Waxwork II: Lost in Time

Oh! Oh, my goodness!

It's over, Sarah. It's finally over.

A cab. Come on.

Taxi!

31 5 Rosebud.

So, uh, pretty big blaze back there.

Really? We hadn't noticed.

What are we going to do, Mark?

We're just gonna pretend like nothing happened.

Go home, go to sleep, get up, and go to class.

But what if one of those creatures got out?

How? We burned that place down to the ground.

Nothing could have escaped that inferno.

I just hope you're right.

We're here.

Try and get some sleep.

We'll talk about things in the morning.

Okay.

Well, well, well, if it ain't Cinderella.

I can explain, Stepfather. I--

Shut up!

You know what your mother said to me before she died?

- No, sir. - She said--

"Take care of my precious daughter."

Precious-frickin' daughter!

It's 3 o-friggin' clock in the morning.

- You don't understand. - Oh, I understand.

You've been out hanging around

with that bunch of frat-brat college idiots again.

Shit! Look at that dress!

That was your mother's favorite!

Go and get cleaned up and go to bed.

I told you to go to bed.

I don't want to see your face till morning.

I'll deal with you then. Now get out of here.

You're pushing it, Sarah.

Now you better get out of here. I'm warning you.

Sarah!

Let go of him!

Mark, you said it was over!

You said it was over!

I'm afraid the facts speak for themselves,

good people of the jury.

This girI's loving, caring stepfather--

a man, I might add, who one neighbor described

as a "kind, generous person"--

I told her not to use the hand story.

We could have built a great manslaughter case.

...when this vicious, cold-blooded,

shameless act took place!

And what is her only defense?

Ladies and gentlemen,

empty excuses.

And she blames it...

on a hand.

A hand that the accused claims

followed her home from a wax museum

which she admittedly was at

when it very mysteriously

burned to the ground...

- killing-- - Objection, your honor!

My learned colleague has forgotten the case yet again.

Does the burning down of the wax museum

have any bearing whatsoever

on whether the accused killed her stepfather or not?

Your Honor, the latest body count at the Waxworks is 200.

200 people.

200 human lives.

And I think that if this defendant,

the accused,

is in any way involved--

Objection!

Objection sustained.

Please delete that last remark from the record.

Sarah didn't kill anyone, you idiots!

It was the waxworks themselves!

- They came alive! - Order!

I saw it!

Let go of me! She's telling the truth!

Do you understand me? She's telling the truth!

Just leave her alone!

She didn't do anything, I tell you!

Come on! Let go!

Silly question, but how do you feel?

Look, Sarah, it's gonna work out.

It's got to.

Cabbie, 64 Wargrave Road, please.

Thanks.

Where?

Sir Wilfred's.

This is the only room we haven't checked.

What are we supposed to be looking for?

I don't know. He just told me to come here if there was ever any trouble.

Good afternoon, Mark.

- Afternoon, Sarah. - Sir Wilfred?

Hope you're both doing well.

Put it this way, if you're watching this,

you're a darn sight better off than I am,

'cause I must be dead.

Help yourself.

I'm sure I'm not allowed to touch this stuff where I am.

Always fancied a pair of wings, though.

Won't have to travel around in this damn thing.

Hopefully, we did destroy the Waxwork

and killed all those creatures

ending our Mr. Lincoln's chance

of letting all that evil loose on the world, right?

Well, sort of.

lf you two are here,

it probably means that something has gone wrong,

in which case you're going to need all the help you can get

if you want to continue the fight against evil.

You may not know it yet, Mark,

but I have left all this to you.

- You did? - Yes.

Most importantly,

you have inherited your grandfather's

and my secret collection of strange artifacts

which we have collected in our many adventures

through the supernatural.

There may be something there that will help you in your quest.

Adios and good luck.

Wait! Aren't we supposed to--

Ooh. Nearly forgot.

How to get through the secret chamber?

Just followAlice through the looking glass.

Ta-ta for now.

Alice?

Who the hell is Alice?

Through The Looking Glass

is the second Alice ln Wonderland book.

the one where she travels to another world

through a mirror.

A mirror.

I don't see anything.

Van Helsing?

Hey, Sarah, look at this.

What is it?

It's a Cartagrian time door opener.

Cartagrian?

I don't know what it means.

It must be some medieval expression or something.

It says it was used by angels, both light and dark,

to travel through time.

So?

So maybe if we went down to the remains of the Waxwork,

we could use this to open one of Mr. Lincoln's time doors.

You're joking.

Why not? We've been in and out of time before.

- But, Mark-- - Listen, Sarah,

if we don't find some evidence to support your story,

one of two things is gonna happen.

You're gonna rot in jail,

or they're gonna give you the electric chair.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.

We gotta do something about this.

But remember what happened the last time.

Forget the last time.

This is gonna be different.

How do you open this thing?

Wow. Look at that.

Look! It even worked here!

Come on!

No, Mark! It's not the same kind of time door

as in the last one!

It's probably because it's in a different location.

Mark, promise me we're not running!

What have we got to lose?

- Mark, I don't want to run! - Come on!

Mark! Mark!

Sarah!

Catch the ball, son.

There you go.

That's it. Come on.

Hi!

Come on. It's time to come home to Mommy.

Come on home, hon.

Come on, honey.

Come on.

It's time to come home to Mommy. Please?

It's time to come home, Mark.

We did it, Sarah.

We did it!

Sarah?

Baron Von Frankenstein?

Well, I--

Yes?

I am Victor Frankenstein.

And how may I help you, sir?

I'm Herr Vogel, Burgomeister of Ingolstadt.

Pleasure to meet you, Herr Vogel.

Now please,

it is far too late an hour for a social visit.

Do state your business.

All right, Baron, I will.

There have been rumors in the village

that there's something--

Ooh.

Elizabeth, please,