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- Every man is said

to have a little bit of
the devil in his heart.

But some men have more than most.

- Let me go!

No.

He's not yours.

He's not yours!

No, no!

- Come along, Mr. Hector.

One must show a certain level of dignity.

Even in times of great strife.

- Just made a mistake.

Please.

I change my mind.

You can take it all back.

Please give me back my baby.

I just want my baby back, please.

- You made an agreement, Mr. Hector

and a bloody good one, if you ask me.

Just suck it up, old chap.

- Just do it, yeah?

Put the cunt out of his misery.

Go on.

- God, please forgive me.

- Kill him!

- Toodle loo.

- They control the entire world.

The money, the media.

They control everything.

Everything about our society is covered

in mucky little footprints allover it.

- I mean, I see now,

you're one of the conspiracy
theorists, oh yes.

I do love conspiracy theorists.

- I was raised
in the big old house

by my grandfather.

He belonged to a
different generation to me

and he saw the world
through a vintage lens.

But there's a maternal feel

about the home you were raised in

that pulls you towards it bosom

when the times are their worst.

- No, keep still

because this is going to hurt.

Oh, it's just a cut.

- Afternoon.

Mrs. Jackson?

- Little did I know

this would be the last day of work

and the first day of the rest of my life.

Today would be the day
that I met the devil

at the crossroads and sold my soul to him.

- Yes.

- Oh, of course you are.

Mrs. Jackson, you've got no idea

how extremely happy I
am to catch you at home.

You see, I've got some magnificent news

to you, Mrs. Jackson.

Mind if I come in?

- Well, what is it?

I haven't got any money, if
that's what you're after.

- Mrs. Jackson, I don't
want a penny from you

but what I would like to be

is a person that informs you

that you have just won 10,000 pounds

on the post code lottery, madam.

Congratulations.

- Oh, I haven't done
the post code lottery.

- Well, that's the wonderful thing

about the post code
lottery, you see, madam.

You're entered automatically
just living in the area.

You must of seen the TV advert

or had the flyers through
your door or whatever?

- This isn't a scam is it now?

- I've got a confirmation letter

for you right there, darling.

Take your eyes on that.

- Oh my god, I've actually won?

- That's exactly right, Mrs. Jackson.

Now, all I need to do before
I can release the check,

I've just got to run through
a little bit of paperwork.

Is it all right if I come in?

- Yes, of course.

Please come in.

My husbands at the bookies at the moment.

So he won't be long.

- Oh he'll be over the moon, won't he?

Especially if he comes
back with no winnings, eh?

- He's not going to believe this.

Would you like a cup of tea, dear?

- I'm actually in a little bit

of a hurry today, Mrs. Jackson.

I've three winners to
visit before four o'clock.

So, if you could fill out
sections one through three,

I'll get the paperwork processed for you

and be on me way, yeah?

Mrs. Jackson, do you mind
if I borrow your loo?

- Yes of course, upstairs on the left.

- Brilliant, absolutely perfect.

I won't be a sec, Mrs. Jackson.

- My journey
to becoming a billionaire

began humbly when I was moved out

of my grandfather's home at 16

and into a hostel for the
homeless and destitute.

Some days I'll go hungry,

but that poverty gave me gile,

and made me savvy and able

to fend for myself by any means necessary.

I was self employed and self sufficient.

But my soul stunk of
the stench of a thief,

a liar, and a conman

and my long, hard road
searching for a way out

of the poverty I chose for myself

by moving away from me granddad

and the proclivities of poverty

can drive even the most ambitious men

to the lowest stacks imaginable

and justifies it with those fateful words.

I do what I have to do to survive.

In my perverse previous life,

Shaun was about as close
to an employer as I had.

He bought just about
anything for the right price.

- Yeah, that's a good one.

- Over the years, I sold him

just about most things.

- Before I forget, some weirdo was in here

looking for you the other day.

- What do you mean a weirdo?

- I don't know, he was a weirdo.

He was wearing a white suit.

- What's this, 1975?

- That's what I'm saying.

He's a fucking weirdo.

He left something for you.

Hang on.

- Butterflies filled my belly.

They had begun to spin

and I can't describe the feeling

of the pull I had towards stress.

Maybe it was just a
prospect of being well paid.

Either way, from that moment

I was already mentally
preparing my journey ahead.

- Seems like bollocks to me, mate.

- Yes, so your friend
Shaun, he did this to you?

- You're not fucking listening, Grandad.

- Of course, I am so.

- All right, stay away
from me, mate, honestly.

- Adrestos was
blessed with the power

of the third eye and lived deep

in the real beyond comprehension
to an unblessed mind.

But when God gives you a gift,

he also hands you a knife

to stab yourself in the gut with.

- Why are you doing that?

Honestly, what are you doing?

- What the fuck is this?

Huh?

Unless I get some fucking answers,

I'm gonna start popping every single one

of you motherfuckers.

Huh?

Am I talking to my fucking self?

Why are you stabbing
yourself up like that?

- Can we lose the gun, please?

Jolie, I am very aware of
your temperamental nature.

I say the wrong thing,
you get trigger happy.

- I'm a firm believer
in the second amendment

and I will not survive my arms.

- Second amendments actually a part

of the American constitution.

- Yeah, so what?

- Doesn't really apply, does it?

- It does fucking apply

because there are 10 motherfuckers

waving around shotguns like cigarettes.

This son of bitch is stabbing himself up

and now he wants my fucking gun.

Well, I say no.

Fuck no!

- Jolie, please.

Relax.

You are amongst friends.

What is the worst thing that can happen?

Death.

- True love is a
once in a lifetime phenomemon.

Some of us never find that one true love

but if you do it's powerful,

it's all consuming and it is an instant.

This is the face of a man laying eyes

on his true love for the first time.

True love at first site

that would last an eternity and beyond.

- You all right, then?

What you doing out here?

- I'm working.

- Well, this is no kind
of work for a lady.

- What do you care?

Are you a pig?

- No.

- You interested then?

- Yeah, I'm interested.

- It's 50 for a fuck and suck.

- What's your name?

- Star.

- Your real name.

- It's Jolie.

- Has anyone ever told you
how beautiful you are, Jolie?

- Look.

You better go if you're not buying.

- Do you believe in love
at first sight, Jolie?

- Yeah.

- Her pussy's still tight.

It's her first week.

So what we doing here?

Flirting, negotiating?

She'll suck your dick for 30.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- Mickey and Jolie were meant

to be together forever.

When their stories are written

their lives are woven together

in a cacophony of love,
loyalty, and passion.

No one mattered before

and no one else will ever matter again.

With the love of his life by his side,

Mickey and Jolie have purchased

a small quiet pub on the outskirts

of the city where Mickey will continue

his thriving business under the radar

with metropolitan police.

But everything was about to change

one sunny summer afternoon.

Mickey was as smooth as silk

but as dangerous as a tiger.

Affectionately known as
the Sinatra of the slums.

Mickey was a natural entrepreneur,

whose product happened to be narcotics.

- What you selling, mate?

- We've got beer, spirits.

Pretty much any alcoholic
or non alcoholic beverage

your require, what can I get ya?

- That's not what he means.

What have you got behind the fucking bar?

- That does not concern you.

- Why not?

I like cocaine.

Is that what it is, coke?

Or is it H?

What have you got?

We've got the money.

- I'm afraid we're not currently accepting

new customers at the present moment.

If that situation should change,

I'll be sure to let you both know.

- Give us the shit or we'll blow

your fucking brains out, mate.

- Don't you point a gun at my baby.

Put your fucking gun down
and get the fuck out of here

before I put a bullet
in your fucking skull.

- Right.

Now you've gone and upset my wife.

- What, do you think this is a joke?

- I suggest you put the guns down.

- Or what?

- Fuck.

- Oh baby.

- Don't cry, don't cry.

It's gonna be all right.

- Oh my god.

Come on, look at me.

Look at me.

Don't die like this baby, just, don't die.

Come on, please.

- Hey, don't cry.

You're not gonna die.

Please, please.

I love you so much.

- Hey.

You're the only woman
I've ever loved, Jolie.

- You're not gonna die like this.

You're not gonna die like this, baby.

You're not gonna die like this.

You're not gonna die.

- You've gotta be strong for me.

All right?

- No, not like this, baby.

- You raise the child.

- No, not like this.

- No!

- Life took
everything Jolie had that day.

Her husband, her unborn
child, and her soul.

- Excuse me--

- What do you want?

- A man dressed in a white suit

said he would pay me 20
pounds to give you this.

- But what a powerful thing

more than anything or
anyone is a lost soul

with nothing to lose.

They can't be bargained with,

bribed or intimidated.

When everything is taken from you,

you have nothing left to lose.

- I can hardly contain myself.

I have waited my entire
life for this moment.

- Sounds like an eventful life.

- My dear, Jolie.

Sweet Saint Jolie.

I am most sincerely sorry for your loss,

both of them.

- Fuck you.

- But what if I were to tell

that your loss was
merely part of your story

told a thousand years ago?

- Listen, bruv.

I haven't come all this
way to hear bullshit.

Just get to the point.

- Have you heard of the New World Order?

The New World Order is old as man himself.

The self proclaimed illuminated

are a group of powerful individuals

that control every aspect of our world.

The food we eat, the money we spend,

the things we watch on television.

Over the centuries,
queens, kings, presidents,

prime ministers and popes

have all been members.

Selected by the blueness of their blood.

Many believe that this blueness

was caused by inbreeding

but unfortunately it's caused

by something a lot more sinister.

- What are you talking about?

Blue blood is a saying.

Doesn't mean anything.

They don't actually
have blue fucking blood,

do they?

So what are you talking about?

- Are you sure about that, Jeremiah?

- So what do you want with me?

- Members of the New World Order

are indoctrinated as children,

forced to sell their souls to Satan

and the forces of evil.

If a member of the New
World Order sees the light

and decides to leave.

They are murdered.

Their souls captured by Satan

and tortured till the
end of days and beyond.

- Sounds like fucking bullshit.

- Waste of fucking time.

So, let's have a drink later, then?

- Drop dead.

- But one child is different.

Sent from the heavens by God himself,

blue blooded but pure.

- You should take that up with Satan.

- You will be paid one million pound each

for the child's safe
capture and return to me.

Jolie.

If you accept this mission,

you will be reunited with your husband.

- My husband is dead.

Don't you dare play with my emotions.

- What I speak to you is the truth.

So help me, God.

You won't both survive

but you were certainly be canonized.

- She doesn't matter.

Now, tell me about that money.

Is it here, now?

- I'm afraid it does matter, Jeremiah.

The scriptures clearly
state the both of you.

- What you on about scriptures?

- The dead sea scrolls.

- Many believe
that the dead sea scrolls

to be rejected passages from the Bible,

both old and new testaments

and saw this as proof that
the bible was man made

and nothing more than a work of fiction.

The truth is, the dead sea scrolls

are merely the private
library of the Essence.

The Essence were a small
group of great minds

and healers who lived
thousands of years ago

in small caves in the holy land.

Locals believed these great
minds to be more than human

and some even believed
the Essence to be angels

sent from heaven.

- Oh the Essence, you call them.

I didn't know what that meant.

Oh the Essence, oh what
a silly boy you are.

Certainly you have no
education whatsoever.

No, it's called Essene.

Essene.

- The Essence were handed down their gifts

from fallen angels that
arrived at Mount Hermon,

as mentioned in the book of Enoch.

The Essence were the true illuminated

who were hunted like dogs

and slaughtered by the New World Order

to stop their teachings being spread

and illuminating the world

with their wisdom of the righteous

all but two Essence
survived the bloodbath.

Gabriel and Mary.

They lived out their days hiding

in a small mountain cave.

There they had a family.

The Essence genes survived, just,

and lives on to this very day,

though very limited in number.

You two are descendants of the Essence.

- Listen, bruv, I'm a lot of things

but I afraid I'm not superhuman.

- Speak for yourself.

- Another envelope?

Fantastic.

- The New
Word Order hold a party

to indoctrinate their newest members

in the presence of the
Prince of Darkness himself.

- [Narrator] Every four years,

the New World Order elects a man

to take on the human form of the devil.

I select this man by
the sins he's committed

and his manifesto for western society.

This quadroon, the illuminated elected

a serial child molester,

groomer and abuser,

whose manifesto is based

on the emasculation and
feminization of men.

The destruction of Christianity

and the abolition of the nuclear family.

- Inside the envelope you will find

a GPS navigation system

with pre programmed
coordinates to the island.

- Directions to hell, lovely.

- No, Jeremiah.

Hell is empty.

All the devils are already here.

- Is this the kid, then?

- Yes, that is indeed our little savoir.

- So the child is an Essence, too, right?

- No, he is far, far
more important than that.

- These look expensive.

- Those are for the Ferryman.

Once you reach the shore,

he will guide you the rest of the way.

- What about these?

Is it fucking Halloween or what?

- It is a tradition they have followed

for many, many years
since their existence.

Make sure you wear the masks

before you see the Ferryman.

Or you will be doomed to fail.

- Should the child be raised

by Satan and the forces of evil,

the next generation will be doomed

and burn in ever lasting hellfire.

Should he be raised by the forces of good

and the righteous, we will be saved.

- Shoot this son of a bitch.

- But mummy.

- Listen to me.

That cunt killed your daddy.

Don't you dare sob for
him, don't you dare.

Huh, come, pull yourself together

and pull the goddamn trigger.

- I don't want to.

- Don't you love your mummy?

- I do love you.

- Didn't you love your daddy?

- But mum.

- That man, yeah, he took your daddy away.

Don't that make you just a little bit mad?

- Yeah, that does make me mad.

- I'll show you, son.

It gets easier after awhile.

Yeah?

Okay.

In the end, it's just point and shoot.

Look, look, look.

Just point and shoot.

- It's cruel.

- Cruel, you say.

Yeah, that sounds like cowardly talk to me

and I aint raised no coward.

Now, there will be no dinner,

no breakfast, no nothing for you.

Yeah?

Until you start behaving like a man.

Do you hear me?

- Mum.

- No buts.

I am so ashamed of you right now.

Yeah, now you stop behaving
like a little pussy.

I'll beat your ass and
take you to your new daddy

telling him how disappointed I am in you,

the way you turned out.

- Sorry, sir.

- We drove all night

and as I spiraled slowly through the dark

and dimly lit country roads,

seeds of doubt began to sprout in my mind.

Was the whole story gibberish?

I had to admit to myself

that the whole thing sounded insane.

The ramblings of a mad man

who liked the taste of the
masses opium a little too much.

- You will be paid one million pound each

for the child's safe capture.

- But as a
man who had known hunger,

for a million pound,

I was prepared to believe in Bigfoot.

- Forgetting something, didn't you?

- I aint wearing that shit.

- If you accept this mission,

you will be reunited with your husband.

- Any funny shit, yeah,

and I'm gonna put one in your dome,

do you hear me?

- The island
was unknown to the public.

It's on a remote island

off the coast of northern England.

But I remained skeptical.

I couldn't help but feel destiny's hand

slowly guiding our way

through the mist and fog of the Irish sea

but in the distance we saw it.

The devil's island.

Hell itself.

- We wrestle not with flesh and blood

but with principalities, with powers,

with rulers of the world,

with spiritual wickedness in high places,

yet you, Jeremiah,

you will end mankind's struggles.

You've been sent here to save us

and save us you will.

Santa Jolie,

Santa Jeremiah,

please forgive me for all my sins.

My name is Rabboni,

I'm a mortal servant

and I've been sent here

to guide you through this port of hell.

- Oi, get up.

He's not a saint.

- Speak for yourself.

- You don't
believe this shit, do you?

- Of course I fucking don't.

What, do you?

- Don't really know what to believe.

- Oh you must believe.

Trust in God.

He's the savoir of all men.

Especially those who believe.

Timothy 4:10.

- Sounds like religious bullshit to me.

- If you're so skeptical

why the fuck are you even here?

So we can reunite you with
your dead husband, is that?

- You fucking little prick!

- Hit her.

Hit her.

Face, face.

Face, face.

- She hit me first

and as a millennial and a
believer in all equality.

Equal rights, equal fights.

- I wouldn't worry about it, Jeremiah.

She had that coming.

Equal rights, equal fights,

as far as I'm concerned.

- Jolie, I'm--

- Don't.

- She hasn't got the balls to do it.

Do you, Jolie?

- Jolie, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry I fucking punched you.

All right, I'm fucking,

I didn't mean it, it fucking happened.

Please, honestly, I'm fucking sorry.

- Shut up.

You're lucky I don't put
one in your fucking dome.

Huh?

Huh.

Feel like a big man,
yeah, hitting a woman?

Little pussy, huh?

- I can take you to him.

- What?

What you know where the boy is?

- Of course I do.

The child is with his daddy in the house.

Come on.

I'll take you to him.

It's not that far.

- We walked until
my feet were blistered,

red and raw.

Assured by Rabboni that
we were getting close

to the child and my fortune.

It occurred to me that something
wasn't right about Rabboni

but it didn't matter to me.

Once we had the child
and I secured my reward,

he could to hell for all I cared.

If only I knew what I knew now.

I would of left right then.

But hindsight's a wonderful thing.

- Jolie, Jolie.

Sort your mouth out.

- The dynamic duo has arrived.

Welcome.

- Where the fuck is the
child, you motherfuckers.

- He's in the house.

- Ah, no guns in the
house, I'm afraid, Jolie.

- How'd you know my fucking name?

- Everybody knows your name, Jolie.

Patron saint of nothing to lose.

- Felix and I are huge fans.

- I love you, Jolie.

- We both do.

Such bravery in the face of adversity.

- If you're such fans

then why are gonna try
to take my gun off me?

- Well, rules are rules, I'm afraid.

- Rules are the rules

and we all gotta follow the rules, Jolie.

- Without rules, where would we be?

Savage beasts.

- Just relax, will ya?

We'll get 'em back.

- We fucking better.

- Yeah, hands out.

Gotta search ya.

- You enjoying yourself there?

- I'm just doing my job.

- Fucking pervert.

And you, fucking peeping tom.

- I think you're rather
enjoying it, Jolie.

- Yeah, go fuck your mum.

- Oh, charming.

- Don't worry about Jolie.

She's just a little bit
eager to get in, that's all.

- Well, enjoy yourselves

and Jeremiah, you look
fabulous by the way.

- Yeah?

Cheers, lads.

- Bye, Jeremiah.

Goodbye, Jolie.

- They seem like nice lads to me.

- I was a man of the world,

experienced beyond my years

and in my 27 years on this Earth,

I'd seen just about most things.

But everything combined

was nothing compared to what I was about

to witness on this godforsaken island.

- You know, Jeremiah,

'round here, if you have money,

even the devil will
polish your gravestone.

- Yeah?

What are you saying, mate?

What's your name again?

I don't think I caught it.

- It's Rabboni.

Means teacher.

- Next!

- I don't want to go, mummy.

- Don't be such a baby.

- What is this?

- Poor, destitute parents

giving up their spawn for a better life

and will be well rewarded in the process.

Such a kind and noble thing to do.

- Mothers and fathers selling their kids?

- They'll only turn out bad, anyway.

Why, the offspring of pimps,

drug dealers, and rapists.

No, it's better this way.

Either that or abortion.

- I thought you were a man of God?

- The lord works in
mysterious ways, Jolie.

- [Narrator] That was the first crack

of weakness I'd seen in
Jolie's diamond tough shell.

Maybe it was the memory
of losing her unborn child

or maybe, just a natural
maternal instinct.

Either way, I was gonna let anyone

slowing (mumbling) on my fortune.

- You stand here before us today

charged with a very serious crime of,

questioning the policies and ideals

of the New World Order.

My sentence is death.

- Well, he did have that coming.

- What the fuck is this?

- It's the second case.

Payback, for years of male oppression.

- For the charge of sexism,

your sentence is death.

- So where's this child?

- I told you.

He's in the house.

It's not that much further.

- For the charge
of telling a racist joke,

your sentence is death.

- When you judge another man,

you don't define them, you define yourself

and these sick bastards were
defined by revenge and hate.

The house looked like hell on Earth.

But I decided heaven and hell
both belonged in my mind.

- Listen, bitch.

All that witchcraft shit doesn't scare me.

We're here for the boy.

Where the fuck is this boy?

- Don't you see, Jolie, you're too late.

The child is with the illuminated now.

Plagues will rain from the sky

and resurrection will begin.

- Stick together.

It's the only way we're
gonna get out of this alive.

Come.

- Yeah.

- Jeremiah.

The greatest.

- I don't even know who you are.

- Oh my god, it's Jolie and Jeremiah.

- How the fuck do they know who I am?

- I don't know.

- Brother, sister, join us.

Awake your inner beasts.

- I could eat.

We got time, right?

- For fucks sake.

- I aint eaten all day.

- Come on.

- Smells like swine.

All right?

- Oh.

- You fucking sick bastard.

- What's the matter?

You must try some.

It eating an infant a year, even,

it's gonna give you 20 years of life.

- You're a fucking baby killer.

- No.

No, it's not real.

It's a prop.

We're here for one reason, remember?

Relax.

- The child is upstairs.

Hurry.

- Do you know they're
eating fucking babies?

- But who wouldn't want
an extra 20 years, Jolie?

Think about what you could
do with an extra 20 years.

- Let's just get the
child and get out of here.

- No, listen, yeah.

I'm gonna come back and when I do,

I'm gonna torture every
single one of you cunts.

- There's a major overpopulation
on this planet, Jolie

and radical times call
for radical solutions.

- No.

- Don't you care about your planet, Jolie?

Now, come on.
- No.

- He's waiting.

- Filthy fucks!

Mickey.

Mickey, Mickey baby,

is that you?
- I think you're gonna

like it here, Jolie.

- Oh, no, no, no

that's impossible.

- Is it?

- That's impossible.

- Matthew, 19:26.

With man it is impossible,

but with God anything is possible.

- Is that him?
- He can be anything

you want him to be, Jolie.

- Please, is that actually him?

- Do you want him with
all your heart and soul?

- I do.

I do.

- Then let's go.

- I do.

Mickey?

Oi, Rabboni.

I need fucking answers.

- An answer I shall get you one shortly.

I'm sorry.

I never meant to upset you.

I just wanted us to be friends.

- Friends?

- Comrades.

- You aint my friend.

- How the fuck do they know who we are?

- Because you're a legend, Jeremiah.

An absolute fucking legend.

Both of ya.

Surely you understand that now.

- I don't understand.

What you mean?

- Stop being such an unbearable fucker.

Now come on.

The child is in here
somewhere, the little rascal.

Come in.

They don't bite.

Don't be such prudes.

These are just a couple
of our newest members.

We keep the tapes in the vault

for a little insurance policy.

Because if any of these bare asses

become an important bare ass,

well then we will have the evidence

of them doing guilty things.

- Come, Jeremiah.

Come and play with us.

- Jolie, come on you know you want to.

- Maybe later, ladies, eh?

Little Jeremiah stays in his cage

while I'm working.

- Any of you see the child?

- Oi, look.

Where's this fucking child?

Hello!

- Come on.

This way.

Look at you two.

You look beautiful.

He's going to be so proud of you.

- Is it Mickey, is Mickey in there?

- Is my money in there?

- It's better than all that.

Daddy.

- Daddy?

- Jeremiah.

The famous Jeremiah we've
heard so much about.

But I must say, Jeremiah.

You're looking spectacular.

Have you been moisturizing?

- Just where's the child?

- What child?

- Stop playing games.

- Relax, Jolie, please.

- Well, yeah, why is that?

- 'Cause if you piss me off,

you won't hear my proposal.

- What proposal?

- First champagne.

Rabboni.

- Yes, Daddy.

Daddy, I just wanted to say,

it's very kind of you to allow me

to join you this evening.

Your auspiciousness, it's truly touching.

- So you're not with the whites?

- He's with the church but
not all is what it seems.

First, a toast.

To new friendships.

- To new friendships.

- Jeremiah, great deceiver,

you know I've always liked you.

- Who are you?

- Treachery is close to my heart,

as are you.

You know your needs are a lot more simple

than the average mortal man.

I wouldn't of gone into
poverty personally.

So the whites and their boss

have offered you a million, yeah?

It's chump change.

How 'bout a billion to
come over to our side?

- A billion?

- Pounds sterling.

Could take it home tonight.

- Jeremiah, did you ever consider acting?

- What?

- Acting.

Hollywood, show business.

With your jawline,

you could go straight to the top.

And daddy could guarantee it, personally.

The money, fame.

The awards.

- I know all the top producers.

All the biggest agents work for me.

- Yeah and who might you be?

- I think you already know
the answer to that question.

- Jolie, dear sweet Jolie.

It's obvious why you came, innit?

The only man you've ever loved.

The only man that's ever loved you.

- Mickey.

- Yeah, Mickey.

I can make it happen.

- He can make it happen.

- It's impossible.

- Is it?

- Oh my god, baby.

- Oh, looks like I've got Jolie's answer.

So how 'bout you?

Although, I don't think
you'll like the alternative.

- No, no.

That's not my Mickey.

- He can be whoever you want him to be.

- That's not my Mickey.

I know my Mickey.

- Did you really think it
would be that fucking easy?

Charge them both

for the charge of
attempted murder, treason,

and the attempt to halt the advancement

of the New World Order.

I sentence you both to death,

torture by crucifixion.

- It wasn't that bad, come on,

it wasn't that bad, was it?

It wasn't that bad at all.

I think you're exaggerating
just a little bit.

I do think, I believe
you are exaggerating.

- I failed in my mission

to rescue the boy from the forces of evil

and get rich in the process.

He'll be raised by Satan now

and the next generation will be doomed.

Feminists will castrate young men

and their masculinity in droves

and the New World Order shall continue

to run the world with its policies.

The boy's innocence was gone

and he was now guilty as the rest of us.

- Last chance
to change your minds.

- Fuck you.

- How 'bout you Jeremiah?

Join me.

We'll have some fun, I promise.

- I'll do it.

I'll do it!

I'll, I'll do it!

- You fucking traitor.

- I knew you'd see the light.

Untie Jeremiah.

- Jolie refused to
sell her soul to the devil.

But Jolie had won.

Her will and defiance in the face of evil

meant she was indeed
reunited with her soulmate

and one true love Mickey.

Jolie fought Satan in hell

and she was victorious.

As for me, I ran.

I ran and I jumped and I swam as fast

as I could off that island

to me grandfather's big old house

that I was raised in.

He belonged to a different
generation to me,

and he saw the world through vintage lens.

But there's a maternal feel

about the home you raised in

that pulls you towards its bosom

when the times are their worst.

- An agreement is quite
something special, isn't it?

You can't forget that, can you?

No, no, no, no, no.

Now, by tomorrow morning,

you will receive a billion
pounds in your bank account.

So just, just relax.

Yes, relax.

Relax, my boy.

Yes.

Yes, just relax.

Yes, you relax.

That's right.

You're in safe hands now.

After all, we are soulmates.

- Everyone has a price.

So when you meet the
devil at the crossroads

and sell your soul to Satan,

the biggest mistake you can ever do

is regret it.