Hammer House of Horror

All is ready.

Bring the girl.

Look at me.

Look at me, I command you!

You are an empty chalice.

Empty'

A zero.

No thought.

No will.

Awaiting only my Lord Choronzon.

Empty'

Empty'

Empty'

Look at the glass.

Look.

Look.

Gaze into its depths.

Deepen

What do you see?

- Into... - Something is there.

Zargas.

Zahzas... nastanadas.

Zahzas.

Cover it! Cover the glass!

15.17.

17, I'm bid. It's against you, madam, in the front.

Can I say 20?

25?

28?

Anyone make it 30?

Thank you, sir. 30, I'm bid.

- It's against you, madam. - Hi.

- Did you get the table? - And the four chairs.

My horoscope was right. I told you it was going to be my lucky day.

You and your horoscope.

Twice. Done.

For 30, to Mr Edwards. Thank you.

If you've finished, we may as well go. There's no point hanging about,

There's only the rubbish now.

Thank you, sir. Thanks very much.

Containing items from the late Earl's den. "The wicked Earl"

I think the press used to call him.

They say he held orgies in the orangery.

They'll say anything to increase their circulation.

But you never know what might be in there.

One tennis racket, broken.

One skate, assorted books. Worthless.

- Well, according to my horoscope... - Come on!

Well, I've just got a feeling.

Let's see what there is, Alice.

You looked!

The rest seems to be books.

I just peeked. I don't claim to have second sight.

Typical Cancer. Pure opportunism.

When were you born? 25th of June?

- 21st. - Well, that's even worse.

Right on the cusp with Gemini.

No wonder you're the way you are.

Ladies and gentlemen, what shall we say here?

Fiver for the lot?

- Come on. - 4?

- 3.50? - 3.50!

3.50, I'm bid.

- 3.50? You must be mad! - I'm just following my horoscope.

At 3.50, then, to Miss Stephens.

Useless.

We must start again.

Try again.

My Lord Choronzon is close.

The time is near.

No. No, please!

Begin her preparation.

Ah, I see you got your table.

Oh, hello, Simon. Yes,

I've got a customer. A German. It's just what he's looking for.

- Your lucky dip, shall I bung it in the back? - Yes, please.

- Do you know Simon Andrews? - Hi.

- Mike Roberts. - Hello.

Unsilvered.

- Just my luck. - Let me see.

It has quite a pretty frame.

- Look, I'll give you a fiver for it. - A fiver?!

I told you it was

- my lucky day, Mike. - May I have a look at it?

- What? - Thanks.

Oh, there's some writing on it.

Scratches, I should imagine.

No.

Some kind of... symbols. Don't know what they mean.

- I've never seen anything like it. - I'll give you 50 for it.

- 50? - Then we have a deal.

Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait.

How come it's suddenly worth... ten times

what you offered for it in the first place?

If I were you, Laura, I'd get this appraised.

I'll have it done for you, if you like. If Mr Andrews still wants it...

50 quid. We have a deal, remember?

No, we don't.

You're right, Mike. Could you get it appraised for me?

Yes.

Master! Master!

Allison's gone!

Find her!

Don't let her get away!

Search the drive!

Search the path!

This Way!

There she is!

She's gone this way!

Thanks, Mike.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Bye, darling.

- Oh! You'd better have this. - Oh, yes.

- I'll get it appraised tomorrow, OK? - OK. Bye.

I'll give you 250 for it.

You can tell her you only got 100 for it, if you like.

No-one's going to complain if you make a little profit for yourself.

- Well, I'm tempted... - Good.

...to wrap it round your neck.

Oh...!

What the hell are you doing?

There are some people after me! Please help me! Please!

Get in.

Who are you running away from?

Just some people who want me to do something I don't want to do.

- Where do you want to go? - I don't know. Anywhere.

- Where are you going? - Amersham.

That'll be fine.

Where did you get this?

A friend of mine bought it in a sale.

Do you mind?

No.

Wake up.

- Hm? - This is where I live.

Would you like to come in for a drink?

OK.

It's nice.

It's nice! Do you live here alone?

Yes.

Ever since my divorce.

Right, what would you like, then?

- Brandy? Gin? - Brandy will do fine. Thanks.

Right.

I don't even know your name.

Allison Lasalle.

Is that French?

No. (Laughs)

Way back, I think my family were Huguenots.

What do you do?

I export antiques.

And I collect military figures,

medals, you know, that kind of thing.

There we are.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

So,

who were you trying to avoid back there?

Oh, just some people.

Well, don't you want to tell me about it?

Believe me, you're better off not knowing.

Anyway, I'm not sure I understand myself.

- It seems to fascinate you, that mirror thing. - It's a scrying glass.

What's that?

Something like a crystal ball.

Only this one's very old.

How do you know?

Such power.

I've never felt such power.

- Perhaps it's the original. - What original?

The one made by Dr Dee himself.

- What, John Dee, the astrologer? - Astrologer, alchemist,

mathematician...

magician.

He used a glass like this in experiments with a man named Kelley.

What, to foretell the future?

Not exactly.

Look, I know people who'd give a lot for this, if you want to sell it.

- Who? - An occult group, the Choronzon Society.

Are they the people you ran away from?

Could I have some water in this brandy, please?

Yes.

I don't think I've ever heard of the Choronzon Society.

Where do they have their headquarters...

...Allison?

Allison?

Damn it.

Allison!

What do you mean, the mirror vanished?

She took it with her, that's what you mean.

All right, but calling the police is not going to help.

They might get it back. That would help.

You told me yourself

that creep Simon Andrews offered you 250 for it.

- Yes, it could be worth more than that. - All the more reason to call the police, then.

Laura, she's in trouble.

Too right she's in trouble. She nicked something that belonged to me.

I wouldn't even let en old customer get away with that.

Why should I let your fancy woman rip me off?

She's not my fancy woman.

You could have fooled me.

- Is she pretty? - I suppose so, yeah.

Just my luck.