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Your grandmother was a nice lady.

I liked her.

She moved here after her husband died.

Oh, that's sad.

Her passing was peaceful in her sleep.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

So, uh, you and your grandmother weren't
that close?

We never met.

She lived over here her whole life.

I just wish I'd known she was in here.

We contacted you as soon as we located
you.

Thank you for coming.

We will need room for a new person in
the morning.

Okay.

It's kind of exciting, isn't it? I mean,
maybe she left you something

incredible.

Could be.

Wow.

Well,

you can't measure a person's life by
what they leave behind.

These are old.

Look at the stamps.

Love letter.

Look at that.

Austria, Germany, England.

Look at this. It's an old photo album.

This is Nana when she was just a little
girl.

Cute kid.

This is her as a teenager during the
war.

I lost both her parents, too.

Oh, here's one with my grandfather,
probably before they got married.

What?

This looks like you.

Both of you.

You got a point there.

That's because it is us.

An oath sworn is an oath answered.

An oath of vengeance for a life taken. A
past destroyed.

A future threatened.

Enemy of darkness.

His battle eternal.

He walks the earth relentless.

His mission.

To hunt the messengers of evil and drive
them back to hell.

Now, the light of the earth depends on
the immortal.

You knew my grandmother?

We had no idea that Clara was your
grandmother. I mean, how could we?

Come to think of it, I mean, the facial
features are similar. I mean, it was 50

years ago.

1951, September.

It was cold.

Very cold.

I wore olive green, and the soldiers
wore gray.

No, it was November.

And I was the one wearing green, and you
were dressed like a chump. It was

Vienna. I was trying to blend in. Okay,
you two, quit your quibbling. Get on

with it. What happened?

It was at a spa called the Altdorf. Take
it away, memory guy.

Thank you. Don't mind if I do, but
please feel free to jump in any time.

will. Don't worry.

As I was saying.

It was November 1951. It was bitter
cold.

As a matter of fact, it was cold
everywhere after the war.

After all, it was the Cold War.

Good one.

Who's telling the story, me or you?

Sorry, I'll, uh... Thank you.

No, where was I?

The Altdorf was an old money estate, but
by 1951 it was a meeting place for

spies, government agents, gun runners,
black market high rollers.

What were you doing there?

Well, it all began with my suspicions of
this spa's infamous healing waters.

Since the end of the Second World War,
Demons had been cashing in on the

widespread paranoia.

Goodwin had arrived a day before me to
case the joint. We didn't want to

unnecessary attention.

The moment I stepped into the place, I
could smell evil.

Fear, greed, and paranoia hung in the
air like the subtle stench of the spa's

waters.

I have

a reservation.

The name is Cain.

Raphael Cain.

Ah, yes, here we are.

Your password, please. Of course.

See you travel widely, Mr. Kane.

You will sign the register, please.

And how long will you be our guest, Mr.
Kane?

One night should be sufficient.

And what, if you don't mind my asking,
is the reason for your stay at the

Altdorf?

It's my understanding that the Altdorf
is renowned for its discretion.

Of course.

I'll have someone show it to your room.

That won't be necessary.

As you wish.

Your room is up the main staircase, past
the lounge.

Thank you.

The bars are open till midnight.

Should you like a relaxing soak before
you sleep?

I made contact with Goodwin, master spy
at work.

Take it away, Mr. Bond.

To the untrained eye, these commonplace
visitors would appear to be just that.

But in the last 24 hours, I'd seen that
the place was teeming with agents,

double agents, and demonic entities.

A fool could read the code messages in
this amateur's ham -fisted efforts.

And the obvious response from his
contact.

And this pair didn't fool me for a
minute.

Any fool could tell the blind man was
faking his condition.

The game was a ruse a child could see
through.

The moment I saw Dmitry and his trained
gorilla, I knew I'd struck pay dirt.

Lip -reading Russian was second nature
to me.

Knight to bishop four.

That's a checkmate, comrade.

And you won't be needing this.

Oh.

Arabs and blind men weren't the only
shady characters.

Hello.

Fellow American.

Mitchell's the name.

Raphael Cain.

So you're an artist.

Well, the portfolio's a dead giveaway.

Here for inspiration.

I guess you could say that.

And you?

I'm something of a vagabond. I go where
the winds blow me these days.

Well, the winds must be blowing awfully
strong for you to end up at the Altor.

After the war, I thought I'd stick
around, see what developed.

Sometimes you can find roses growing out
of the ashes, if you know where to

look. I guess you could look at it that
way.

You're the artist, Mr. Kane.

Oh, by the way, there's another yank
here. Young kid.

Thinks he's a master of disguise.

Can't miss him.

Really? Yeah, I was thinking maybe the
three of us could go out to dinner

tonight. Be great to have a conversation
in English for once.

Thanks. I'll think about it.

Never would have guessed.

What's this?

Oh, I got it from a gypsy. It's a
genuine yak.

You look like a spiceful reject.

Good one.

I think I found it.

The source?

The source?

Here? Yes.

It's everywhere. It's in the air. It's
in the walls. Everywhere. I can almost

taste it. So why didn't the demons
attack the moment you entered?

I don't know yet.

Just keep your eyes peeled and you're
here to the wall.

I might have it tonight, delivered by
midnight, in full.

No, I'm telling you, midnight.

Or your head will roll.

Oh, forgive me, I... Oh, I was just
testing out the bed.

No, the spring.

I thought you were out.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's fine. Don't worry.

Please don't report me.

I cannot lose my job.

I have to change the towels.

No, I'm not going to report you.

What's your name?

Marie. Marie. I'm Goodwin.

Now, why were you so worried about
losing your job?

Here we get no second chance.

One mistake, and there are 100 more to
replace me.

That doesn't seem very fair.

Nothing is fair here.

Please, sit down.

I'm not that kind of girl.

And I'm not that kind of guy. Please,
sit down and tell me what's wrong. Trust

me.

My family depends upon me for food and
money.

But the communists, they take
everything.

Stalin and his army starve them.

Steal our crops, our homes.

Those bastards.

And here they make deals.

All they know is greed and power.

They stubborn nothing.

It's okay, Marie. Here, don't cry.

I'm sorry. I said too much.

Marie! Marie!

I must go.

Please be careful and avoid waters.

What? Marie!

Didn't you used to have... Oh, yeah, I
shaved it. I got tired of being

mistaken for Cesar Romero.

You look better this way.

She couldn't resist me. I could smell
trouble in a woman like a cheap perfume,

and she wasn't.

Some room service.

Do I have to tell this?

Okay, okay, okay.

After I told Rafe about the Russians'
cryptic telephone conversation, he told

to stick to the bodyguard like flypaper.

I did not.

Okay, so I'm adding some color.

I skipped lunch so I could focus my
razor -sharp powers of observation on

Dimitri.

My gut told me he was integral to
whatever was going down at the spa.

When I first saw Tara, I thought there
was something special about her.

Very special.

She was beautiful.

Mysterious.

She was a knockout.

Obviously no ordinary cigarette girl.

And whatever she said to the Russian put
a twist in his martini.

Miss me back here.

while the others are eating.

Good evening, sir.

Cigar, cigarettes?

I'll choose these.

No, no, no.

I have many other.

What if I invest?

Sit down, sweetheart.

Let's not make a scene.

So, you selling photos or just
blackmailing your subjects?

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

How about a name? A real one.

Terra. Terra Gabori.

What's your game, Terra Gabori?

Besides pawning smokes and snapping
secret photos.

I read fortunes.

Palm. Terra.

Do you believe in fate?

Sure. I believe in bad luck, too.

What's the score with you in the
Russian?

It's nothing.

Regular client.

I guess you keep telling him what he
wants to hear.

You don't believe me.

You have an old soul.

Very old, Mr... Cain.

Raphael.

You've traveled great distances to get
here. Battled many adversaries.

You seek justice, vengeance.

You're righting a great wrong.

Not bad.

What else?

What?

Sagan?

We have much in common.

I will find you later.

I look forward to it, sweetheart.

This is all too unreal. My grandmother
was a spy? It gets better.

And you still haven't told me what
specifically drew you to the spa.

We'll get to that. Since the 30s, I
mean, right up through the rise of the

terror, we were certain there was a
focus of demon activity in Europe, an

source that was stirring the dark
political powers at play.

You've probably heard of the Nazi
obsession with the occult, right? Sure.

took the Sphere of Longevity from
Austria. It was supposedly used during

crucifixion. Right, and the Holy Blood
infused it with magical powers. Well,

Nazis weren't the only ones tapping this
force of darkness.

I mean, there was a hotbed.

of secret societies all through Europe
that were trying to cash in on the

of the war. We tracked down every single
lead. I mean, we hit every hotspot on

that ever -changing map.

And when we found the Altdorf, we knew
we were standing right on ground zero.

Hey.

Look at this.

What do you suppose it opened?

We'll get to that soon enough.

Let me tell this part.

All right, but stick to the facts, Jack.

Hey, from here on in, truth is stranger
than fiction.

Taro was playing a dangerous game with
dangerous men.

The King of Disks.

Another sign of power and authority.

Tell me something I don't know.

Because it is inverted, it has further
implications.

Implications? What implications?

Danger. Corruption.

That you or someone close to you will
use any means to achieve his or

her end.

Are we finished?

One last card.

Death?

Who's death?

The card does not always mean death.

At least not physical death.

What do you mean?

It can often mean the removal of a mask.

You think I wear a mask?

We all wear masks, Dimitri.

But I can see beneath yours.

Is that so?

Yes.

Now let me read you.

Oh.

You have fear.

I'm not afraid of you, Dmitry.

Really?

You know, sometimes fear can be our best
friend.

It can keep us from making dangerous or
even fatal mistakes.

For your services, my dear.

How long have we known each other, Tara?

Long enough to know that there are
certain principles we will never agree

certain boundaries I will never cross.

How well do you know Mr. Mitchell?

I've spoken with him.

He's a gentleman.

Have you read his cards?

What did his soft American palms tell
you?

He's not interested in the spirit realm.

But he has his eyes on you, Tara.

I warn you, he's not a gentleman.

I must go now.

Tomorrow morning, then.

I'd like one more reading before I
leave.

Home to Mother Russia?

Yes.

My work will be concluded tonight.

As you wish.

The spa had a wonderful library covering
almost every subject.

Call it a hunch, call it a sixth sense,
but somehow I knew I would find our

mysterious fellow American there.

I see you enjoy botany.

I've studied botany for years.

The name's Mitchell.

You come to the Altdorf to sweat out
that cold?

Oh, it's not a cold, it's the flowers.

I've been somewhat sensitive since the
war.

Ah, yes, the war. I'd rather not talk
about it. I understand, Mr... I prefer

be called Goodwin.

Curious name.

I see you lost the... Yes, I shaved it.
It got in the way of my eating. Can't

have that. Could you join me in a cup of
joe? Please, I'd love to.

Careful, this coffee could strip paint.

Have you met our fellow American?

I have no idea who you mean.

Tall, long hair, kind of bohemian.

Claims he's an artist.

Can't say I have.

So you really like botany.

I myself studied at NYU.

Specifically the South African
deciduous.

I even did a paper on the wild pear.

Ah, yes.

The Dombea rotundifolia. A beautiful
spring blossom.

Its bark has certain healing properties,
of course. Known only by the natives.

So you'd know about the root system,
then.

Oh, are you referring to the fact that
in a desert climate, the roots sometimes

reach down thousands of feet to find
water?

Not unlike the spa here.

I beg your pardon?

The spa waters come from a source, the
depth of which has never been fathomed.

Fascinating. I got a note to meet Tara
in the Chateau Garden.

I was still unsure if she was just one
of the pawns in the demon game or one of

the players.

Those who frequent the spirit realms
often lose themselves to the dark side.

We meet again, Mr. Kane.

Please, call me Wraith.

Your note said that you had something to
tell me.

Yes, it is about the outdoors.

Please sit down.

After the war.

The estate fell into ruin.

A third party acquired it by brutal
means.

They've been using it for their control
ever since.

Who is this third party?

I suspect it is a private enterprise now
supporting the Stalinist regime.

They will exploit anyone or anything to
further their oppression.

Why are you telling me this?

My family were Hungarian freedom
fighters who died because a certain

commander sold them out.

Your pal Dimitri.

That commie rat you've been getting cozy
with.

Stalin's favorite son.

My only interest in him is for
information.

And not revenge?

Some call it revenge.

I call it justice.

Well, how can I help you?

You can stay out of my way.

I've worked too hard to have my plans
upset now.

Well, I'm not leaving here until I find
the source of this oppression, as you

call it, and get to the bottom of what
it's really all about.

Now, you already know you can trust me,
so why don't we work together?

I was right about you, Ray.

In the upper garden, there is a door
beyond the fountain.

That's where you'll find what you are
looking for.

But be careful.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Oh, André.

Stop calling me sweetheart.

Oh!

God, this is my room. They all look the
same to me, except for the number.

The rational killer really sees you.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I just thought this
was my room.

Be careful.

Looks like the cold war is heating up.

Damn, it's in Russian.

Typical.

Let's see if those Russian lessons pay
off.

Two white spies.

Two white... Two white shirts.

One pair underground.

One pair underpants.

A laundry list.

The time has come, my friend, to share
the information which will give Mother

Russia the upper hand in this foolish
nuclear chess match. Yes?

To your health, comrade, and new
fortune.

Not through it.

First you give the information, then you
get money.

How can I be sure you have it?

You don't trust me? Not for a moment.

Comrade?

You're disappointing me, Mitchell.

You know, if I kill you now, no one
would know or even care.

Except your dear comrade Stalin when you
returned to the Kremlin empty -handed.

I hear he's got a nasty temper.

I'd hate to be the messenger who brought
him bad news.

Wait!

I'll have your money.

And while I'm at this house.

So there I was, staring down Stalin's
favorite son and a killer demon

I knew there was only one way out.

Before they plugged me, I swung into
action.

You what?

I swung into action.

I knew I had to take out the goon first.

That way I'd have a fighting chance.

I went through him like he was a wet
paper bag.

This was no time to take prisoners.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on a second. Time
out.

Do you honestly expect me to believe
that?

Would you believe the screen hit them
when it fell and I dove out the window

ran like a scared rabbit?

Yes.

Oh, all right. You obviously don't
appreciate creative license.

I still found myself dodging those
commie spies.

They don't give up easily.

Ray! Bit of a KGB demon, Mitchell,
Dimitri, big nuke deal going down.

relax.

All right, don't relax.

All right, scram. And stay away from the
baths.

Better get a dental plan.

gain access into the midway's room, huh?

I must have dropped it. I have no idea
where.

Well, it's certain a little dip in our
healing waters will help restore your

memory. No!

Please, sir, no!

Strip her down, girls.

No! Let me go, I beg you!

When you come out of there, you will
feel much more cooperative, I assure

Get your filthy demon claws off her.

No diplomacy?

Good man.

We just cooked a couple of demon dames
in the bathwater. How's that possible?

Confirms my suspicion.

It's Hellwater.

Hellwater? No time to explain.

Right now, we've got to find Tara.

They've taken her to the source.

There's an iron door in the garden wall
behind the spa, but it's locked.

Already taken care of.

Stay here, young lady.

Let's go. I was thinking I should stay
and protect...

Looks like the gateway to hell. I really
think I should go make sure that Marie

is doing okay.

You're coming with me.

A doorway to hell.

A geological rift, to be precise.

You're kidding me, right?

Nope. Hot, steaming water piped straight
up from Satan's hot tub.

And what effect did it have on the
humans who used the bath?

Essentially, it washed their souls of
any positive human qualities.

This place reeks, and I'm frozen to the
bone. I don't get it. I thought this was

supposed to be the source of all the hot
water.

Demon water, good one.

What?

I'm sorry, I can't hear anything except
for Satan toilet running.

Let's go fix it for him. Come on.

A deal is a deal, my friend.

You have my word.

Sorry, my superior has just done
paperwork on deals as big as this.

Iron -clad contacts.

No loopholes.

Are they undecided?

Yeah. By the power invested in me, to
serve for all eternity the all -powerful

Dark Master.

It's all here.

Give me the pen.

Bloody is right.

How dare you!

That's fine.

There.

After World War III...

When the radiation is gone, I will rule
Europe.

With Stalin as my office boy. It's all
there in the smog plate. Just sign on

dotted line.

So, we have ideas, comrade.

What are we waiting for? Let Aish be a
demon.

No, no. Ah.

Our American friend. Welcome.

What's he doing here?

Not to worry. He's, how do you say,
playing ball with us.

I don't like it.

Relax. We're all on the same side now.

You have the information?

Not until I see the cash.

And I don't mean rubles.

Money, eh?

We have something far more valuable to
you.

Double -crossing cops.

your little game all along.

Double agents are so easy to expose.

You trade false information for hard
cash to support your freedom -fighting

friends.

I spit on your yanking grist riddle.

The real information this time are your
sweetheart foils in hell water before

your eyes.

Now, Rafe.

Wraith!

Wraith!

Give me your hand. You heard the lady.

Why?

Oh, my.

What?

What do you see?

You're all washed up.

This is for hungry.

All the death and suffering of two world
wars not enough for you?

War, only the beginning.

Come here.

I apologize for not trusting you with
the details of our plan.

Well, you trusted me enough to give me
that key.

Where will you go now?

Wherever that long road leads.

I'm sure you will eventually find what
you are looking for.

Likewise.

Good luck.

You are a good man, Goodwin.

Well, I do my best.

Men will profit by your bravery.

You're far, far too...

Wait, a photo, please.

Let me.

Is this spa still around?

No.

With all the demons gone, the spa's
sulfur waters just disappeared.

And so did the clientele along with it.
Tara and Mitchell went back to England

and continued their freedom fighting
while raising a family. And their first

daughter must have been your mother,
Anna.

She was a lot like you, your
grandmother.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Well, you should.

I just realized if you guys hadn't saved
Tara, I wouldn't even be here.

Too true.

Word.

My grandmother's spy.

Who would have thought?

I know.

Oh, what is this?

Oh, gosh.

Oh, no, be careful. That's genuine yak.

No, yuck.

Yuck. No.

Good win.