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Samuel, come along.

Ahem.

Being this day, year of our Lord 1691,

colony of Massachusetts,

township of Boston,

and such like and such like.

There is a minister... One... who would come.

Confession may better your chances in the hereafter.

It is doubtful, but it may by some twist of fate.

A wealth of evidence has convicted thee of trafficking with the devil.

Thou art to be hanged

and then burned over a basket of living cats.

There is no question left but one...

Do you choose to admit your crimes before man and God?

You'll get nothing from him. 'Tis as I said.

Well, that's the whole of it then.

Let the record show that this obscene wretch,

though afforded opportunity,

did fail to confess his crimes.

Sentence shall be carried out in timely fashion.

We stand adjourned.

Terrified, were they not?

Bold words for a man but hours from death.

Much can happen in a day.

Yet here have you hung for three.

Would not Satan have saved you were he thus inclined?

Perhaps he'll save us both, Redferne.

Ah!

I've tracked you my last. Tomorrow shall you die.

Never was there a brute more deserving.

Believe it upon seeing it.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

The thumb locks... they shall be kept in place even after he is hanged,

even while he burns.

When there is naught but ash, only then should they be...

Only then can they be dug free and returned to me.

Nay, my dear God!

Downed power lines and blown-out windows.

Another report claims a tornado touched down

in the Malibu area, but that's as yet unconfirmed.

What is certain is that this Santa Ana condition,

unpredicted by forecasters,

is quickly living up to its namesake

of The Devil's Wind. Now back...

Was that you?

He's breathing. Watch out for glass.

It's a wonder he didn't cut himself worse.

Canyon Country...

gets 'em all.

Think he's just drunk?

Hate to think he does this kind of thing sober.

Oh, what the heck are these?

Hey, don't touch him. Let the cops do that stuff.

Yeah.

Right.

Oh, winds.

Well...

come on, let's get him up.

Yeah, let's stick him on the porch.

A little compassion wouldn't hurt, Kassandra.

Yeah, or some smarts, Chas.

You know, you just can't take in every stray that you meet.

I took you in, didn't I?

No no no, not the sofa.

It's over 100 years old.

- Where? - Your room.

- Mine? - Everything's plastic.

Miraculous recovery you made.

Let me make a suggestion. Lose the booze, huh?

Phones are working.

Got someone you can call?

Could this somehow be the year?

Hey, Chas, he talks English...

English English!

Three centuries.

Oh, brother.

Look, just lie down here.

Let your big gray Delco recharge.

Jeez!

Oof.

Don't ever let me get old.

Oh! Jeez-louise, you scared me.

I'm heading out in a little while.

I'll give you a lift downtown.

What are you looking at?

Oh, my ring? I'm a Scorpio...

Or I was.

I don't believe in astrology much anymore.

Truly?

I don't think anyone does.

I mean, it's just so...

'60s.

You hungry?

I've got plenty of extras.

Look...

I'd let you try it on,

but, see, I broke this little finger

and now it's pretty much stuck.

Did I hear Kassandra say something about England?

You know, I was over there in '86.

I did this package thing with, like, some friends.

We included England, Scotland...

Oh, no.

Ah!

Help! Help!

Help! Somebody!

Please!

Help! Ah!

Help!

No.

No.

Please, no.

No.

Private clubs, bands?

Really he's just a guy I rented a room from.

I mean, if he was coming, I was always going.

Did he frequent public parks?

He didn't dick little boys through bathroom walls, ‘kay?

You said your roommate was gay.

Not queer... big difference.

Can you give me the names of his lovers?

Coroner's notes...

"Victim was found with tongue severed from mouth

"in such a manner as to suggest it was bitten out.

"Bite marks on the back of the neck. Evidence of massive..."

We about done? I forgot my insulin.

We'd like to find this guy before he make an omelet

out of somebody else's tongue.

- Thank you. - Don't thank me, thank Treshar.

Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye. - Bye, Fern.

You are a spiritualist?

I'm sorry. I thought everybody left.

You hail spirits, do you not?

I channel them.

Were you at the session?

Then channel me a spirit.

Well, I really only, uh,

do grope... group sessions...

Group sessions.

Channel me a spirit.

Who did you have in mind,

like a relative?

Like a father.

What's his name?

He has many.

I'll need one.

Zamiel.

Zamiel.

I have come...

Zamiel.

Ask me what you will.

I would ask that we wait.

For what do we wait?

For the true Zamiel to appear.

I am Zamiel

and only when you have cast aside

all doubts will you be able

to ask me... me...

Able to...

To...

To...

Ask!

Ask me.

Ask...

Ask me what thou will.

How comes it that you have brought me here?

Bring together

that which has been thirded.

Bring together

my bible.

The "Grand Grimoire," here? Now?

By a resourceful witch,

it could be retaken.

My efforts...

How might they be rewarded?

Service to Satan is reward.

For others, surely.

But for that most cunning witch

who steals back your bible,

the book that can thwart creation itself...

what for him?

Do what I demand.

Bring together all three parts

and you shall be him.

Him?

The One Begotten Son.

It shall be me.

Let mine eyes guide thee.

Did he bleed, the one who wore these?

Did he bleed whatsoe'er?

No.

No! Ah!

Get off. No.

He was here.

His signature I know.

But I can find the beast only if his blood was spilt.

He came through this window, did he not, landing here?

The blonde-haired guy?

- Him? - Was he cut?

Show me where.

This may do.

Police emergency.

Yeah, some guy's in the house with me.

I don't know how dangerous he is,

but he's got a thing for blood.

You know, draw your own conclusions.

All right, I've got your address on the screen...

3237 Woodburn. Can I have your name?

Kassandra with a K.

We'll have a car there in a few minutes, Kassandra.

Don't expect me to be waiting around for you guys

'cause I'm skating right now.

Your well, where would it be?

My whale?

Your well... The place you draw water.

Oh sure...

my well.

Now brute, one last time will we play the game out.

What is it?

Please do not even breathe on it.

Some kind of compass?

Witch compass.

- This one here. - What of it?

What is it?

As I say, it is a witch compass.

Oh, you mean "witch," not "which.“

Like Samantha Tabitha witch.

Like the Warlock.

That... that guy was a—a Warlock?

The rudest that ever troubled daylight.

And this little jobber's gonna find him, right?

The needle shall point up his direction.

The quicker it swings, the closer is he.

The slower, the more distant.

Way cool.

What a cup of shit.

- This isn't gonna work. - Give it time.

The blood was thin.

Time is something you ain't got, buddy.

Though first I did think this was Newcastle

or a township of the Carolinas,

I think I am farther removed... much farther.

Hey, somebody's coming out.

- Freeze, police! - All right, watch his hands...

Watch him!

He lays waste to all in his path.

The place matters not!

Hear me when I say he's evil!

Evil absolute!

We'll run him down to the station,

but in the meantime, let me give you some advice...

Get away from this house.

- You got a watch? - Yeah.

Time me.

You've reached 911 police emergency.

Please stand by. Your call will be handled

as soon as an operator becomes available.

Oh!

Tout tout, through and about,

your callow life in dismay.

Rentum, osculum, tormentum,

a decade twice over a day.

This guy put some kind of hoodoo-hex spell on me.

He made me 40 instead of 20.

Is that what this guy did?

There is no crime of which he is incapable.

Hey, hey, hey! Uh...

Other door, okay? Other door.

Not a local product, are you?

1691?

Aye.

Like almost 300 years ago?

As queer as it seems to you, 'tis even more so to me.

He did this?

Twenty fucking years and not one party.

What a total ass-burn.

The altar table... he broked it?

Yeah, he "broked" it.

Hey look, I didn't spring you so you could come fix furniture.

What about me? How do we fix my face?

What was it he took from you?

Twenty years.

An object.

What kind of object?

Something small. Something personal to you.

My bracelet.

Like that? He took my charm bracelet.

Then you must reclaim it.

Only then can the spell be countered.

Reclaim it?

This I spied earlier. 'Tis yours?

The whole of it?

Just salt.

We'll take your coach.

We'll take a minute here.

Do you mean I gotta get my bracelet back to break the spell?

Back from that Warlock—

the guy who finger-paints with body fluids?

'Tis the one way. This you must do.

There is no question of it.

Hey, you see this? Insulin. It's the one thing I must do.

I hate it 'cause I have to do it.

I'll just cut and dye my hair again.

Hey, 40 ain't so bad.

I'll buy a little tennis skirt and...

prance around town like those bitches in their BMWs.

Sorry, Redferne,

but if you're nuts enough to want to find this guy, you're on your own.

You realize naught.

Realize? What?

What the spell has done.

It's aged me 20 years.

Not aged, aging.

Are you saying that tomorrow I'm gonna wake up...

60?

I say this...

Unless you find the Warlock and thereby your bracelet,

you shall die in but half a week.

- Die? - Of old age.

That didn't help.

Let's tarry not.

Hey, let's get things straight.

All I want is the bracelet.

I don't give a sailing shit what he did to you.

Look, as soon as I'm 20 again, you are on your own.

You got that, bud?

Look, if you're hungry, we'll just stop.

Okay, what are you doing?

Salting the leather.

No kidding.

How come?

Witches loathe salt.

Don't blame 'em. Salt, sugar, sulfites...

All that shit'll kill ya.

Tell me, must we travel on just one side of roadway

or as whichever we choose?

Yeah, it's just one side.

Which side might that be?

The right side.

Let your intention lie before you, not beside you.

Check this—

Some guy from the 17th century teaching me how to drive.

How quick they learn.

He's gotta go deep. He's gotta go deep.

He needs 10 yards to score.

It's fourth and 10.

He's going.

He hikes the ball,

throws it... good!

Gets it again, gets it again,

makes the pass, throws it up...

When you pass, you can't let those little stick guys

get between you and the receivers, 'kay?

Or else they'll keep on intercepting, 'kay?

Yeah! Six points.

Now I kick off to you.

You can't punt on first down.

Nobody does that, not even Tampa Bay.

Don't you watch football?

- Whence comes it? - Huh?

The music.

Oh, there's a church over there.

And how is it you're not there?

Oh, I never go.

My Dad hates all that stuff about Jesus and the 12 apostrophes.

Oh, intercepted. Your turn.

How come you're not there?

- Church? - Yeah, it's Sunday.

No witch can set foot on church ground.

You're telling me you're a witch?

You ain't no witch. Witches are girls.

Some are men.

Yeah? So where's your broomstick?

Witches fly on broomsticks.

Didn't you never see "The Wizard of Oz"?

I need no broomstick to fly.

Yeah?

What do you need?

You take MasterCard?

With plenty I.D., we do.

20th-century money... great shit.

You spend as much as you want till you hit your limit.

Then you go 50 bucks a whack.

What was that?

Fellas up in the hills hunting coyote.

You eat coyote around here, huh?

Well, a boy over at the trailer park was killed by one.

They do that sometimes.

Coyote will come down and drag off a small child.

Boy was fairly well chewed up from what's being said.

Skin taken clean off.

It looks so mean-looking.

Pray, wait.

It was your son... the boy killed?

For your loss I grieve.

But I have need to ask one thing...

Had he been baptized?

Who are you?

Why are you asking me this?

Was the boy baptized?

No.

His father wouldn't allow it.

So... clue me.

The Warlock will travel swifter now.

I'm not tracking here. You think he killed the kid?

Of all ingredients used by a witch, the most coveted is human fat.

And if that fat is cut from an unbaptized male child,

there is but one purpose. One thing it will beget.

I'm listening.

Flying potion.

You got KK TY Tucson, riding shotgun and keeping...

No little people inside.

I gathered.

Wanna know how it works?

If it'll help find the Warlock.

Highly doubtful.

Hey, you know the Earth is round?

For some years now.

Ask me anything. I took two years of high school.

Come on, ask me something.

Why is it you paint your face?

Nothing wrong with a little makeup, especially now.

Satanists paint their faces, not goodly women.

Are you saying in 1691 gals didn't wear any makeup?

If my Marian had but...

Nay, goodly women do not paint themselves.

You married way back there?

Oh. Well, you just said, "My Marian.“

Who's she?

We need new bearing.

Your sister?

- Pray, stop the coach. - Some squeeze?

- Stop here. - Who the shit is Marian?

Stop!

Oh, think then talk, banana brain.

God.

Oh, God.

Oh God.

Oh.

Go on. Go without me.

I don't want to know how bad it is.

Please, please don't look.

Oh, God.

Oh my...

Why couldn't he just kill me?

Nothing could be worse than this.

His very thought.

The cream's gone bad.

Couldn't be. I brought it in just yesterday.

You want to taste it?

No, I got a lot of work to do, Dad.

If you're done helping Elsie, maybe you could turn out the horse for me?

Hey hey.

Come on, hurry up.

I can beat you!

Can I ask you a question?

Will you please not have a meltdown this time?

Ask.

Who was Marian?

That's why you're after the Warlock, isn't it?

Yesterday you cared not to know such things.

Yesterday was 20 years ago.

She...

she was your age,

your true age.

What a blessed vision.

Soul as pure as God's own,

my Marian.

She was my goodwife.

Thought you said you weren't married.

It was long ago, even before here I came.

What happened to her?

The Warlock happened.

- Pray stop the car. - What's the matter?

Pray I bid you, stop the car, girl!

- Redferne, the compass. - Leave it!

If God stands with us, we'll need it no more.

We didn't find him yet, did we?!

- Well, would you look at this? - Hmm?

Bread didn't rise... browned but it didn't rise.

I must have forgotten to...

Tell me your woes.

You are bewitched?

Who are you?

The hex mark... is it yours or is it not?

Hex mark? What... I haven't seen a hex mark in 30 years.

The mark is mine.

- Amish? - Mennonite.

And we are bewitched.

- From there. - Hither has he come.

Hammer, nails.

Dad, what the devil do you think you're doing?

- Who are these... - If there are children present

make them absent.

- Take them and leave. - Leave? Wait a minute.

I got a schedule to keep here.

I can't just traipse off and turn this place over

- to some... - Listen to me.

A horse that sweats in the morning,

cream that sours overnight... you know the signs.

We both know.

Fix these pennies here.

It will ward off any errant magic.

On my word, close and brace the stairs.

You must open them only when I say.

And should ever your eyes meet his,

never show him no fear.

It is the air he breathes.

Hey...

careful.

He was here.

He's come for it.

Blessings of heaven, ‘tis the "Grand Grimoire“ he's after.

The spell book.

All witches keep grimoires,

yet one is indestructible; One is the bible of black magic...

The "Grand Grimoire."

Always witches have lusted for it.

And now here I find a page,

one lone page.

'Twas last held by a Boston church... The West End church.

I had urged them to third the book,

thus thirding the chance of a witch thieving it.

But the pages were to be kept on hallowed ground,

not scattered about the landside like...

- Where's the Warlock? - He's fled.

I don't get it. If this thing is so bitchen to witches,

why would he leave a page... Even just a page?

He would not.

The steps!

Of all the curiosities here I've seen,

none have surprised me more than this.

The planks!

Forgotten witches fly?

I forget nothing.

Who appointed you executioner, Redferne?

It was you yourself

when one life too many you did steal.

It seems even two thirds can work marvels.

Aah.

Aah!

Why'd you let him go?

- Ah! - Yes!

Argh!

His boots, his boots!

Get my Goddamn bracelet!

Ugh!

His toe.

Where's my Goddamn bracelet?

Nay, look not in his eyes.

Nay!

He's getting away!

Keys—find me brass keys! With them I can remove this hex.

The Warlock... you can't just let him blow out of here.

He'll die should I leave.

The hammer.

Take it. Where you find his tracks, nail the earth deeply.

A nail? A shitty little nail? Give me a shotgun and I'll...

Take the blessed hammer! He can be crippled!

Nails.

Aah!

Help ya?

Oh, no.

Yeah.

Aah.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

Feel them.

Mmm.

The keys should be spun once each hour clockways.

Meddle not with the dressing.

By morn, the blood shall stop.

How's he doing?

I have no excuse save to say that,

having seen so many die by the Warlock's hand,

the chance to spare just one life with mine own...

Forget it. I understand.

Besides...

I got it back!

Then let's tarry not.

We'll rebuild the compass.

The goods are common... brass, copper, glass.

'Tis this, his blood, that matters most.

Here...

and here.

You've watched me long enough.

The gas is on the right, the brakes are on the left.

That's more than I knew when I started to drive.

Drive... me?

And take this. It's for gas.

When they give you the slip of paper, just scribble a name, any name.

They never check.

- You're not coming? - Look, you got my car, my money.

My best wishes.

Later days, Redferne.

We had a deal, remember? Just till I got my bracelet back.

That was it, man. That was it.

You know what he's capable of. You've seen.

Why do you think I'm not going?

What are you called?

It's a little late for introductions, ain't it?

Your name.

Kassandra with a K.

Then hear me well, Kassandra with a K.

The Warlock holds two parts of the book.

This much he confessed.

Know you what happens should he gain all three?

I don't want to know.

I don't.

Hidden within that book is the name of God,

the lost name of God.

The lost name of...

Huh-uh.

I don't want to hear this.

'Tis the name invoked during creation.

Witches charge...

that should this name, this true name of God...

be uttered back to front...

I'm not listening. Blah blah blah blah... - Should this name be uttered in reverse...

- all creation will undo! - Blah, blah, blah...

'Twill reverse!

We'll uncreate?

That what you're telling me? The whole world...

All worlds, Kassandra.

All.

Oh.

He scares the crap out of me.

And he knows it.

I'll not let him harm you.

Next time there won't be any spells...

No hexes, no potions.

Next time he's gonna kill me.

I'll not let him harm you.

We travel north?

Trust me on this, 'kay?

But if all along the Warlock has borne east...

We're not gonna play tag with this guy... not anymore.

What would you have us do?

The kids in 1691 ever play a game

where they jump over someone else's back to get ahead?

- Leaping frog? - There you go.

Instead of tag, we play leapfrog.

We get to that church in Boston. They gotta have records, right?

Forget the Warlock. We'll find the last part

of the book instead. Are you sparked?

But what happens if the church is no longer standing?

I didn't shoot your plan full of holes.

Is that like the old West End church

or is that the new West End church?

The one on Somerset Avenue?

Nay, 'twould be Somerset Road.

Ah! Close enough.

Thanks, operator.

Arriving passenger Wendy Brown...

Still got that knife?

Give me it.

- My bodkin? - No, your knife.

Come on. We'll check it with my bag. It's okay.

'kay.

Um...

'kay, how about that whip?

What of it?

Well, they're not gonna let you on board with that.

On board what?

Just give me the whip, 'kay?

That comes to $596.36. Cash, check or charge?

Charge...

I think.

Excuse me. Gate 40?

Sure. Just go down the hall, turn right,

then through the double doors on your left.

Thanks.

Oh, no.

Computer must be down.

Timing, huh?

You know, we'd better hurry or we're gonna miss this plane.

Redferne?

Come on, let's tarry not. What...

These winged machines... the ones that thunder...

Planes.

But men travel inside them... through the air?

Men like us. Come on.

Oh, no, no.

Look you...

In my day, those even endeavoring to fly are accused of witchery.

No, look yourself, okay? The book is in Boston.

That means we gotta beam out there and find someone who knows.

My boots work best with ground beneath them... directly beneath.

What am I gonna have to do here, hold your...

Oh, shit!

- Where did you get this? - The farmhouse.

No, I know, but I mean you're gonna have to leave it here, you know?

I'll not abandon my every weapon.

Look, we're gonna miss our plane. Give it to me.

- I'll not. - Look, buster,

I'm in charge of this safari now

and if I say, you're gonna...

- Keep it. - Keep it?

Quit arguing with me and just keep it!

Boston!

Looks like you just made it.

You're telling me.

- Can I take that for you? - Over my rotting corpse.

Family heirloom.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, like this.

Get passive, huh?

You can actually get some sleep here.

What now?

There is a witch among us. Set me free.

The vane... where did that wench put the vane?

Hey, take a minute here, huh?

We're like 39 million feet in the air.

There's no way he could be on board.

Cream that spoils, a flame the burns pure blue...

- There's no way, Redferne. - I know the signs!

Look, I know he's not here.

How?

How is it you're so sure?

- You saw him. - We're after the book now.

- Remember? - You saw him and you told me naught.

We left him behind, Redferne.

Look, we're halfway to Boston.

He's back there beeping the X-ray machines.

Forget him, 'kay?

He's with us still!

Now I'll search thither, you thither.

Keep your wits about you, such as they are.

Excuse me.

Well?

I cannot reason this.

There is witchery afoot. I draw breath and taste it.

Maybe there's another witch afoot.

Could be like Glinda, Good Witch of the West.

A good witch?

Sweet dreams, Redferne.

Good witch.

Let me guess... California, right?

How'd you know?

Bear to your left.

What?

- 'Twas Boston Common we

just now passed? - Yeah.

And we travel north on Tremont Road?

- Yeah, we're on Tremont. - Then bear west.

The church lies not far off.

I think I'll keep going this way, loop around onto Cambridge.

Nay, turn here... here!

Hey look, pal, I know this town pretty good.

I've lived here since 1958.

How about you?

Don't answer that.

Lest you favor throttlings to the ears and face,

bear west here.

They wonder why we hate the Lakers.

Pray might we speak inside?

- Speak? - It's important. It really is.

Maybe you could come back tomorrow in the morning,

anytime after 8:30, or call the church office...

Regarding the "Grand Grimoire."

Some of the other clergy know about it too.

I'm not the only one who's seen the records, but...

nobody seems to recall how or why it came into church hands.

Some sort of witches' book, isn't it?

Can we see those records...

tonight?

Church papers wouldn't be for sale at any price.

You are document collectors, isn't that it?

We aren't here to buy anything.

We just have to find that book.

Well, it's not here, if that's what you're hoping.

It was broken up long ago, divided into...

He's here.

The wretch is on us like a tail on a hound.

- No, he's not here. - He is.

He's not.

Can I ask what your interest is in finding such a book?

Our interest lies in stopping those

who would see all good falter.

It lies in stopping the powers of misrule from coming of age.

It lies in finding that damned book

and thwarting a vile beast of a man

who shall not rest until God himself is thrown down

and all of creation becomes Satan's black hell-besmeared farting hole.

You asked.

Here...

"Chronicled in the year of The Lord 1692,

"township of Boston, some few remarks upon a book most dire,

"called by some the "Book of Shadows," by others the "Key of Solomon,“

and named by other still the "Grand Grimoire."

Aye, that's the one.

"The need for exquisite caution.

Many-faced lieutenants of Lucifer."

Well, the language gets pretty thick,

but I remember something about how the book was distributed.

- Like where? - Let's see.

"One part was placed within the slender hollow of a table

- "used in the taking of communion...“ - Chas's table.

"Another part was given to a vicar who had recently founded a ministry

- "west of the Carolinas." - The farmhouse in the chest. Gotta be.

- "And the third part..." - Yeah?

Well, if I'm reading this correctly,

the third part might still be here in Boston.

Was this a plan or what?

Okay, where?

- A graveyard? - A burial ground, one I know.

Now we're gonna go dig up graves?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

If luck looks upon us, there'll be no digging,

for should the earth there be hallowed, then the pages lie safe.

Never can no witch set foot on consecrated ground.

Whose idea was this?

So much has changed,

yet at times I spy a familiar stretch of park or turn of the road.

Over there.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

I don't know. It was a soft sort of like...

A soft...

I'll say good evening...

even though it does seem unwarranted.

The two who were here earlier this night,

what was told them?

The man... Redferne?

Well, we... talked about many things.

Then talk to me of pages.

Of pages and places most secret.

Pages, eh?

I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to.

Sit down!

And let you sit too.

I feel them.

Them?

How could you know that?

A boy child...

and a girl.

Both shall be born well-favored providing he tells me what I need know.

Please tell him, Stuart.

Tell me, Stuart,

lest your children be born slugs of cold flesh.

Tell me now.

How do we know if it's holy ground?

We'll know.

Is that good?

The ground has been consecrated.

Well, that's it, right? The pages are safe.

Should they still be here.

The pastor...

He spoked of a tomb carved with a hex mark.

I'll search thither, you thither.

- A hex mark? - Aye.

A hex mark.

Redferne!

- Like this? - Like this.

The bolts are sound.

There has been no meddling in all this while.

You mean we're not gonna open it?

Nay, we'll leave it as we found it.

Good call. Trust me.

We don't want to open this unless we really, r-really gotta.

Come on, Redferne.

I think Giles is a... is a nice name.

What, you expected to live forever?

Well, at least we didn't have to open it.

I mean, we didn't have to stare at your putrefied corpse or anything.

Uh-oh.

What's the deal here?

Redferne...

Get back here. Redferne!

They're moving graves!

That sign says something about a landfill... about condos!

They're moving people from this side of the graveyard to that side.

- And so? - I had this awful thought.

What if that side of the wall wasn't part of the real graveyard?

You know, I bet you aren't even in here.

The pages maybe, but not you.

Are you daft? 'Tis mine own casket.

Yeah, but you're not dead. You're right here.

Look, before you died you came to the 20th century. Think of it that way.

How could there be tomb and casket but I died?

I guess we find out the hard way.

Hey!

I'll do it.

Now don't look till I say it's okay to look, okay?

Just be quick about it.

Well?

Better not look.

Is there a body inside, mine own?

Better not look.

Can I look now?

No, better not.

O, blessings of heaven.

What'd you expect? I said, "Better not look"

and you looked!

How dumb can you be?

The pages... take them and hurry.

Hurry!

Eeeew.

Oh yuck!

I said hurry, did I not?!

Doesn't hurt a bit.

Just a couple more.

All that remains is to see the pages back to hallowed ground.

- Redferne? - Aye.

I think he's here.

The pages.

Take half. Take half!

Go!

Go!

No!

Come out, Redferne!

Show yourself!

Oh God!

Virtuous idea.

Stop!

What you hold for what I hold.

A straight swap of goods.

Your offer seems light.

All will die should I give these up.

The Uncreation? Only the daft believe such a thing.

The pages, Redferne... give them up.

No, don't you dare!

Believe it, Redferne. Her death will make all others

seem like a pink tea party.

And you... you who stand there cowlike on hallowed earth

shall hear every whimper, every cry,

every gasping gush I can wring from her slow, dying body.

See her... the mouth, the legs,

the breasts.

So much like those of someone once you knew.

Of someone both we knew.

Well, Redferne, shall she live

or shall she join sweet Marian in the hereafter?

Take the pages.

Ah!

But take them by hand.

How's this?

No spells, no flying, no magic.

Take them if you're able.

Now who makes the hollow offer?

You give up nothing.

Take the pages if you're able.

So you fear me.

'Tis I who others fear.

Not you... the magic.

Having waited so long,

it could prove wonderfully good to linger.

Aah!

Fear... tell me how it feels.

Aah!

Feels as if the rules have changed.

I am he of empty crib and stillborn foal.

I am he whose coming the stars have foretold.

I am he with heart forged by blackest coal.

I am he who makest whole the glorious goal

of Satan's unborn soul!

Now reveal unto me the name of God.

No, no.

I know thee!

I know your name!

I know the word

that can undo all you have wrought.

Yay, I know thee!

Nay nay, say it not!

Es...

Try saltwater, fuck-brain!

You are owed a debt greater than any will know, save one.

From me then, a world of thanks, Kassandra...

Kassandra with a K.

Had our two lives been not so out of joint...

Had we...

What I mean to say is...

Redferne.

Aw.

Oh...

shoot.

Oooh-hoo! Yoo!