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You understand this is a fight to the
dead no quarter

Are you watching, Father?

Master.

Dark Lord.

Are you ready to see if the boy has what
it takes to be a finger?

Please.

Okay.

Fight. I have to fucking get him. Go on.

See this? See that?

I'll make it easier for you.

Come on!

Come on, kid.

Fucking do it!

Unlucky pal.

I bet that hurts.

You dropped your knife.

Do you want to pick that blade up?

Go on. Go on.

Yes, guys.

Fucking prick.

You're taking the piss.

Don't fucking you worry about that,
Jimmy. I plan to.

I'm just messing with you, kid.

Go on, kid. Go on. Take it.

Pick it up!

Too slow, pal.

I could do this for fucking hours.

Fuck's sake, just finish it. He's half
your fucking size.

I tell you what, after I'm done with
this little prick, how about me and you?

Fancy that?

Oh, fuck.

You little fucking cunt.

I'm going to skin you with your own
fucking blade.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

What do you mean?

That's a lot of blood.

No,

no, no, no.

Something,

please help me.

Stop laughing, help me. That's how it
fucking works.

No, Jimmy's right. That's not how it
works at all.

Jesus Christ!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God!

Thank God!

What are you calling on those shite
cunts for, Jimmy? Please help me.

Please, I'm scared. What are you eating?

Sorry,

I'm getting.

What are you getting, Jimmy?

Getting hungry?

Getting horny?

Getting sleepy.

Oh, sleepy.

Bless.

Bless.

What's your name, son?

Spike. Spike.

No, no.

No, that doesn't sound right.

I think your name is...

It's Jimmy.

Jimmy.

How's that?

How's that?

Thank you.

No! No! No!

See them walking hand in hand in this
appraisal, man.

That's telling us enough.

That's enough for life.

And miles of sharp blue will come alive.

The diving man's coming up for her.

Does the crowd all have to put a doggy
by their head?

By their head.

She wonders if she ever got here if she
goes under again.

Girls will soon come alive.

is strange.

Possibly a world's first, Samson.

Here, you have a name.

I chose it when I first saw the new
alpha that had taken the woods as his

hunting ground.

I named you for your size and strength
and hair.

I'm Dr. Kelson.

Right now I feel more like Androcles.

Removing thorns from the lion's paw.

Which means you owe me, by the way.

Just kidding.

I'm NHS.

No charge.

Lipstick carry all over the land as he
falls.

In mother's dark blue water, calming in
mercy's eyes.

The diving bell's coming up the rack,
looking out over the pool and going back

up there.

Back up there.

And she wonders how she ever got here.

This is interesting.

I'm going to trust you, Samson.

That's the decision I've made.

I have what you want right here.

If you kill me, if my head is pulled
from my shoulders, you won't get to have

it. It's a transaction, Samson. It's a
quid pro quo.

Suddenly not entirely sure you
understand Latin.

Oh, thank God.

You do?

I

wonder

if you understand anything I say.

If not the meaning of my words, the
meaning in the tone of my voice.

That I am no threat to you.

I mean you no harm.

Do you know the sound of your name?

Samson.

Most wondrous would be to hear you speak
a single word.

It would be miraculous to discover that
the infection

lies over your mind, clouding it, not
replacing it.

In this tranquil state, do you have
memories, a trace of what you once were?

Or do I just give you peace and respite?

Nothing wrong with that, Samson.

Nothing wrong with peace and respite.

All still attached.

Samson.

You're puking.

I turned on the lights, the TV, and the
radio.

What about me?

What about me? Wait!

Don't leave me!

I'm going to tell him. What happened?

That we lost Jono.

Jono lost himself.

I'm sorry, I've got bad news.

George, I said that. We have guests.

What?

We have guests.

Hello.

There's someone I wanted to meet.

I think we would go nowhere without you.

Nowhere. But for this one occasion. And,
of course, you saw it coming. Thank

you, Winky.

I think you really decided to come back.

Classic. I found that Lala and Poe had
not only lost one of the apples, but

they'd lost the entire fucking bag.

Do you not know the Teletummies?

Ah, they're glorious.

They had televisions on their tums.

And on television they viewed
themselves, but with another television

tums, which they also viewed themselves
on.

And so on and so on ad infinitum.

Do you mean we do the glitzy dance?

That was perfect.

How's that?

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Enjoying the hospitality of good folk.

We, a group of wanderers, hungry and
tired, brought in with open arms and

smiles and nourished... Brought in?

You broke my flow.

It just appeared.

The gate was open.

It was not. Brought in.

And nourished in both stomach and heart.

Are we not welcome?

You know you're not.

Well, I do now.

No, dip to death.

We've got off on the wrong foot.

It's because we haven't been properly
introduced.

Fingers. Jimmy. Jimmy.

Jimmy. Jimmy. Jimmy. Jimmy.

Roberto Calamari.

Fucking tough load.

It's a joke.

I'm Jimmy, too, with all Jimmy.

Are you going to leave?

Yes.

But obviously we're going to kill you
first.

It would frustrate Old Nick to lose both
her and the baby.

Yes, sir.

We'll stay here tonight.

Offer charity.

Tomorrow, pastor's noon.

We'll find pastor's noon.

I'm missing charity.

Fuck off.

You saw it coming.

Of course I fucking saw it coming.

Heard the story a million fucking times.

You're a bird of paradise.

Cherry ice cream smile.

I suppose it's very nice.

With a step to the left and a flick to
the right, you catch that mirror way out

west. Her name is Rio.

She dances on the sand.

Just like that little girl.

Oh, me, oh, me, oh.

Fucking shoot me.

And Old Nick saw that the world of man
had failed and knew only disharmony.

And so Old Nick released his demons onto
the world of man.

And the world of man fell before the
demons.

And his world became like the guttering
candle flame.

And God did nothing.

For he was invisible.

And couldn't he punch his way out of the
paper fucking bag anyway?

And so, the world of man became Old
Neck's dominion.

And his dominion was hell.

How's that?

How's that?

Then Old Neck did speak to his favoured
son.

Whose name was Jimmy Crystal.

And he said unto Jimmy.

You are now Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal.

And you shall be my right hand.

Which shall be strong.

And you shall have seven fingers.

And each finger shall be a claw.

And you shall offer charity to the world
of man.

And for this you alone shall be my heir.

And your seven fingers shall hold your
crown.

How's that?

How's that?

I am Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal.

Favourite son of Old Nick.

These are my fingers.

We travel the land.

We search for souls to deliver to my
father.

And we offer you charity.

Jimmy's.

Today's charitable act shall be the

removal of the shirt.

You fuck. Fucking cry.

Now fuck it all.

Jimmy.

You can't avoid this, kid. This is what
we do.

Go on.

Please.

Let go, please.

Please.

Okay, okay.

All right, just stay out here.

Samson, my friend.

There's something we need to talk about.

The medicine I've been giving you, it's
a cocktail of various things.

But the main and most powerful component
is morphine.

At your rate of consumption, I only have
enough for two more weeks.

Over the last 28 years, I've searched
every medicine cabinet in a 70 -mile

radius.

We won't find any more.

Inevitably, one way or another, the
opiate peace you have found with me will

end.

But there is something I can offer you.

A different kind of peace.

A place in the ossuary.

In a way, a home.

With me.

I want you to have lasting peace,
Samson.

And I think you want to have peace too.
And that's why you've become friends.

Good friends.

If there was just some way you could
give consent.

Sleep well, Samson.

What did you... Samson.

You spoke.

Say it again.

I need strong fingers.

Strong fingers make a strong fist.

Whoa. Listen.

Focus.

Choose

a

finger to fight.

If you win, you take their place and I
call you Jimmy.

If you lose, you get charity.

If you refuse, you get charity.

Nod or shake your head.

Cute.

Which finger do you choose to fight?

Hmm.

Master. Daddy.

King. King of kings.

Join us.

Yes.

We are grateful.

Old Nick is here, Jimmies.

He watches through my eyes.

He smells the blood and fear.

He's whispering now.

I can feel his lips on my ear
whispering.

He's saying, fight.

So fucking fight.

Too fucking easy. I make it look easy
cunt.

for a tubby nightmare.

Again,

again.

Beautifully done, Jemima.

The boy's pain is Old Mac's delight.

Old Nick says... Charity.

Choose your act.

I want to take his trousers off.

Old Nick says perfect.

Did you see these other cunts?

Listen to me.

They would have just stabbed you in the
neck.

Not me.

You chose me because you thought I was
weaker.

What are you going to be thinking?

Because I ripped the skin.

Rats.

That's unlike normal screaming too,
Jimmy.

I mean, what's screaming supposed to
sound like?

It's people shitting themselves, innit?

Hey, don't mind me, I'm over thinking
it.

her to me.

Take me with you.

Please.

Please take me with you.

Thank you.

He's dead.

Sir.

Get along.

Yes, sir, Jimmy. I'm confused. I thought
I told you to bring the woman to me.

You did. The woman who crushed Jemima's
skull with a big fuck -off hook.

Where would you let somebody like that
go?

I didn't let her go.

Then where is she?

She tried to escape.

She fought back and had to kill her. She
fought back, Jimmy.

She fought back.

Jimmy Heyer had no choice.

He was in danger of being overpowered by
a... by a pregnant woman.

How did you kill her?

With an arrow.

Where's her body?

Stalk.

Somewhere in the woods.

This is somewhere hard to find, I
expect.

Look here.

Did you not think to cut off her face?

Bring that to me.

Or her unborn child.

Anything really that showed a bit of
fucking initiative.

What are you crying about?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Not me you should be apologising to.

It's old Nick you've let down.

I wonder, should I call on him?

Ask whether he accepts your apology or
requires something more.

Like your gammy fucking face cut off,
for example.

Oh, please.

You should call on him, sir.

And ask if I can be the one to offer
charity.

You wish to offer charity, Jimmy?

He's as good as killed to Meemar
himself.

If he hadn't run away, we all know he
would have been chosen to fight.

You don't deserve to be a finger, sir.

Look at him now. The bastard's fucking
quivering.

Yeah, I agree.

We should ask Old Nick about you and
Jimmy.

Yes, we should.

I'll call on him right now. No.

No, we should ask him in person.

What do you mean?

We should ask Old Nick about you and
Jimmy in person.

Jimmy, Old Nick does not just appear in
person when requested.

No, of course not, but I...

You saw it?

Earlier today.

You saw Old Nick?

With my own eyes.

He had red skin.

And he was aged. And he had this great
building of human bones behind him.

His palace, I dare say.

And he was cavorting with one of his
very own demons.

An alpha, no less.

An alpha.

Sat at his master's feet like a fucking
lamb.

So shall we let old Nick himself decide?

Is that actually Old Mac?

Is that actually Old Mac?

Is that ac -

It is.

It is? Yep.

That is old Nick. Holy fucking shit.

And holy fucking shit.

I saw Jimmy.

But did you know your dad was going to
be here, sir?

You were leaving us here all alone. Yes,
Jimmy, I was.

I mean, I didn't know he was here in
this castle.

It's a surprise.

But he's got a few.

Daughtered around his kingdom.

A couple in the Highlands. Very nice.

This one must be new.

Which is why I didn't know about it
already.

It looks like it's been here a while.

Aye. It does look pretty old.

New as in the last five or ten years,
which is not long in architectural

So we're going to go down there?

Go and meet him? No!

Not until I have spoken to him first.

He may not want visitors.

One thing I can tell you about old Nick
is you do not want to catch him on a bad

day.

You guys stay put.

I'll square it with him.

Be back soon.

Hello? Hello?

So...

Are you Old Nick?

Old Nick?

Yes.

I'm now.

You're not Old Nick?

I'm not Old Nick.

I don't know any Old Nick.

Everybody knows Old Nick.

I honestly don't. I'm called Ian.

Ian?

You sure?

I'm totally sure.

Because Old Nick is known.

For being a little tricksy.

Playing games, so to speak.

Oh, wait. When you say old Nick, you
mean Satan?

Of course I fucking do.

So why would you think that I was... Oh,
you... My skin color.

The bones.

Well, you can relax.

I'm not Satan.

I am Dr.

Ian Kelson.

Doctor!

You're all these poor fuckers then.

Your patients.

This is an ossuary.

It's a memorial to the dead. It's like a
graveyard.

And your skin is orange because?

It's iodine. It kills the virus.

Virus? That causes infection.

Doctor.

Atheist doctor.

Okay.

So you believe all this zombie shite was
caused by science and bugs and whatnot?

Rather than... Old Nick unleashing his
wrath upon the world of man. I see. So

I'm an atheist and you're a Satanist.

Well, there it is.

Mystery solved.

I'll be honest, I didn't know what the
fuck was going on just now. I'm

I thought I was about to meet my father.

So is this all you're doing, Ian?

It is.

I've got to tell you, I'm a fan of your
work. It's fucking knockout.

Thank you, but what was that you said
just now? You believed you were about to

meet your father? Aye, how it was
pounding out my fucking chest.

Because your father is Satan?

Yep.

Old Nick's my old man.

But, uh... Never mind.

I don't mind talking.

Ah, fuck it.

I don't actually know my father too
well.

I mean, he speaks to me often enough,
but I never get to sit with him or see

him. You speak to him, but you don't see
him.

Or you hear him in your head. The whole
fucking time, Ian.

Mm -hmm.

I'm Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Actually, Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal, but
no, you're good.

Jimmy's fine.

That's it.

Ian.

I've got my peeps waiting for me not too
far away, but they can sit tight.

No rush.

Let's just talk a wee while.

Ah!

This is worse.

Ah, stomach.

Get the fuck out of here.

What's going on? Come on, Ben. Come on,
Ben. Come on.

Yeah.

Stop.

That's all you've got.

That's all you've got. Come on.

What if it's not really on Nick, don't
it?

Not on Nick?

Yeah.

Orange skin.

Palace of Bones.

Communion with demons.

Who the fuck else is it going to be?
Just Mum.

And Mum we should probably stay away
from.

I think we should just leave him alone.

Leave him alone?

No.

That's not how we roll, kid.

And that's not some old man.

That's old Nick.

And how strange and glorious it would be
to meet him.

Shit,

didn't even touch a note.

It's alright, it's alright.

Too fucking easy.

No.

The real question is, is Sir Lord Jimmy
Crystal his son?

Is he even a real Sir Lord?

What do you mean?

Do you ever get the sense that a surgeon
may fall ashore?

Bone castles and islands.

That's bollocks. Why has he never
mentioned them before?

And I've seen him when he put the
binoculars up to his eyes.

He'd never seen that side before in his
fucking life.

I was only eight when it all went out of
whack.

But a man of your age must have a few
memories from before.

Or less than you'd think.

I remember details.

Events and people.

But what it was actually like to live
with shops and fridges and

telephones and personal computers.

I have no real memory of that at all.

That said, I do remember there was a
sense of certainty.

The world had an order, a way about it.

There were dramas and upheavals
inevitably, but the foundations,

they seemed unshakable.

I remember church most of all.

That's because we lived next to it. And
when the demons came, that's where I

hid. You lived in the house next to the
church? Right next to it.

Was it the rectory? Yeah.

And your father was the vicar?

If my mother and sisters had hid in the
church, they'd have been all right,

but... they stayed at home.

Got their heads caved in.

What about your father?

He was leading the infected, Ian. He was
leading the demons on the charge.

A great army with him at the fore.

Well, we said charity starts at home.

And that was the last time you saw him?

Yeah.

Then I saw you, and...

bit of a bang, Ian.

Why is that?

The others, my peeps, I told them that
you were Old Neck, but you aren't, and

now they're expecting to meet you.

I see.

You're in a bit of a bang too.

How so?

Because if you can't help me with my
problem, I'm going to force feed you

own intestines until you can no longer
breathe.

Yes, that is a bind.

I like you. You're easy to talk to.

Not sure I've ever liked anyone before.

Thank you.

So, do you think there's an arrangement
to be made here, Ian?

They say the devil's always up for
making a deal.

At nightfall tomorrow, Old Nick will
grant us an audience.

But there are rules that you must obey
when in the company of the Dark Lord, as

you must expect.

Nobody may touch him, lest they be
struck down by flame and their souls be

delivered to the Seventh Circle. How's
that?

How's that?

And nobody may address him directly.

Only I may speak to him.

his fevered son and heir.

Louis Christophe.

How's that?

How's that?

I feared my life ending for many years.

I live alone.

My work is complete.

But today, I did feel fear.

And I thought, what will happen to
Samson if I'm gone?

They're coming back tomorrow, so I want
to try something tonight.

I planned for it to be gradual, but...

Events have conspired, so a leap into
the unknown.

I've been developing an idea about the
nature of the infection.

We know there is a physical component,
hemorrhage and uncontrolled cell

growth. And we know there is a sensory
component, pain and

terrible disquiet, which the morphine
silences.

But what if there is a psychiatric
component too?

When the infected attack, what do they
see?

What do they think they're attacking?

I've seen them kill children and babies.

A baby gives no reason to hurt it.

So they, you, must be seeing something
that isn't there.

Seeing something that isn't there.

A doctor would call that psychosis.

And the doctor would say that psychosis
can be treated.

I'm a doctor, Samson.

I'd like to try treating the psychosis.

I'm going to ask you to swallow these
tablets.

Where did you think you were going?

No, Jimmy, I was just... No, you were
trying to nip away.

No, Jimmy, no.

You know, that lad who stabbed in the
leg was my best fucking mate, and you

him away with your cowardice and dumb
luck.

So now, in honour of his passing, I
think it's only fitting if I slide this

blade slowly into your butt.

Where the fuck did you think you were
going to go?

Anywhere. Anywhere's better than the
other. I've been to anywhere.

It's not.

You need to stick with me, kid.

Or go far.

He was trying to escape.

He said he was too scared to meet old
Nick in person.

I couldn't face it.

I tried to talk him out of it, but he
wouldn't have it.

He tried to fight me.

I had to kill him.

That's not what happened.

That is what happened.

Sir.

Samson! Samson!

Samson!

Did it work, my friend?

Were you lost and now found?

Ticket please.

Take it low.

awaits us. Do you know what that means?

How's that?

Woe to you, O earth, and sea, for the
devil sentenced the beast

with wrath, because he knows the time is
short.

Let him who hath understanding reckon
the number of the beast, for it is a

number. Its number is 666.

I let them know.

My mind was black.

I needed time to think, to get the
memory from my mind.

What did I see?

Can I believe that what I saw that night
was real and

not just fantasy?

The number...

It's going.

How's that?

Fingers.

Fingers.

Approach.

Approach. Behold, you are

the fingers of my right hand.

Your dark radiance blackens even
sunlight.

Pride moves inside me like maggots in
the corpse of Christ.

Kneel.

Not you, my son.

You must stand.

We are grateful for this audience,
Father.

My time is eternal, but your time with
me is short. We understand, Great One.

shall not outstay our welcome.

But before we leave, do you have any
specific instruction for us?

I do.

Please do tell.

I command you to continue with your
infernal mission.

Continue our infernal mission.

Continue skinning and disemboweling the
mewling souls of your kingdom.

Defiling their bodies, making their
agony into sacrament, making their

echo into the skies.

That is your command, father?

Yes.

And what other commandments do you have?

That the fingers must always obey you,
my son. Obey me, your son?

Without any question or doubt.

Submit always and immediately to my
will.

Without any trace of pause or insolence.

Without any fucking backchat.

And what is your final commandment, my
king?

Father, what is your final commandment?

You are to grow the number of your
fingers. Grow the fingers from a fist

two fists, and then five, and then a
hundred, and then a thousand, so that no

community in Hell's kingdom can be
guarded against our charity.

Father, we hear you and shall obey.

Rise, Jimmy.

We now take our leave.

Wait.

Wait. Wait.

One more command.

One more command? No, no, Father, I
don't think so.

Continue our work, grow stronger, obey
me. I'm pretty sure that was it.

No, there is one more.

Really?

And what would that new command be,
precisely?

I require a sacrifice.

A sacrifice?

Of whom?

You remember the church, my only son.

Yes.

Then you remember Christ, God's only
Son.

Uh -huh.

And you know that in order for God's
only Son to ascend and take his place

by his Father's side, Christ was first
required to be crucified.

You are my only son, Jimmy.

Jimmy, Jimmy.

I am your God.

I require the same.

You require me to be Christian?

Yes.

He's going to bang me into that clothes.

They are.

Oh, no.

You fiend.

You properly turned the tables around on
me. Slow down, Jimmy Ink.

I know you're itching to make your move.

But before you do, one question.

Do you really think this gangly old
fucker is Satan?

And if he is, could I do this?

I don't understand what the fuck is
going on.

Who is the devil? I am, Jimmy.

Me?

Now come and dare this treacherous cunt.

What? Fucking not, but.

Now, I'll wring your fucking neck.

Jimmy, don't do it!

I'm sorry. It's okay, Spike.

It's okay.

You two know each other.

You're not.

Nothing is.

No one is.

You put on a good show.

Thank you.

I don't mean to make your night any
worse, but I don't think you're going to

survive that.

I know.

Why didn't you just let me leave?

We were going.

You would have been alright.

Suddenly, I saw it was you behind the
mask.

Old Nick or not, there's still one last
thing I could do for you.

I'll bear that last command.

Spike, is it?

Kelly.

Come on, let's get the fuck out of here.

I can't hear his voice anymore.

Ian.

Why can't I hear his voice?

Father. Father.

Father.

Father.

Why have you forsaken me?

Why have you forsaken me?

Father.

In the Second World War, instead of
bankrupting Germany, the world helped it

rebuild, likewise Japan. So within a
generation, they had recovered into

economies that had stripped most of
their victors.

And that was fair?

That's what I'm thinking.

It's better than fair. It's desirable.

Why help a defeated enemy?

Because the enforced bankruptcy of the
enemy after World War I...

was the reason for World War II.

48, Churchill.

Those who forget history are doomed to
repeat it.

Say again?

Those who forget history are doomed to
repeat it. Yes, very good.

So, then, this becomes a kind of a
cornerstone of European post

-war political philosophy, to never
forget, to...

To make the ideas echo bankrupt.

Fascism, nationalism, populism, totally
dismantled.

Never to return.

So how does that apply to the economic
landscape of post -Soviet Russia?

Elsa, I'm just saying that if that were
to come up in the exam tomorrow, you

might get marked higher if you use the
Weimar Republic as a reference.

See if it comes up in the exam.

Dad, you're setting me example.

I'm saying no more.

What was that?

What? Listen.

Remember what to do. Yeah.

Shit. What is it?

They're chasing someone.

Two people.

Do we help them?

Dad, do we help them?

Of course we don't.