These are part of
The Seal of Solomon,
used to ward off evil.
My guess is it was put here
to keep something away.
Or maybe...
to keep it locked up.
Like a genie in a bottle.
I'm gonna go visit
the courthouse,
see what else I can
dig up about Marrowby.
And I think I'll pay a call
on your neighbor, Mr. Ritzen.
[BUBBLING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Good afternoon, Linda.
I hope you don't mind,
I've brought a visitor.
No, come on in.
Thank you.
Mr. Ritzen has kindly
offered to share his knowledge
of Crett Marrowby with us.
RITZEN: I said
maybe I would.
See there?
Just like I told you.
Witchcraft.
Easy now, Mr. Ritzen.
Ms. McGuire is a painter.
A sensitive artist.
That doesn't
make her a witch.
Thank you.
I don't see what
you're doing here anyhow,
stirring things up,
rousing 'em.
You don't belong here
and you never will.
I don't have to
listen to this.
I think what Mr. Ritzen
is trying to tell you, Linda,
is that he's
concerned about you.
You see, he knows things
about this house
other folks don't.
Isn't that right,
Mr. Ritzen?
I know things.
And being a gentleman,
naturally, he's worried
about you living here alone.
That's why he's been
keeping a neighborly eye
on you. Right, Mr. Ritzen?
I reckon.
Mr. Ritzen...
Can I get you a drink?
I've got some bourbon
over here you might like.
Well, I've tasted
a lot better.
Tasted a lot worse too.
Well, now, about
Crett Marrowby.
Marrowby.
Well, I heard the story
from my great-grandmother
when I was a boy.
She heard it from
her grandfather.
Way she told it,
Marrowby killed a preacher
who was trying to
run him out of town.
Preacher died of a stab
right through the heart.
Then, right here,
right in this house...
right in this cellar,
they found a wax dummy
of the preacher
and a needle
stuck right
through the heart.
Go on.
Fear of God
come on Marrowby,
and he pleaded guilty.
Said if he didn't repent,
the devil would carry him
straight to hell.
Stood up in court,
confessed to black magic.
[BUBBLING]
Confessed to murder.
"Death," says the judge.
Walked him right out,
put him on a scaffold.
That's when he
gave his warning.
JOHN: Warning?
He warned not to
use black magic.
He said some things
I don't understand.
What things?
Strange words.
"Let familiar be," he said.
"Rouse him not," he said.
Then...
off he swung.
They buried him
someplace hereabouts.
The cellar.
They say Marrowby's spirit's
down there still.
[LOW GROWLING]
RITZEN: They dug
him up once.
Drove a ash stake
through his heart.
That don't keep the spirit
from roaming.
His spirit.
That's right.
His immortal spirit.
[GROWLING]
[RITZEN SCREAMS]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
It's me, Thunston.
[EXHALES NERVOUSLY]
Thank God.
I was going
out of my mind.
He's gone. Not a trace of him.
That creature must have
taken him back to its lair.
This is the only way out.
No. I think
there's another way.
That circle. I think it must
be some kind of a doorway
to wherever that thing lives.
It's gone now
but it will be back
when it gets hungry again.
Probably at midnight.
That's the time
strange things awaken.
I never thought
I'd feel sorry
for Mr. Ritzen.
There was nothing
we could do.
Do you think...
H... Heidi...
That creature...
I'm sorry.
This is so insane.
What am I gonna do?
Is there somewhere
you can go?
Linda, listen to me.
Something has drawn me
to this house for a purpose.
I can't explain it exactly.
All I know is that
I must finish this.
Face to face.
And I will do it.
You're going after it?
Tonight.
You don't even
have a weapon.
I have a weapon.
Oh, a sword.
You're going
after that monster
with a sword?
[SIGHS]
This is no ordinary sword.
This blade is pure silver.
[BUBBLING]
JOHN: Evil hates silver.
LINDA: It is beautiful.
What's this writing mean?
I never was
any good at Latin.
[SPEAKING LATIN]
"So perish
all thine enemies,
O Lord."
I'd still feel
a lot happier
with a machine gun.
Believe me, bullets would
have no effect on
whatever is down there.
Linda, you should
leave this house
until it's over.
LINDA: This is my house now,
not Crett Marrowby's.
[TICKING]
[SIGHS]
I wish this didn't
feel like the last supper.
What was that thing anyway?
Marrowby's spirit?
Not if they put a stake
through his heart
to keep him quiet, no.
Not Marrowby.
His familiar.
An attendant's spirit.
Familiar. You mean
like a witch's cat?
Familiars come in
all shapes and sizes,
none of them
very pleasant.
They feed on
their owner's blood,
anyone else's
if they can get it.
When they hung Marrowby,
his familiar stayed here,
hidden...
hungry...
waiting its chance.
I thought that thing
looked a little physical
for a spirit.
Remember what you told me
about the pentacle keeping
evil locked up?
Like a genie in a bottle?
I remember.
I let the genie out
of the bottle, didn't I?
Don't blame yourself.
No one could
have known what was
under that cellar floor.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[BUBBLING]
[CLOCK CHIMING]
It's time.
[LOW GROWLING]
[LOW GROWLING]
JOHN: Come out!
[GROWLS]
[SCREAMING]
Come out and face me!
[GROWLS]
[GUNSHOTS]
Here, take me!
I'm gonna
get you something...
for your hand.
It's over.
I think you'll find
you can open
your gallery now.
I'm not sure
I still want to.
You were right.
That's no ordinary sword.
It was made by
St. Thunston in England
nearly a thousand years ago.
He was a silversmith
before he was a saint.
Thunston.
Thunston.
So perish all thine enemies,
O Lord.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]