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(screams)

(Baldwin screams)

(screams)

(crying)

CORDELIA:
It's over.

We know who you are.

Your allies are all dead.

You failed.

I've already proven to you
that I can defy death.

I'm just gonna bring her back.

And when I do, my Ms. Mead will
stand by me as we watch you die.

You can certainly go to Hell,
but you won't find her there.

What have you done?

Her soul is hidden
by a spell only I can break.

You'll never see her again.

You're alone.

(voice breaking):
I'm never alone.

I have my father.

Where is he now?

Why did he let this happen?

You don't have to follow
this path

your father laid out for you.

You can write your own destiny.

You can still turn away.

There's humanity in you.

I see it.

If you come with me,

maybe we can find it.

Together.

Somehow,

some way, I am gonna
bring her back.

And then I'm gonna kill
every last one of you.

� �

� �

� �

I'm not going any further.

Father, tell me what to do,
and I'll do it.

I'm not leaving this circle
until you talk to me.

They're gone. The warlocks,

my Ms. Mead.

Burned alive at the stake
by the witches.

(panting):
Until nothing was left

but ash and smoke.

You tell me what to do...

or you let me die here.

(birds cawing)

(child laughs)

Would you like a grape Fanta?

Would you like
a grape Fanta?

-No, I'm on a mission.
-GIRL: You're hungry.

You need nourishment.
Take an apple.

It's so juicy. It's so juicy.

I have to talk to my father.

You don't have-- you don't have
to do anything. All are welcome.

Come to the light.

Leave me alone.

(� la The Exorcist):
Why you do this to me?

You left me to die. To burn.

To burn.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

You're not real.

None of this is re-real.

Don't listen to her.

You've done a great job.

LANGDON:
No.

I failed.

I'm lost.
I don't understand my purpose.

You're everything we expected.

The Alpha and the Omega.

Who is, who was,

and who is to come.

Liar!

God loves you.

(goat bleats)

Are you my father?

(goat bleats)

(hissing)

What do you want from me?!

What am I supposed to do?!

Fuck am I supposed to do?

(siren wailing in distance)

� �

You lost?

(door locks)

(congregation chanting)

HANNAH:
People.

Listen the fuck up.

Just because we have a president
who's a total douchenozzle

and global warming
is getting worse,

that doesn't mean you can
sit here on your lazy asses

and holler out
a few "Hail Satans."

You think end-time's
just gonna show up

like a herpes sore?

So tired of preaching
to the goddamn choir.

What aren't you getting?
You know the drill.

The Antichrist is gonna ride in
on a wave of sin,

and all we have here
is a weak piss dribble.

Somebody, please help me out.
I'm about ready

to gouge out my own eyes
so I don't have to look

at this weak-ass congregation
anymore.

I need to hear some sins.

I need to feel
we're making way for him.

You.

What are your sins?

What did you do
to usher him in this week?

I stole a hundred dollars
from my register at work.

HANNAH: Seriously?
A fucking rounding error?

(chuckles):
You think that's gonna open up

the Gates of Hell?

-I slept with my wife's sister.
-I've seen bad face-lifts

that are more evil than you.

You want to know
what I did this week?

You want to be inspired?

You want to know how
I'm helping bring end-times?

I robbed a nursing home

and I gave all the money
to the NRA.

Next week
I need to feel some evil.

I need to be repulsed.

I need to feel sick
to my stomach.

I want to be inspired!

(sighs)
Whatever. Okay.

Let's speak in tongues
for a hot sec and...

show some respect.

(congregation murmuring
indistinctly)

I don't have any money
right now.

Or any food
from the looks of it.

(murmuring continues)

How long has it been
since you ate, kid?

(Langdon sighs)

What's it to you?

Just...

trying to help out
a fellow believer.

You know...

after the service...

I could fix you something.

My place is only
a couple of blocks from here.

That's actually
really nice of you.

What can I say?

Nobody's perfect.

What's your name, kid?

Michael.

You must have been starving.

I seen a lot of young people
like you come to our church

off the five stars on Yelp and
the free doughnut at check-in.

They all had
the same look you do.

Scared. Searching.

Questioning what the hell
this all means.

So...

what's your story?

How did you end up all alone

and at our beloved
Satan's doorstep?

My father abandoned me.

And my mother tried to kill me.

Humanity...

is shit.

This world is
a twisted black hole

of sin and chaos,

and that's why Satanism is
the way of the future.

We are the fastest-growing
religion in the world,

so we need people like you--

bright, eager,
the next generation--

to help spread the word
of Lucifer.

'Cause here's
the beautiful secret, babe.

Once you embrace
that at our core

we are degenerate,
rotten beings,

every last one of us...

you'll be free.

Satanism...

is about giving in
to your urges,

embracing sin, your true nature.

I sold my soul to the Devil,

and he gave me
everything I ever wanted.

You sold your soul?

Did you sign a contract
in blood?

I made a deal in a Black Mass,
as one does.

Through prayer.

And by prayer--
I mean...

killing people-- it works.

You're standing in the proof.

I offered up my soul, and...

he gave me all this.

Riches beyond compare.
(chuckles)

I've got a... a La-Z-Boy,

a-a cable package
with all the premium channels.

I shoot up heroin

as much as I want,
and I never get the sweats.

And every Wednesday night
Brad Pitt comes over

and fucks me
till the sun comes up.

On Friday nights
I get Ryan Reynolds.

So that's all it is, then.

Satan is carnal pleasure.

(chuckles)

Hell no.

We've got a greater purpose.

We are moving towards
the beginning of the end.

Our savior is coming.

The spawn of Satan will...

lead us off the cliff
and into the end-times.

We just have to make things
terrible enough for him to rise.

We are the fetid,

rancid, contaminated soil

from which he will bloom.
(panting)

And then plunge us

in eternal darkness

so that we can walk with Satan
in eternal hellfire.

I hate to break it to you...

but you're waiting in vain.

What are you talking about?

I'm the one you're waiting for.

How dare you blaspheme!

Well, before you kill me,
dear believer...

see me.

(gasps)

(knife drops to floor)

Hail Satan!

Our savior has risen!

� �

(thunder crashes)

CHOIR:
� Semper crescis �

� Aut decrescis �

� Vita �

� Detestabilis �

� Nunc obdurat �

� Et tunc curat �

� Ludo mentis �

� Aciem �

� Sors salutis �

-� Et virtutis �
-(thunder crashes)

� Michi nunc �

� Contraria �

� Quod per sortem �

� Sternit fortem �

� Mecum omnes �

� Plangite! �

(holding last note)

-(music ends)
-Ladies and gentlemen,

the volunteer All-Sinners choir!

(cheering)

They really know how to raise
some hell, don't they, kids?

OTHERS:
Hail Satan!

And, you ask, why does it rain
every time they sing?

Because God is pissing
in his pants.

OTHERS:
Hail Satan!

Well, now that we're
in the mood,

are you ready for an
old-fashioned human sacrifice?

-OTHERS: Yeah!
-Black Mass...

you are everything!

(muffled sobbing)

This is Leticia.

She is a social worker.

And she's dedicated
her entire life

to easing the suffering
of those less fortunate.

Bitch, please.

(laughter)

Theodore...

is a lifelong member
of Doctors Without Borders.

-(muffled whimpering)
-Isn't that just too precious?

Minus the two of them,
I think the world will be

a little bit shittier.

So why waste any more time?

The honor
of today's killing goes

to a new member-- Phil.

MAN:
Go, Phil!

Phil, tell us a little something
about yourself.

Well, I was
the chief accountant at Gawker

before, you know...

-that whole thing.
-Ugh! Ouch.

Then my girlfriend left me,

and my life turned to shit...

until I saw the darkness.

Are you ready
to pledge your soul to Satan?

(sighs):
Am I ever.

They're all yours.

Hail Satan!

OTHERS:
Hail Satan!

Hail Satan.

Don't let me down, Phil.

(muffled whimpering)

MADELYN:
Wait!

This honor belongs
to someone else.

Someone else?

His name is Michael.

He's...

new here.

(congregation murmuring)

Well, even if he's willing
to sell his soul,

why should he go before...?

Michael doesn't need
to sell his soul.

The end-times

are upon us.

Behold.

(lightning crashes)

The mark of the beast.

Is it possible that...

you're the one?

I am.

ALL:
Hail Satan.

� O Fortuna �

� Velut luna �

(whimpering)

� Statu �

� Variabilis. �

(applause)

-Hail Satan!
-ALL: Hail Satan!

Is it too spicy?

No. It's good.

Oh, thank the Dark Lord.

It's my mother's recipe.

Now try the macaroni salad.

No, the turkey meatballs.

HANNAH:
May I touch your hair?

MADELYN:
Let the kid eat.

O-Or is something wrong?

What can we get you?
What can we do?

I just think everyone should do
what you normally do.

Have fun.

Enjoy your Wednesday
potluck dinner like always.

You heard him.

Our guest of honor eats
at his own pace.

(soft chatter)

(chuckles)

Though I can personally vouch
for the spinach lasagna.

It would be the honor of my life
to watch you eat it.

So, what happens next?

Probably your lasagna.

(laughs)
No,

I meant on
the global annihilation front.

What do we do first?

When do we do it?

I'm not sure.

What do you mean
you're not sure?

I don't know what to do,

where to begin.

But you're the Antichrist.

Which people
won't let me forget.

Everyone keeps saying
that I'm special,

that I'm the only one who
can bring about the end-times,

but nobody gave me
a fucking instruction manual.

And the one person
who always helped me,

who I could always turn to
for advice,

she's gone now.

I have no one.

Oh.

I-I think there's some people
you need to see.

Who?

Just trust me.

We are on the precipice
of oblivion, Michael.

Now is not the time
to bury yourself in doubt.

This person who helped you,

what was her name?

Ms. Miriam Mead.

We have access
to private search engines

that can find anyone.

And... there she is.

We'll just go and pick her up.

It's not possible.

I'm not powerful enough
to bring her back.

Not anymore, at least.

She's dead.

Dead?

That's something
we can work around.

(chair scrapes)

You are the son of Satan.

There is no one

or no thing

you cannot have.

-(gulls calling)
-LANGDON: I don't know why

you won't just tell me
exactly where we're going.

MADELYN (chuckles): I'm sorry.
I'm already a little freaked out

I've said too much.
And you being who you are...

(chuckles):
It's okay.

You don't have to be nervous
around me.

I'm the same guy I was
when you met me.

(laughing):
That is so not true.

Just tell me.

Okay.

We are, like,
this secret network.

We all know each other.

A secret network of people
who sold their souls.

Yeah.

And...

if you think about this network
like it's a hotel,

then I am taking you
to the penthouse.

No one is gonna pass up a chance

to meet the true son
of the most foul.

If there is anyone who can help
get you back on track, they can.

(shuts engine off)

You're not coming with me?

They're only interested in you.

Just... go up the path
to the entrance.

I really think
you're gonna be impressed.

At least I hope so.

Why are you so good to me?

I've waited for you
my whole life.

We all have.

Could I ask you a favor?

Anything.

When you finally talk
to your father,

could you maybe put in
a good word for me?

When I get to Hell,

I want to be
in the lowest circle.

Circle?

However it's structured,

I want to be in the worst part.

Or the best part.

I want to burn
in blistering fire

for all eternity in service.

I'll see what I can do.

-Okay?
-(giggles): Okay.

Hail Satan!

(chuckling)

(grunts, sniffs)

Tell me
that wasn't the last of it.

I ordered more, bruh.
How you coming?

Almost done.

Okay.

Let's try

(whirring)

(both chuckling)

Holy shit, that's way better.
What'd you do?

Eh, I tweaked the feedback
sensors on the finger joints

and gave the lateral servos
a flush.

The next auto-update,
all our Tiffany and Bambi users

are going to be very happy.

Fuck yeah, bro. I'm pitching
a tent just looking at that.

Mm.

-JEFF: Oh, shit!
-MUTT: Whoa, whoa!

-Oh!
-Oh, oh! Well,

5,000 of our clients
just got their dicks ripped off.

-(laughs) It's okay, it's okay.
-(laughs)

-I know what the problem is.
-Yeah, I know

what my problem is--
I need another fix.

Hey, babe, we're spiraling here.

Do you have an ETA?

Babe? Babe?

Babe?

VENABLE:
It's just arriving now.

Terribly sorry for the delay.

I'm so sorry, Ms. Venable.

There was a bad accident
on the 101.

Not as bad as the accident
that brought you into the world,

I'm sure.

I got back as fast as I could.

You don't have
to insult me again.

I certainly don't have to.

But why deny myself one
of life's simple pleasures?

Now set that down

and summon all your brain cells
to clear your desk.

Y-You can't treat people
like this.

I'm gonna report you to HR.

I am HR, bitch.

And everything else that matters
around here, too.

Now, do me a favor and get
the fuck out of my sight.

("The Morning After"
by Maureen McGovern playing)

MUTT:
Dude, this easy listening music

you're always playing
is not helping.

How many times do I have
to tell you,

don't knock the playlist,
the playlist is everything.

Light rock is soothing for me;
it is calming, it is focusing.

Other than cocaine,
it is my cocaine.

Ah. Yes.

Oh, babe, you're a lifesaver.

Hey, I was working.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

I forgot.

� Oh, can't you see
the morning after? �

MUTT:
Ha-ha.

-Easy.
-(Mutt and Jeff snorting)

CALL GIRL:
How do you guys not OD?

Oh... hell if I know.

-Devil of a mystery. (chuckles)
-VENABLE: The package

of dog feces is on its way
to Mr. Zuckerberg's estate--

fourth-class mail, of course.

Rihanna's people called--
she'll be available all weekend,

and I've already purchased
the island.

-Oh, nice.
-Yes. Ms. Venable.

What would our lives be
without you?

Oh, I just can't imagine.

(snorts) A lot less purple.

Yeah, purple's Ms. Venable's
thing.

Just as self-abasement is yours.

(Jeff and Mutt laugh)

-(whistles)
-(laughs)

JEFF:
Zinger. Yeah.

VENABLE:
Lastly, the front desk

says there's a gentleman here
to see you.

Apparently he claims
to have arranged this meeting

-with you himself.
-Uh, yeah.

If you could let him in
the private elevator, please?

(snorting)

VENABLE:
Certainly.

Don't ever call me "babe."

(scoffs) Sometimes, I swear,
she hates our guts.

(elevator bell rings)

(lock beeps, latch clicks)

Dude.

What's up?

Come on in. (chuckles)
Dying to meet you.

Yeah, Madelyn's really
been talking you up.

-That lady is whacked, right?
-(both chuckle)

But she seems totally convinced
that you're The One.

No offense, but I thought you'd
be a little bit more jacked.

Like, I was picturing you
totally ripped, like The--

like The Rock when he was,
you know, The Rock.

Yeah, that's, like,
stereotypical, dude.

-What do you mean?
-Yeah, that's not cool.

Uh, what's your name again?

Michael.

-Langdon.
-Michael Langdon.

I mean, got to admit, that's
a little weak, right? (chuckles)

JEFF (chuckles):
Yeah.

Shouldn't you be like Beelzebub
or some shit like that?

(Jeff and Mutt laugh)

-Old Scratch?
-(laughing)

-Oh, dude, dude, dude.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Wait. No, no, Dude. Dude.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey. Ho.

-Dude, dude. No, no, no.
-Ho.

No, no, no.
Uh, we-we-we believe you.

It-- you know, I thought I'd be,
like, pissing my pants

or something, and...

I am dry as the Sahara, bro.

JEFF: Yeah. You got to look
at it from our shoes here.

I mean, how do we know
you're the Antichrist?

Yeah, how do we know?

Yeah, I mean, that's cool,

but it's just a tattoo
on your scalp.

No. It's true.
I can feel the darkness.

It's making me sick
and it's coming from him.

-Oh, shit!
-Holy shit!

-(gasps)
-(pants)

-Hail Satan.
-Hail Satan.

JEFF AND MUTT:
Hail Satan.

-Hail Satan.
-Satan, hail. Satan, hail.

Dude, we owe everything
to your old man. Do you know

how much time we wasted doing
the Silicon Valley grind

-before we found our faith?
-For years we worked 20 hours

a day in R&D for a company
whose nondisclosure agreements

prevent us
from mentioning by name.

But did Elon give us any credit?

Any opportunity for advancement?

-No!
-No! The fix is in, man.

The world is run by prep school
failsons and Russian oligarchs.

Everyone else just slaves away

trying to make
these rich assholes richer.

-Fuck that shit.
-Fuck it.

-Fuck it.
-Fuck it.

Why put in the work when there's
no reward, right?

And then we learned the secret.

The politicians,
the billionaires, the elite--

they all made a deal to work
in his service.

-My dad.
-MUTT (chuckles): Exactly.

That's when we took
the plunge, too.

Sold our souls. Did the whole
Black Mass thing.

Now, we own
a robotics company worth...

BOTH:
Billions.

We inhale booger sugar
like it's fucking oxygen,

and we bang Victoria's Secret
models every Tuesday.

Fuck yeah.

Thursdays we get Ryan Reynolds.

MUTT: The point is, it would be
an honor to play even

a small role in bringing
the cosmic skid mark

that is Planet Earth
to a fiery end.

JEFF:
We are your servants, Michael.

Now and forever.

How can we help, even
in the most microscopic of ways?

I lost someone very dear to me.

My one true ally.

You want to help?
Bring her back.

You came to the right place.

Our AI tech makes HAL 9000
look like a fucking abacus.

We can whip you up

a new right-hand lickety-split,
player.

You can?

Tell us about her.

Everything you can remember.

(snorting)

(sighs) No.
We owe him more than this.

She's gonna be identical,
down to her final pube.

No, it's not good enough, bro.

Not when your client is
the spawn of Satan.

Think.

-I'm thinking!
-Think harder!

-I'm thinking!
-Think faster!

(panting)

We need to make her Mossad.

-Yeah!
-Mossad!

JEFF:
Mossad!

(machinery whirring)

(whirring, beeping)

MUTT:
240 terabytes of memory,

over 11,000 processor cores.

She could crush Watson at
Jeopardy! and kick the asses

-of every roided actor in
the Expendables franchise.
-(Jeff chuckles)

She's amazing.

Why is she so cold?

Oh, that'll change with the flip
of her "on" switch.

She's got a nanowire-based
lithium ion battery.

Basically the Energizer Bunny's
wet dream.

We fire her up,
she goes on forever.

MUTT: Just don't tell her
she's a biomechanical humanoid.

At least not at first.

It'll send her into the mother
of all existential crises.

She could end up killing
herself, maybe others.

Seriously, I've seen it happen.

-Not worth the headache.
-(Mutt and Jeff chuckle)

And now...

Kineros Robotics proudly
presents...

the Battle-Ax-- Miriam Mead 2.0.

Now, don't expect her to be
her old self right away.

It's gonna take her time.

She needs to learn from you.

Build a rapport.

Like any relationship.

How I've missed you, Michael.

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