All language subtitles for The Devil Rides Out 1968 480p

Hello, Nicholas.

Hello, Rex.
How are you?

Fine, fine.

Where is Simon?

Well when did you
last see him?

Three months ago.

Three months?

Do you think
he's in trouble?

Wouldn't he have
told me if he was?

Perhaps he told
Richard or Marie.

No. They haven't seen
him since Christmas.

Then something
must be wrong.

Let's go to his club.

He isn't there
anymore, Rex.

He bought a house,
a large one.

What on earth for?

Exactly.

Do you know
where it is?

Mr Simon Aron's house.

(Doorbell)

Mr Aron?

(Hum of conversation)

Good Lord.

- Nicholas!
- Simon.

- Rex!
- Hello, Simon.

What a wonderful surprise.

We must apologise
for breaking in

on your party
like this, Simon.

Oh, it isn't a party.

It's just a meeting
of a little...

astronomical society
I've joined.

Really?

Well, let me introduce you
to the members.

Countess...

May I introduce
my friends?

The Duc de Richleau.

Madame.

Enchantée.

(Simon) And Rex Van Ryn.

Countess D'Urfey.

Madame.

Monsieur.

Tanith?
Mr Mocata?

I'd like to introduce
you to my friends.

The Duc de Richleau.

Mr Van Ryn.

Ms Carlisle.

Mr Mocata.

(Mocata) It's always a pleasure
to meet Simon's friends.

Mademoiselle.

Monsieur.

Mr Van Ryn.

I believe
we have met before.

Have we?
I don't remember.

You've said you've
joined an astronomical society,

have you, Simon?

We were pleased
to welcome him to our circle.

Yes.

That explains why
I haven't seen anything of you

for these last few months.

And why you appear
to have forgotten

our reunion tonight.

Well, I was--

Would you excuse me
for a moment, gentlemen?

There's something
I must say to Simon.

You're friends of Simon's?

Yes, indeed, mademoiselle.

His father, Rex and I
were companions

in the Escadrille Lafayette.

And when he died, you vowed
to keep an eye on Simon?

Yes.

When did you join this group?

We were never told that...

I don't understand.

Surely we're not meant
to be more than thirteen.

- Oh we're not members.
- What?

We only stopped by to see Simon.

I just come back from the continent.

- You see we have this--
- Excuse me.

What's going on now?

We're going to be asked
to leave, Rex.

Move among the guests and
listen to what they have to say.

(Simon) Rex, old friend.

I hate to say it, but I'm going
to have to throw you out.

The meeting's due
to start very shortly.

... better than you. But you must
learn to control them.

Control?
Yes, that's exactly what I mean.

An organisation...

Do you think we shall have
a good meeting, tonight?

If the weather improves,
we shall learn much.

It is here the natal conjunction
which should help immeasurably...

Two years ago in Berlin,

I experienced exactly
similar conditions.

That is most interesting...

Mars in conjunction
with Saturn, of course.

Yes, but you mustn't call him, Abraham,

- until Deed Poll is executed.
- Now why is that?

Well, there's got to be
an initiation ceremony first...

This looks like a splendid wine, Simon.

And you always had excellent taste.

Nicholas, I feel dreadfully embarrassed.

I'd love to have you stay but...

Well it's not an ordinary meeting,
you see, and... well...

you and Rex not being members...

Oh don't you worry about that,
my dear chap.

It's perfectly alright.
We both understand perfectly,

- Don't we, Rex?
- Of course.

I feel terrible about missing our reunion.

Tonight's a special meeting.

We must get together very soon.
Perhaps tomorrow?

Oh Simon, I see you've got
an observatory here.

I'm very interested in astronomy

and I'd like to have a look

through your telescope, if I may?

I'll only be five minutes.

What do you want to look
at his blasted telescope for?

I don't.

Simon, those charts.

They're not astronomical,
are they?

Good Lord, no.
They're just for decoration.

Relics, Middle-Ages nonsense,
you know.

It's clever of you to extend
the decorative scheme to the floor.

Yes.

(Scraping)

If you'd like to see the...

(Scraping continues)

Sounds like mice.

You have to go now.

(Rex) What in the name of...?

You fool!

I'd rather see you dead

than meddling
with black magick!

Let go of me.

I didn't ask you
to come here tonight.

Even my oldest friends
have no right to

butt in on my private affairs.

Will someone please...?

I'm sorry, Simon.

But I feel like a father

who sees his child trying to
pick live coals out of a fire.

Will someone kindly
tell me what's going on?

Chickens in a basket,
diagrams on a floor.

Do these mean
something to you?

It means that
Simon here is playing

the most dangerous game
known to mankind.

Oh, come on,
Nicholas.

Rex is right.
You're making too much of it.

Then you have no objection
if we stay?

You aren't members
of the circle.

Circle?

Society.

If we stayed, there'd be
more than thirteen,

wouldn't there?

Look Simon, I think
you will admit

that, whilst Rex and I
have been

your closest friends for
more than ten years now,

we have never at any time stressed

our age or our greater experience.

Now tonight, I'm going to
break that rule.

I'm considerably older than you are,
Simon, and allthough

I've never spoken about it,
I've made a very deep study

of these esoteric doctrines.

I beg of you,

as I've never begged anything
in my life before,

give up this desperately
dangerous adventure

and leave this house
with us immediately.

I can't.

Then, let us stay.

Impossible.

(Car pulls away)

Put him down there, Rex.

Thank you, Max.
Can you wait outside?

I wonder what
he's going to say.

Nothing. I'm bringing him round
to put him to sleep again.

Makes about as much sense
as anything else has tonight.

Tilt the lampshade
towards me, Rex.

Look into the mirror, Simon.

Look into the mirror.

Keep looking

and listen to me.

You have been hurt
and your mind is troubled.

But you are with your friends now,

and there is nothing more
to worry about.

I'm going to send you to sleep,
Simon.

Your eyes will close
as soon as I touch them.

You will wake up at
ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Your mind will be free
from all pain

and from all anxiety.

Open your eyes, Simon.

Stand up.

I'm going to place this symbol
of protection around your neck.

Once it is there,
you will not remove it.

Now you will go directly
to my bedroom,

where you will lie down

and you will fall into
an immediate sleep.

Max?

Show Mr Aron to my room.

Thank God that's over.

I might agree with you,

if I knew what
you were talking about.

We can certainly make
good use of these.

To our reunion, Rex.

No questions?

Hocus-pocus.

Mumbo-jumbo.

Black magick?

Rex, do you believe in evil?

As an idea.

Do you believe
in the power of darkness?

As a superstition.

Now, there you are wrong.

The power of darkness
is more than just a superstition.

It is a living force

which can be tapped
at any given moment of the night.

(Choking)

I tell you these people
are Devil worshippers.

That's ridiculous.

These are facts, Rex,
not superstition.

The final proof was in the hamper.

They were about to practise

the age-old sacrifice to
their infernal master.

The slaughter of a
black cockerel and a white hen.

(Knocking)

Yes?

I thought I'd better
bring this to you, Excellency.

- My God!
- He's all right now, sir.

- Did you remove this, Max?
- Yes, sir.

- Why?
- It was choking him to death, Excellency.

He rang for me and
when I got here

His face was almost black,

his tongue protruding.

I should have known.

I'm sorry, sir if I've done

something wrong...

No it's alright.

It's not your fault.

We can only hope that
he's gone back to his house.

Shall I look upstairs
while you try down here?

- I think it's better if we stay together.
- Rubbish.

Don't worry. I'll scream
if I so much as smell anything.

All right.

(Clock chimes)

Well?

Not a sign.
You?

He's not here.

Unless...

(Rex) Up there.

It's possible.

Is it getting colder up here
or is it my imagination?

No.

It isn't your imagination.

At least, we saved your lives.

(Shuts hamper)

But no Simon.

No.

It might help us to locate him

if we knew the real names of
those people who were here tonight.

Real names?

Yes.

In order to become a follower
of the so-called Left Hand Path,

one has to be rebaptised
in the cause

and take the name of some
past notable of the occult.

That girl, for instance.
Ms Carlisle.

I have seen her before.

You have?
Where?

Biarritz.
At the casino.

She was with that
old woman, you know,

the cigar-smoker.

Simon called her Tanith,
didn't he?

So?

Tanith happens
to be the name

of the Moon Goddess
of the Carthaginians.

You mean
she's been rebaptised?

Probably.

Let's see what we can find,

and get out of here.

What is it?

Fantastic!

The Clavicule Of Solomon.

Valuable?

Invaluable.

What's it made of, cork?

(Shivering) It's cold.

My God!

Don't look at the eyes, Rex.

Don't look at the eyes.

Don't pull away!

Try to hold back.

Fundamenta ejus
in montibus sanctis.

Run!

Oh, I take back
everything I said.

I've never been so scared
in all my life.

I'm sorry, Rex.

Sorry?
For saving my life?

I should never have
allowed you into that place.

Forget it.
We're out.

That's all that matters.

- Wasn't very pleasant, was it?
- Pleasant?

What in God's name was that thing?

Some infernal spirit
given entry

into the world
by Mocata's powers.

Obviously Mocata is
one of the great adepts.

Perhaps even
an lpsissimus.

A what?

An lpsissimus.

A master of the highest grade.

Simon is in his hands.

And he's about to be baptised

into the service of evil.

When does it take place?

Baptism must take place
on a true Sabbat,

with at least one coven
of thirteen believers present.

Out of the night,
I can't believe that

they would dare to hold
another meeting, unless...

What is it,
Nicholas?

Do you realise what
today's date is, Rex?

April the, er...29th.
Why?

Mocata isn't going to miss
the chance of giving Simon

his Devil's baptism at
the grand Sabbat of the year.

What are you talking about?

Tomorrow night.

The eve of May Day.

In 24 hours, Simon could be
lost to us forever.

What can we do?

We find the girl.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

It's all right, Rex.

I found her.

Where?

She was in a London hotel,
the London Plaza.

I never knew there were
so many hotels in London.

It was the 28th one I tried.

You should have woken me.

Just as well you slept.

You need to be more alert today

than any other day of your life.

Let's go, then.

You'll have to go alone, Rex.

It's vital that I should go
to the British Museum

and examine
certain occult volumes

that are kept under
constant lock and key.

Fortunately,
the curator's a friend of mine.

Do you want me
to bring Tanith back here?

No.

I want you to keep her

as far away from
London as possible.

Well, er... What if I take her
to Richard's house?

Yes.
Perfect.

I'll telephone to say

you're on your way down.

I'll see you there about three.

It should give you
plenty of time.

We'll be there.
Oh...

May I borrow a car?

Yes.
Take any of them.

Thanks.

What is it you have
to say to me?

I haven't much time.

There's so many things
I must do before we leave.

We?

The Countess and I.

We're travelling together.

To the um... Sabbat?

Of course.

Couldn't you have
spoken to me there?

In front of Mr Mocata?

I'm hoping that whatever
you have to say to me

has nothing to do
with my loyalty to him.

It doesn't.

What is it, then?

Well, it's just...

I just wanted to
take you to lunch.

If you're free,
that is.

Take me to lunch?

Does that sound
such a bad idea?

Mr Van Ryn, you know as well
as I do that neither of us

is free to give our lives
to such things.

Why not let me
be the judge of that?

I think you'd better
drive me back.

Mr Van Ryn?

(Tyres screech)

Don't ever do that again.

What has this Mocata done
to make you so afraid of him?

It's what he'll do.

Oh, God!

It's what he'll do!

Where are you taking me?

To see de Richleau.

Look, there's nothing
to be afraid of.

You know better than that.

If I'm not at the Sabbat in time...

Is that so important to you?

My satanic baptism?

You mean, you haven't been
rebaptised yet?

But your name, Tanith?

I was named that at birth.

Then you still have a chance.

Chance?

Look, De Richleau
can help you.

Believe me, Tanith.
He can.

I've known De Richleau
for many years.

And if there's anyone
you can put your trust in, it's him...

(Van Ryn's voice fades away)

(Mocata) Tanith?

Look at me, Tanith.
In the mirror.

Listen carefully to what I say.

...nothing to worry about,

once we get to
Richard and Marie in the country.

In the country?

Yes. Where we're going.

Haven't you been listening?

Yes. I've been listening.

(Man hums idly)

Peggy! Run and wash your hands,
will you?

Oh, Mummy!
Must I?

Oh, Peggy! Yes, you must.

Uncle Rex will be
here in a minute.

Won't he have
to wash his hands?

Yes, I expect so.

Why can't I wait till Uncle Rex comes,
then go and wash?

- Then I won't be late.
- Off!

And take that hat off.

It's to protect my head.

We're having a picnic luncheon,

not a gymkhana.

If I fall over and
split my head wide open...

It'll be my fault and
I'll be very sorry.

Now, hurry yourself.

- She'll go like a bird now.
- Good.

(Horn honks)

This must be Rex and
his mysterious woman.

There's a car coming!

Probably be Uncle Rex.

Uncle Rex!

(Marie) Careful!

Uncle Rex!

Uncle Rex!

Hello, Peggy.

Marie.

Richard.

(Engine revs)

What's going on?

I must take your car.

Simon's life depends on it.

He didn't stay long, did he?

(Mocata) Do not be afraid.
I'm still with you.

He will never catch you.

Listen, Tanith.

Listen and obey.

(Brakes screech)

(Crash)

(Car approaches)

(Panting)

(Mocata) Eko, eko, Adonai.

(Followers) Eko, eko, Adonai.

Eko, Babalon.

(Followers) Eko, Babalon.

(Mocata) Eko, Osiris.

(Followers) Eko, Osiris.

(Gasping)

(Phone rings)

Hello?

Rex?

What?

It's all started.

I couldn't
phone you earlier.

I would have
lost them.

Where are you?

Crossroads.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I've got that.

Now listen.

You're not to do anything
until I get there,

do you understand?

You're not to do
anything at all.

Right.

Three turns to the left,

and then one to the right.

The last bit has a
very rough surface.

Well done, Rex.

Here, take these.

What are they?

The results of my morning's
research at the British Museum.

Put one in each pocket
of your jacket.

And may I ask
what they are?

Salt and mercury.
Effective against the dark forces.

They will protect you and Simon.

- If we can save him.
- And you?

I have other protection.

(Frenetic music)

(Laughter)

(Distant music and laughter)

There.

We must get them out of here.

Them?

Tanith, too.

Tanith is her real name.

This is her baptism as well.

Very well, we'll do what we can.

Baphomet!

(Music stops)

(Followers chant)
Baphomet!
Baphomet!

Baphomet!
Baphomet!
Baphomet!

My God!

The Goat of Mendes.

The Devil himself.

Let go!

You don't understand, Rex.

It's not just your life you're risking.
It's your very soul!

Oh, God, if only
there was some light!

That's it.
That's it!

Wait. I'll drive.
You get on the running board.

Kneel and face your master.

When we get to the bottom,
throw that

straight in the face of
that damned monstrosity.

- Right.
- God help us, then.

Whoso dwelleth under
the defence of the most high

shall abide under the shadow
of the Almighty.

Come on, Simon.

(Clamour of voices)

(Doorbell)

Hell of a way to turn up
on their doorstep...

After not having seen them
since Christmas.

Good morning,
Your Grace.

Good morning,
Malin.

My niece and her husband,
are they up yet?

Yes, I imagine so.

Why don't you
come in?

Rex!

And Uncle Nicholas!

What's the matter?

You all look so ghastly.

I'll explain all that, but first...

Rooms for
Ms Carlisle and Simon.

They're both very badly
in need of sleep.

- Yes, of course.
- No. I mustn't. I mustn't.

You do as I say,
my dear.

Everything's going
to be alright.

Marie.

Yes.
This way.

Simon.

I don't wait to want
to hear what you say.

And to make my apologies to you all.

Very well.

Rex.

You stay with Tanith.

And if anything happens...

You call me immediately.

You look as if you could do
with some sleep yourself.

He could.

He's been up
all night.

I'll take a nap later.

But now...
We must talk.

Bring us some coffee,
Malin.

Yes, sir.

There.

I'll go before
it's night again.

You stay as long
as you like.

No, no.

I'll go before
it's night.

Well you try and
get some sleep now.

Oh, Rex.

What's this all about?

Well...

Your uncle will explain.

I wouldn't know
where to start.

Go to sleep.

I'll be here.

Promise me.

Promise.

I don't want to harm
any of you.

No.

Why couldn't we have
met some other way?

The way doesn't matter.

It does.

It does.

Does your friend possess

any powers at all
to resist Mr Mocata?

We got you out of that bedlam
last night, didn't we?

You've got nothing
to worry about.

I have everything
to worry about.

You're quite serious
about all this?

Deadly serious.

It's all true,
Richard.

All of it.

God knows
I wish it wasn't.

None of us
may eat today?

Some fruit.

A biscuit or two.

Some water.

And no alcohol?

I'm sorry.

That is,
if we're to stay.

Of course
you're staying.

But the danger?

You think we'd let
you face it alone?

You mean
you believe all this?

Well,
I'm damned.

You will find a talk with Rex
most valuable, Richard.

His scepticism was fully
the equal of yours.

Now he believes?

Ask him.

Uncle Nicholas.

How can we help?

You're already helping,
my dear.

Simon's resistance
is practically nil.

Because he's been under

the influence of Mocata
for so long.

The same thing applies
to Ms Carlisle.

Rex and I are at a very low ebb
after last night.

Your coming fresh into the battle now
is of paramount importance.

Now I've got to leave you all
for a short while.

But I'll be back before nightfall.

Richard, I want you to
sit with Simon while he sleeps.

You are not to allow him
to get up,

under any circumstances.

Once he gets his head down...

Under any circumstances.

All right.

He is not to be left alone
for an instant.

You understand?
Not for an instant.

(Doorbell)

Good morning.

I would like to see
Mrs Eaton, please.

Here's my card.

Will you please wait here, sir.

There's a gentleman
to see you, madam.

A Mr Mocata.

Well, you'd better call Mr...

No. Wait a minute.

I'll see him in the library.

And Malin, if I ring,
come at once.

You understand?
Immediately.

Yes, madam.

Will you come this way, sir?
Thank you.

Please forgive me,
Mrs Eaton,

for calling without
an introduction.

But I'm here on an
errand of goodwill.

Goodwill?

I'm returning the property
of a friend of yours.

The Duc de Richleau.

His motorcar.

Oh.
Thank you.

May I introduce myself?

Mocata. Perhaps
you've heard my name?

I've certainly heard
a great deal about you.

Ah. I thought
that might be the case.

But whether the facts have been

correctly represented to you

is something else again.

May I, er...?

Very well, but please be brief.

Of course.

I shan't intrude a moment
longer than is necessary.

Well, now,
as you probably know,

Ms Tanith and Simon are
very close friends of mine.

- Indeed?
- Yes.

I believe they're here now.

Is that correct?

Why, how did you know that,
Mr Mocata?

They only arrived
a short while ago.

(Chuckling) That is neither
here nor there, you see.

The point is that
there are certain matters,

of which you are
quite naturally unaware,

which make it imperative that

I should take them back
to London immediately.

I'm afraid
that's quite impossible.

I feared you would
take that attitude.

I know the Duc de Richleau
has been filling your mind

with all sorts of preposterous
nonsense about me.

I know that
what he said is true.

You realise that
Tanith and Simon

may be in considerable... danger

if they do not
leave this house.

On the contrary.
They will be safe nowhere else.

Mrs Eaton, it's obvious
that you distrust me.

And after what your friends

have told you about me,

I'm not surprised
in the least.

However, your obvious intelligence

emboldens me
to think that

I will serve
my purpose best

by, er... putting my cards

on the table,
as it were.

- There is no more to be said.
- Please.

Hear me out.

Dear lady.

I do not propose
to discuss with you

the rights and wrongs

of practicing
the Magick Art.

I will confine myself
to saying that

I am a practitioner
of some experience.

Monsieur de Richleau has,
no doubt, led you to believe

that I am thoroughly evil.

Such is not the case.

In magick,
there is neither good nor evil.

It is merely a science,

the science of causing

change to occur
by means of one's will.

The sinister reputation
attaching to it

is entirely groundless
and is based on superstition,

rather than
objective observation.

The power of the will
is something

people do not understand,

attributing to it

mysterious qualities which

it does not possess,

being merely the power of
mind over matter,

or in the greater number of cases,

the power of
mind over mind.

As your mind now,

is succumbing to mine.

For, as you look into my eyes

and listen to my voice,

your will is leaving you,

slipping away-

You are now
beneath my influence.

Although your eyes are open
and you seem aware,

you are, in fact, asleep,

your faculties dormant,

your ability to act and think

subservient to my will.

My will.

Mrs Eaton,

my will is yours at this point.

You cannot function in the least,
unless I say so.

Can you?

Answer me, Mrs Eaton.

No.

Where is Simon?

Upstairs.

Alone?

My husband is watching him.

And Tanith?

Upstairs.

Alone?

No.
Rex is with her.

Mummy, would you come...?

(Bell)

Get out of this house,
do you hear me?

I want the girl and Simon.

- Show him out.
- I am leaving.

I shall not be back.

But something will.

Tonight, something will come

for Simon and the girl.

- Richard, what's happened?
- Nothing.

Apart from an attempt
to strangle me.

What?

He just woke up,
tried to choke me,

then went back to sleep again
as if nothing had happened.

Mocata,
he was here.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, Uncle Nicholas said
that Simon must not

be left alone
for an instant.

Better see if
Rex is all right.

Rex.

Rex, wake up.
She's gone.

What are you
trying to do?

What's the matter,
Tanith?

Come on,
we'll go back.

No. I'm not
going back there.

Why not?

I almost killed you.

Mocata was there.

Mocata?

He came for me
and Simon.

But he didn't succeed.

He won't give up.

Can't you see?
I can't go back there.

Or he'll make me do something
terrible to you and your friends.

I don't want
to hurt you.

I don't want
to hurt any of you.

All right.
All right.

We won't
go back.

We'll find
somewhere safe

to stay
until morning.

I saw you coming.

You look terribly tired.

Uncle Nicholas...

Mocata's been here.

What?

He returned your car.

He didn't
harm you?

No, no, no...

Simon?
Where's Simon?

Asleep.

You're sure?

Yes, Richard's
watching him.

What about the girl?

She's gone.

Gone?

Rex is with her.

He telephoned but

he wouldn't say where.

What a fool he is!

Doesn't he realise yet
what we're up against?

She ran away
when Mocata was here.

Rex went after her.

Why on earth didn't he
bring her back here, then?

He explained
on the phone.

It's through
Tanith

that Mocata
makes his attacks.

She's his medium.

That's why
she's gone.

She doesn't want
to be close to us.

Then why is
Rex with her?

To try and prevent Mocata
from gaining control over her.

Pray God he can.

As long as it's light,
it may be possible.

But once the darkness
begins to fall...

(Anguished cries)

(Screams)

It's nearly dark.

Where's Simon?

Saying good night to
Peggy in the nursery.

What do you want
to do about supper?

Water, Richard.

Just water.

All right.

God bless you,
my angel.

Good night,
Mummy.

(Simon) Good night.

I've cleared all the furniture out
of the drawing room, Your Grace,

as you requested.

Thank you,
Malin.

You're to stay
with Ms Peggy

until I tell you otherwise,
do you understand?

Now,
to work.

(Screaming)

(Stops screaming)

All right now?

He must be
getting weaker.

He's been attacking you
all afternoon.

No.
He won't stop.

It's too important for him.

But why doesn't he come at me
with a gun or something?

He never risks himself
in any way.

I can believe that,

but this isn't doing him any good.

What now?

Now, we wait.

No.

(Wind howls)

Frankly, I think we're behaving
like a pack of idiots.

It begins.

What?

What begins?

Mocata is working on you,

because you are the weakest link.

From his point of view,
Richard.

You are the sceptical one.

He is looking for an easy way
to break the circle.

Come on,
will you?

ls there anything
I could say right now

that you wouldn't interpret
in your own suspicious way?

Richard.

Well, it's all
superstition.

Black magick...

Hell! I'm going
for a drink.

Richard!

You and I have been friends
for many years, haven't we?

I don't follow you.

If I begged you,

for the sake of
that friendship,

to do something
for me,

would you do it?

You know I would.

Very well.

Will you stay with me
in the circle tonight?

You are unafraid.
I am not.

It's a pretty low trick,
appealing to friendship.

Will you stay?

What else
can I do?

I wish we had
some water.

We have.

What?

There.

Yes.

Where do you get your water from?
A swamp?

Taste it.

No.
Don't touch it.

I'll get some fresh.

No!

That's exactly
what he wants you to do.

What is it?

I'm not certain, but...

(Marie) What?

The lights.

(Richard) What about the lights?

They seem to be
dimmer.

No, they're not.

Yes.

I don't know
what you're...

It's getting colder.

This is to be expected.

It's only
the beginning.

(Wind howls)

Get up quickly!

Back-to-back.

Join hands.

(Wind howls loudly)

(Mutters)

(Wind stops)

Easy, darling.
It's all over now.

(Knocking)

(Rex) Hey, what's going on
in there?

Let me in.

Stay still.

No!

(Rex) Come on.
Let me in.

It's cold out here.

Let me in.

We must
let him in.

Who? You think
that's Rex out there?

(Knocking)

Let me in.

(Fading) Let me in.

What's that?

(Marie screams)

Don't leave the circle!

There's a light in the hall.

Peggy!

- No, Marie!
- Peggy! Let me go! Run!

It's not Peggy.

You're out of your mind.

Simon!

- (Screams)
- I tell you, it's not Peggy!

(Marie sobs)

- Let go of me!
- She's upstairs, asleep.

(Screams)

I won't!

Do you hear me?
I won't!

Simon! No!
No, Simon!

(Marie sobs)

Back-to-back.
Quickly.

Can't we do anything
but just stand here?

Isn't there any way
of fighting back?

- Only one.
- What?

The last two lines of
the Sussamma Ritual.

What are you waiting for?

I daren't use them until our very
souls are in peril of destruction.

To do so would destroy us
as effectively as it would stop Mocata.

It can alter time and space...

(Horse walking)

(Marie) What is it?

He has given up
trying to get Simon.

(Galloping hooves)

He has sent the Angel of Death
himself to claim him.

And us?

If he once breaks into the circle.

If we once catch sight of his face.

(Horse whinnies)

- For God's sake, say it!
- I can't.

(Whinnies and snorts)

Richleau!

Uriel seraphim.
Eo potesta.

Zati, Zata.
Galatim, Galatah!

(Screams)

It's over?

Yes, Simon.

It's all over.

She's dead.

I know, Rex.

The Angel of Death
was summoned.

He cannot return
empty-handed.

I'll go and see
how Peggy is.

Ms Peggy,
she is gone.

What?

What happened?

I was watching her

when suddenly,

a darkness came over me.

I couldn't see.

I couldn't hear.

There was nothing I could do,
I swear it.

I know, Malin,
I know.

No.

Oh, my God!

He's got her,
hasn't he?

(Car engine starts)

Simon!

Don't try to follow him,
Richard.

Mocata will know
he's coming.

To follow him would be suicide.

What do we do then?

How are we going to find Mocata?

Before me, Raphael.

Behind me, Gabriel.

On my right hand, Michael.

On my left hand, Auriel.

In the name of these mighty spirits,

I conjure you, Tanith,

wherever you may be.

Join us in this circle

that you may speak with us.

With salt,
I summon thee.

With hair,
I summon thee.

With blood,
I summon thee.

(Sizzles)

The sign of Osiris slain.

The sign of Osiris risen.

(Tanith) You have called me.
I am here.

Are you in truth Tanith?

I am.

Do you acknowledge
our Lord, Jesus Christ?

I do.

Did you come here
of your own free will?

I came because
you summoned me.

I came willingly.

There is one here whose grief
at your passing is very great.

He has agreed that
you will be summoned back

only in the hope that you will help him
protect his friends from evil.

Will you help him?

I will... because
I love him.

Then tell us
where Mocata is.

I do not know.

Try to find him.

I cannot see him clearly.

He covers himself
with a cloak of darkness.

I see the child, though.

A little girl.

Where?

I cannot enter.

You must.

I cannot.

The winged serpent

guards the way.

I cannot enter.

Where?

I cannot see.

You must see.

You must enter.

I command you to enter.

No. Please.

He is in there,
the dark one.

Please,
don't make me enter.

- You must enter.
- No.

No, no, please.

I command you to enter.

No!

Yes! Now!

I cannot!

Stop it!

(Screams)

You fool!
You damned fool!

She's all right.

You might have killed her.

A winged serpent

guarding the way?

But where?

On the gates
of that house.

Welcome back,
my son.

All right.
I'm back.

You can release the child, now.

Yes, I have you back.

Now I don't have to
release the child, do I?

What do you mean?
You...

You have no use for her.

Ah, but I do, my son.

A most... important use.

I have you back.

Now, the only one
I need is Tanith.

- You wouldn't...
- Dare?

(Mocata chuckles)

Take your place.

Now that our coven of 13
has been restored,

we can begin
the ceremony.

Bring in the child.

Now, whatever you see,

whatever happens,

stay close to me.

God knows what
we will find in there.

Almighty and
all-powerful Set,

Father of Darkness,

King of Death,
I pledge this knife to you...

(Woman screams)

Rex! No, Richard! No.

Mocata!

Welcome to our circle.

What have you done
to my baby?

She does not hear you.

She's in a state of deep hypnosis.

In the name of God,
you dare not!

Scarcely in the name of God,
Monsieur le Duc.

What's he going
to do with her?

Uncle?

Take me instead, Mocata.

You, Monsieur le Duc?

Your soul in preference to
that of an unstained child?

What are you talking about?

He isn't going to...?

Yes.
The transference of souls.

That of your child
for that of Tanith.

No!

Now, if our two remaining guests will permit,

we may proceed.

Almighty and
all-powerful Set,

Father of Darkness,
King of Death,

I pledge this knife to Thee,
to do Thy work...

...and be Thy servant.

Those words you said before,
say them again.

(Mocata) the blood of this child...

I cannot.

You must.

My baby's going to die
if you don't.

You must speak
those words again.

The bride of chaos.

(Followers) The bride of chaos.

The rider upon the beast.

The rider upon the beast.

With this knife

do I draw out the blood

which is thy life.

(Tanith) Only they who love
without desire

shall have power granted them
in the darkest hour.

(Followers gasp)

(Tanith) Peggy, get up.

Repeat after me the words
of the Sussamma Ritual.

Uriel seraphim.

Uriel seraphim.

Eo potesta.

Eo potesta.

Zati, Zata.

Zati, Zata.

Galatim,
Galatah.

(Thunder clap)

(crying)

(Screaming)

(Screams)

It's over?

Yes, Simon.
It's all over.

Oh.

Peggy.

Wasn't...?

Tanith?

Come in,
my friends.

She's all right.
Tanith!

Time itself has been
reversed for us.

Tanith's death,
Peggy's abduction,

the ride to Chilbury,
the ritual in the cellar,

all these things happened.

But now,
they have not happened.

We are back.

We are all
safe again.

And is Mocata
also safe?

You will also remember,
Simon,

what I said to you about
the Angel of Death.

Once being summoned...

Cannot return empty-handed.

Exactly.

Tanith has been
restored to us,

but the age-old law
demands a life for a life,

a soul for a soul.

There is only one man
in all this world

who can replace
her life, her soul.

The man who invoked
the Angel of Death.

Mocata is dead.

Thank God.

Yes, Simon.

He is The One
we must thank.