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teenage point real world.

Claire, I just heard from that used book
dealer.

You know, that grubby fellow Malcolm,
the one from Boston?

Oh, really?

What does he want?

He says he has it.

Oh, really, Gerald?

Are you going to believe that old fraud?

How many times has he disappointed you?

I know, I know. But this time I think
he's really on to something. He gave me

the description over the phone, and it
could be nothing but.

Imagine. After all the years you've been
looking.

You know, it's just too much to hope
for.

Well, in any case, I must go to Boston.

I'd be a fool not to.

What are you two talking about?

Oh, nothing, dear. Just a book. A book
your stepfather's been looking for.

For my witchcraft course up at the
college.

Speaking of witchcraft, did you know in
many societies, twin girls are done away

with?

They believe that twin girls are the
work of the devil.

By the way, which one of your mother's
twins are you?

I'm prudent, stepfather, dear.

And which of my mother's lovers are you?

Prudence, please.

Now, now, Claire, I'm sure she was only
joking. I was joking, too, Prue. You and

your sister are as different as night
and day.

I always know which is which.

Well, it took you long enough to learn.

You could learn a few things from your
sister, too.

You could have a damn bit more sense of
humor. You're the most straight -laced

girl I've ever met.

You wouldn't like for me to be a little
bit looser, wouldn't you, stepfather

dear? Well, hold your breath.

And as for my darling sister, Hope, she
could learn something from me, too. Not

to be such a slut.

Prudence, that's enough.

I just don't know what's the matter with
you today.

It isn't like you. By the way, where is
Hope? She's not usually this late

without calling first, is she, Clara?

No, I can't imagine.

She's... I don't know where she is.

How odd.

Twins always seem to know where the
other one is.

Are you sure?

Why, what's the matter, dear?

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

I have lots to do. I've got to go to my
room now. Nothing.

Now, what's the matter with her?

I haven't any idea, but she must really
be upset she hasn't even touched her

food. Damn neurotic college girls.

Oh, well.

I have to be catching a shuttle flight
to Boston that leaves in an hour, and I

almost forgot. You do remember my
colleague, Robert Petrie, don't you?

Oh, yes. I think I remember Professor
Petrie.

I didn't have a chance to cancel him
out. He'll be coming over this evening.

We were going to work translating some
fragments from it, but now that I have a

chance to get the whole book, I... I'm
sure he'll understand.

Don't mention to him or mention to
anybody where I'm going until we know

sure. Okay?

Okay. Bye -bye, Claire.

Oh, and do be nice to Petrie before you
send him home. Good luck with the book,

Harold. And I'll try to make sure
Professor Petrie isn't too disappointed.

It's like that now.

It's now.

Oh, God, I'm going to come in a minute.

You slut.

Oh, really?

And what do you call lying there finger
-fucking yourself, little sister? You

whore! What'd you expect me to do?

Frankly, I couldn't care less. Just stay
out of my life.

You know it's not that easy when you do
the things that you do.

I can't help myself. You know, that's
the choice that I've done.

Is it really so terrible? It's wrong.

You know it's wrong.

What would Mom say?

What would she do?

What would she do? She'd probably want
to join in.

Stop it. Shut up. You shut up, you
goddamn hypocrite.

No, I won't shut up. You've got to face
what you're doing, and it's wrong.

And I suppose what you and Jason do is
right?

Jason's not some big ape I picked up for
a couple hours.

Oh, really? How long have you known
Jason? Maybe about a month?

Well, let me tell you something, dear
sister. When that big slob shot his load

off in my mouth just now, well, it
tasted just the same as when you sucked

sweet Jason yesterday. Just the same.

Jay, it's not the same. Why? Just
because you won't fuck him?

Because you won't let him in your
precious little pussy?

Well, you are a whore. You're a
hypocritical whore. Because you'll do

but fuck.

I'll show you.

Damn it, eat me.

Eat me, I'll show you.

Taste that trucker's cum.

Taste it, you bitch.

Such a shame he couldn't contact you,
Professor Petrie, but I do hope you can

find the study materials you need right
here on Gerald's desk.

Oh, what wonderful luck, Gerald going
off like that.

Are you sure he's gone?

Absolutely. I couldn't be more sure.

What's he doing up in Boston, anyway?

I promised. I told you he was calling
off unexpectedly on business.

Oh, yeah, right, right.

Now, what's he doing up there?

I promise not to tell.

But you will tell me, won't you?

No. Yes, you will. No.

Never.

Never.

Where is Jerome?

You are a swine.

It's still a valid question.

One likes to be sure that the lady's
husband will not walk in while one is

fucking her.

Now, where is he?

Oh, all right. It's about the book.

The book?

Yes, the book.

The Necronomicon.

You know that grungy Malcolm creature,
the one from Boston?

Well, he called Gerald and said he'd
actually found a copy of the book.

So naturally, Gerald went flying off to
Boston to have a look. Do you blame him?

We've been working on the few fragments
that we have for years.

Do you know what it means to have a
whole copy of that book?

Why, it's the most fantastic collection
of... The greatest book on magic ever

written. I know, Robert. Gerald's been
talking about nothing else for years.

Yes, but the Necronomicon isn't about
magic, darling.

It is magic.

Every single first -hand report on that
book indicates that the spells it

teaches really work.

Why, with a whole copy of that book, a
man could... Why, it's staggering.

Robert. Yeah?

In the meantime, could you possibly find
something to do with a very hungry

woman on a couch?

Yes, of course.

Say, Claire.

Now what?

Don't you think we ought to start
finding some other places to meet?

I mean, somebody could walk in on us any
time.

This is where I love it, Robert.

Right here.

In his home.

If you want me, you'll find me here.

Do you want me?

He does.

I can tell just from looking at him.

Bye.

Maybe you should have locked it. If you
didn't want company, that is.

But like they say, it's too late now.

You know, I used to really believe that
so proper front you put on.

So respectable.

But you know what, Mother?

I know better now.

What are you doing?

Why, I'm going to fuck your lover, and
you're going to watch.

Come here. Come here, God damn it.

you

Eat us up, Bill, and eat us.

Oh, God.

Oh,

God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

God.

Oh, pardon me.

Oh, God.

Don't you tell me.

Would you have believed me?

No, I guess not.

I know not.

It'd just be more Hope's craziness.

What you made them do was exactly
normal.

Hope, don't you see?

You drag things down.

You make things worse.

What they did, it was wrong. It was
terrible.

But what you made them get into?

You fucked up little bitch.

When are you going to learn? Are you
still in the morality kick?

What's it going to take, a truck rolling
over you?

You mean a truck driver.

So funny. I meant just what I said.

When are you going to learn people don't
live by those pretty rules you learned?

Nobody does, and you can't make them.

Oh, really?

Well, maybe I can't make them, but I can
sure try.

What's that supposed to mean?

I meant just what I said. I can stop
what Mom's doing.

Believe me, and I'm going to. How?

Think about it.

You wouldn't tell Gerald.

Why? Gary, why shouldn't I tell them?

Why shouldn't you tell them? Why would
you possibly want to ruin three people's

lives? Especially when one of them is
your own... What are you laughing about?

You know what, Prudence? You've come
along a lot further than I realized.

What the hell are you laughing about?

You know what, Prudence?

You know what I just remembered? I just
thought about it.

It wasn't...

Your boyfriend's face that you were
thinking about yesterday while he was

you. It was Gerald's face. Shut up. It
was Gerald's face. I said shut up.

While he was eating you. You want to
fuck your stepfather.

No, no I don't.

Bullshit, Prudence. If you want to fuck
him, that's fine. That's fine with me

because I think I'd rather enjoy that.

But so help me. If you pull Mom and
Robert's covers, I'm going to fuck you

I'm going to fuck you up a good.

Don't get a little too much, Mother, but
I really have to go now.

Where are you going, Prudence?

Oh, just down.

Out where?

Out to the college. I have some studying
to do. Do you mind?

No, I don't mind at all.

Well, as long as you're going to be at
the college, try to get a ride home with

your stepfather.

He's there, too, you know.

Don't worry.

He knows.

Hello, Jason?

Oh, thank God you're there.

Oh, Jason, please don't ask. Just come
over here now.

Please say if you could come over here
now.

Oh, thank you, Jason. Thank you.

Okay, Drew, what's the matter?

Jason, I need you to trust me. I just
need you to do exactly what I say.

You name it, within reason.

Jason, I want you to do me the way you
did yesterday. I mean, with your tongue.

I want you to do me now.

Sure, baby.

But there's just one thing, Jason. I do
want you to do me.

But, and just please trust me, just
don't say a word, okay? Don't make a

I've heard of kinkier things.

Well, it has to be like if somebody was
listening, they wouldn't know who I was

with. I'll be quiet as a mouse. A horny
mouse.

Then do me.

Come in.

Hello, Gerald.

Prudence, a nice surprise.

You caught me just in time. I was just
clearing up on some work.

Gerald, do you have a minute to spare?

Well, I really wanted to finish up and
get home. I have a great deal to do

today. A mysterious book. You've got it?

Yes, I've got it.

Prudence, I know I don't have any
control over you, but it's vitally

that we not talk about this on the
outside.

Please.

This mysterious book of yours from
Boston.

What's the name of it?

It's called The Necronomicon.

It's not from Boston, Prue.

Nobody really knows where it's from.

Its translation was written in Sanskrit
by a man named Abdul Alhazrad about 400

years ago.

How interesting.

But Cyril, I need to talk to you now.

Well, of course, if it's really
important.

You know how much I've always cared for
you.

Like my own daughter.

It's just that you've always been so
standoffish.

Oh, my sister Hope.

What's the matter?

But who's she with?

What's the matter?

Who is Hope here?

What's the matter?

Jason!

Jason? Hmm?

I have a terrible confession I have to
make.

What could that be, Hope darling?

You knew.

You knew it was me.

After about two minutes.

But how?

Oh, let's just say glaring stylistic
differences.

You fucking bastard.

That is correct.

So you're not the Mr. Clean Prue makes
you out to be. Now that's interesting.

Your sister's very nice.

That describes her perfectly, very nice.

Hope. What?

I think the reason why I'm here isn't
because you lusted madly after my

beautiful body, so you want to tell me
what this is all about?

You know, I do want to tell you.

I can't believe that Prudence actually
found someone that isn't a total creep.

Gee, Hope, thanks a lot.

Oh, stop. Now listen.

Gerald, I want to ask you something.

Go ahead.

Gerald, what would you do if you found
out your wife was having an affair?

Nothing if she was discreet about it.

Nothing? You mean you wouldn't care?

That's about it.

You don't care?

I can't believe it.

It's like nobody cares.

You don't even care if your own wife
acts like a tramp?

Oh, really, Prue?

Can you be so self -righteous after what
we just did?

Well, I wouldn't have done it if I
didn't know what I know.

But besides, I'm still a virgin.

Still a virgin?

Oh, what a cute idea.

Stop it. It is important.

Sure it is to a Sicilian farmer.

Say, do you mean... What?

Do you mean you never... Ah, I had to be
polite.

Never had intercourse with another man?

No, never.

That's funny. That is really funny.

I just can't believe it. To the Virgin
Harlot, all hail!

Stop it!

Stop it! I hate you! I hate all of you!

So that's about it. I guess they're
really, you know, afraid they're going

miss out on the book.

They just, you know, I'm surprised they
really went along with it.

You're too much.

What did you say the name of the book
is?

Uh, The Necronomicon?

What? The Necronomicon? And he has a
whole copy of it?

So what?

Your stepfather is Gerald Wakefield, and
you're Robert Petrie's lover, and you

don't know about that book?

What about the book?

Well, I took the course that your
stepfather and Petrie give up the

I knew about that book long before
taking that course.

It's the only known book of real magic.

Oh, come on.

No, no, look, I'm a skeptic too, but
this is a tradition that goes back

of years, and all the stories about the
book are the same.

The Necronomicon really works.

Really works for what?

Uh, that's not so clear.

But there's supposed to be spell center
for all kinds of things.

What, something that the devil would?

The Necronomicon is a whole lot older
than our concept of the devil.

But if you mean conjuring demonic forces
and using these forces for your own

purposes, yeah, sure. The book shows you
how to do that.

Jason, you don't really believe that
crap, do you?

Put it this way. If I hadn't studied it
so much, I wouldn't believe it.

But I've learned just enough to know
it's for real.

Oh, Jason.

How would you like me to steal that
book?

There's only one slight problem.

You don't by any chance happen to speak
fluent Sanskrit?

Not lately.

Yeah, me neither. And that's what the
book's written in.

I couldn't do a damn thing with it.

At least not alone.

Okay.

Then plan two. How would you like me to
make sure that whatever they do with the

book involves us?

Oh, if you could do such a thing, I'd be
eternally grateful.

If you could do such a thing.

All hail Chultufu.

Kanama Kaladurama.

Cluster, Father.

Hope! I'm very busy right now. It is
Hope.

Hmm? You weren't too busy for me in your
office this morning.

Prudence? Hmm?

That's Bob Petrie. He's come to help me
with this thing. Wait just a minute.

I'll get it for you.

Why, Professor Petrie, how nice to see
you again.

Uh, Hope?

You mean you still don't know the
difference after yesterday?

That is insulting.

Hello, Hope.

He's still working on the book.

It seems to be everything that it's
supposed to be.

Good, good.

Oh, and Robert, you're going to do
exactly what I want you to, exactly.

Or you'll lose everything.

And just what is it that you want,
madam?

You'll know when the time comes.

Well, let's go see the book.

Behold, Petri, here it is.

After all these years, the Necronomicon.

The Necronomicon? What does it mean?

It means secrets of the dead.

So tell me, Gerald, have you made any
headway in this?

Well, some.

I started to translate the part we were
talking about, but I do think we're in

for some serious problems.

Really? What?

This letter feels so strange.

What's it made of?

Probably human flesh.

Oh, how scary. What a horrible book.

Then why don't you just stay away from
it?

Why don't you give me what I want first?

I really think there's only one way
we're going to get peace here.

I quite agree.

What do you mean?

I think you know what we mean, Hope.

Petri, sorry to disappoint you.

Understandable mistake, but this is
Prudence.

No, I'm not Prudence, Gerald.

Why, you little brat.

You... Gerald, please don't be mad at
me.

After all, I do suck cock so much better
than Prudence.

Imagine, Gerald, a spell for eternal
life.

But this book has a strange effect on
people.

I mean, look what it's done to us
already.

Oh, nonsense.

Do you always go around fucking your
friend's daughters?

Yeah,

I see what you mean. Don't worry, it's
affecting us all.

I'm not in the habit of seducing my own
stepdaughters either.

And don't feel bad about sleeping with
my wife.

You knew about that too, huh?

Hey, look, Gerald.

Enough, Petrie, really.

A lot stranger things are going to be
happening here.

Let's see here.

What does this mean?

Two sets of triplets.

That's six of us to do it.

Well,

there's you and me.

And her.

That's three.

My wife, of course.

All right, that's four.

Now all we need is another male and
another female.

I can supply the male.

Really? Who?

Jason, my sister's ex -boyfriend.

Yeah, but are you sure you can get him
to do it?

Trust me, he wouldn't miss this for the
world.

Now we just need one more female to go.

It says here that the third female has
to be a virgin

harlot. Now what the hell is a virgin
harlot?

Oh, that was explained elsewhere in the
book. It's a woman that acts like an

absolute slut, but medically and
physically, she's still a virgin.

Oh, shit.

In this day and age, that's a pretty
tall order.

Wait, don't you see? She didn't feel it.
She didn't feel it this time.

What are you talking about?

Prudence. Don't you understand?

She always feels it.

And when I came just a little while ago,
she didn't feel it. I know it. I can

always tell.

I don't know quite what you're talking
about, but perhaps this book is very

powerful. Maybe this has something to do
with it.

That's it. That's the answer.

Can you be ready to do the ceremony
tonight?

Well, that would mean wrecking the
translation a bit.

But sure.

Good. Hey, wait a minute. Now, what does
all this mean?

It means I think I know how to get you
your virgin harlot. Just leave it to me.

Guess what I did say.

You goddamn whore.

You can have him.

Have who?

You know damn well who I mean.

Jason, I never want to see him again.

Hope, I just can't take it. I can't take
it. It thinks you do.

How would you like it if you didn't know
what I was doing?

Wouldn't that be nice? Wouldn't you like
that?

Don't tease me. I can't... Please, just
don't. I'm not teasing you. Do you know

what happened or what I did after Jason
today?

Nothing dirty, I know. Nothing dirty. I
only sucked off our stepfather while

Professor Petri fucked me in the ass.

You're lying.

No, I'm not lying.

I'm telling you the truth.

But how?

I don't know. I really don't. All I know
is that we did it in front of that

book. The Necronomicon?

Yes, and afterwards I realized that you
hadn't felt it.

And so I asked them if the book had
anything to do with stopping the contact

between us. And they said it did.

And they said a lot more, too.

What else did they say?

They said that there was a ritual for
separating twins.

That's crazy.

Crazy? What about this thing between us?
That's crazy.

If you can believe that, you certainly
can believe this.

If the book stopped the contact between
us today, why not forever?

You sure she bought it?

hook, line, and sinker.

The only thing is, is she thinks it's
rituals to break the bond between us.

Well, I don't quite understand what goes
on between you two, but whatever it is,

I'm sure this ceremony will make up for
it.

Immortality for real?

That's what the good book says, my dear.
Eternal life, if Professor Petrie's

translation is exact.

What about that young man you mentioned?

That's easy for it.

Hello, Jason?

Uh -huh. Tonight at midnight.

At my stepfather's setting.

Bye -bye.

I invoke now the profane and darkest
names Chitulthu, Nev,

Yaksothith, Kanamakalajarama.

Kanamakalajarama.

Kanama Kalajurama.

Kanama Kalajurama.

Let the women prepare her, the virgin
harlot.

Let the Virgin serve the men.

What?

Something's wrong.

Well, look in the book.

Look, look, you idiot.

Where? What?

There, there.

The translation was wrong.

But how?

How? Look, you idiot. This ritual
doesn't cause eternal life. It causes

potency. We're doomed, all doomed.

To an eternity of this?