"The Cask of Amontillado”

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This episode of Your Horror Show is dedicated to good friend and Poe enthusiast Mark Redfield. Mark, we love you. Get better soon. They've stumbled onto this station. Don't attempt to adjust your device. Door creaks, wolf howls, and the terror of silence echo throughout the night. This is the program that will send chills down your spine. Step right up and listen in. Because your horror show is about to begin. Greetings.

your master of ceremonies mr. graves is just brushing up on his You know what A mind is a terrible thing to wait. Even if it's already on the floor Before we get into the meat and potatoes of our tail do note that this episode contains excessive and depictions of someone. Being buried alive. Listener discretion is advised.

As I read one horror tale after another, one author continually comes up as having made an impact on the genre that has spanned centuries. I am, of course, referring to the Gothic master, Edgar. The stories of Poe still manage to captivate our imagination and throw the minds of people who were paranoid and That last motivation comes to the forefront in a tale that created the blueprint for introducing a character's presumed with vengeance. and doing the deed was good enough.

He had to tell someone about My kind of guy. Pour yourself a glass. and kick up your feet. For the cask. of Amontillado. And what are we drinking? This is one of my favorites. A DeGrave Vintage 1973. Don't drink right away. You always have to let it breathe a little. Reds are better once they've sat for a moment.

Can I ask why you called me, Mr. Montresor? Please. Call me Monty. Monty. Your call came a bit out of the blue. Are you alright? I don't... I don't have much time left. And I think... It would be best if I had my story written. You've had several biographies written about you. What could I possibly add to them? Well, your work in the journal has been... critically lauded, and I think I have some information that would be of great interest to you.

This wouldn't have anything to do with your former business partner Frank Fortunato, would it? The very same. You are cleared of any wrongdoing involved in his disappearance. Indeed I was. That doesn't mean there isn't more to the story. On the record? Why else would I bring you here?

All the police reports state that you and Frank were not on good terms at the time of his disappearance. Is this still true? We did not say eye to eye. You see, Frank, Frank was a man who could get under anyone's skin. One particular evening we were having a lavish celebration. We had just struck a distribution. of our winery that would stretch throughout Europe. Oh, I love Monty, but he has delusions of grandeur. If I wasn't here, nothing would get done.

That was the last night he was seen. Yes. How did he make you feel? Those insults? Frank and I were not on good terms. That much was He never had any idea. I would always smile, laugh at his awful jokes. I knew his vice, though. His love for drinking. When I heard those insults that night I I carried them with me. They felt like a thousand stab wounds all throughout my body. I couldn't let that go, Miss Green. I knew I would punish him. And I would punish him without consequence.

Of course. Of course. Excuse me, everyone. You, uh, you do remember that we're partners? Oh, Monty, lighten up. You'd do best have another glass of wine, or two. Ah, yes, well, I... Have something that needs your attention. Work, work, work, Monty. You are insufferable. I got the case. Amontillado. Leo was going to verify for me. Amontillado! I know, I have my doubts. We need to verify it before it can go out to market. Amontillado! We can't let...

This cost me a pretty penny. If it's fake, it could ruin us. Oh, what a wonderful day. Look, I know you're busy with me all this, so I'm going to meet with Leo instead. Leo? Leo couldn't tell Amontillado from a sherry. And yet some people, not me, say his taste is a match for your own. Stay. Have another glass or two. Nonsense. Come. Let's go! of course. You aren't verifying a wine that magnificent without me.

Nothing you said here is different than the police report. He came back to your cellar underground and then he wasn't seen again. I knew. I couldn't resist. Being right. His ego was always getting ahead of common sense. The authorities said they checked your entire cellar. They found nothing. I made sure of that. Did you forget to pay the electric bill? Where are the lights? I commissioned some work to be done. They must have cut the power line. Here's some candles for it.

My family has owned our own for well over 300 years. We melted atop the crypt. And down below is where I put my cellar. And that is where the amontillado would be kept. What was so special about this particular barrel? My normal drinker rarely cares about the subtle details. But for the more skilled of us, grapevine was our religion. The case, you see, came from the old country. I knew not only that it could sell for a pretty penny, but...

Ah, it would lure even the most jaded men to try its brilliance.

Where is the barrel? It's at the bottom, of course. You haven't said anything about the basement. Do you like what I've done with it? It took me years. Oh, Frank, are you alright? How long have you had that cough? It's nothing. Don't worry about me. All right, come on. Let's go back upstairs. There's no use in getting you sick. Besides, I have Leo to help me. Enough! I know what you're doing. I won't let you undermine me with that hack, Leo. This cough isn't going to kill me.

I can make it. Okay, no need to get snippy. Look, why don't I pop a quick bottle of wine here so you can catch your breath. Here, drink to our empire. I'll drink to the many who came before us. Then I'll drink to your long and prosperous life. Come, follow me. How drunk was Frank? Frank was drunk every night. Hard to doubt if this was... from the rest. So what happened to him after you kept walking? Well, we finally reached the bottom of my cellar. I might not look at this screen.

But I have a penchant for the... My salad was covered with with prompts and other dark delicacies that would make many a man wary of visiting. We descended further into the cellar. past the low arches. deeper down in the staircase which You sure know how to make a man walk, Monty. This place gives me the chills. Feels like a crypt in here. Indeed it does. The Amontillado is through there. This hole in the wall? A bit paranoid. One can never be too careful.

Yes! Yes, well... What are these? Monty! I didn't know you liked to play rough! What have you been getting up to in this hella review? Why don't you, uh, try them on? Oh, this is too much. Too much, Monty. I trained him to be too drunk to resist. I took the key and I put it in my pocket and then I went to the corner of the room Are you sure you don't want to go? Amonti! This joke has gone on long enough! The Amontiado! Ah, yes, yes, yes, the Amontiado. It's coming.

Hilarious joke, Monty. Now, let's taste the wine. the party! But we're having such a good time, my friend! Remember the Amontillado! I began to lay each brick one by one. to the wall. Each piece represented another piece of my vengeance. as the one who got hired. Monty! Come now, my boy! Monty! isn't funny anymore. Love of God! someone help help yes for the love of God Monty what are you doing Monty You buried him alive.

deep beneath these walls. Why? I... Do you see the family symbol, Miss Grimm? The Montresor seal is that of a huge human in a field, crushing a snake which has its fangs in our boot. This is what we do. This is who we are. who bite us. You're insane. Once I lay the last brick into the wall, I could no longer see his eyes. I could hear his voice. The pain. We need to get back to the party, Monty. Frank! Frank, are you there? Can you hear me, Frank?

Satisfied that my job was complete. I went back upstairs, fearing for my health. It was dark down there and I... But I didn't want to catch a cold. If what you're saying is indeed true, why tell me now? I need to rest. By the time you tell anyone. I'll be gone. I made sure to take more medicine today than any man should take. At least the world will know, though. No mortal has disturbed his slumber for over 50 years.

And Monty! And Rob! Monty! Awesome! Oh, God, what's that? I'm unhappy. Субтитры сделал DimaTorzok Субтитры сделал DimaTorzok nothing like a cool glass of wine This is a vintage Blood Bordello circa 2025. and I tend to like the front.

I don't think I'll be getting into the wine business anytime soon, though. Don't want to end up like... and Frank can be dead tired all the time be sure to join us for another glass of terror on our next episode I hope you enjoyed our latest episode, The Cask of Amontillado, written by Edgar Allan Poe. I want to thank our amazing voice actors, Jared Griffiths.

J.R. Snyder, and Kate J. White. You were all amazing and it was a joy to work with you. I also want to thank our producer, Gavin Michael Booth, and our incredible editor, sound designer, and producer, Brady Flanagan. Thanks to our amazing listeners like you, we're able to run ads for our show. If you prefer an ad-free experience, we currently have a $3 tier on our Patreon that will give you every episode.

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