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What have we done to the fucking day today?

What have we done to you today?

What do you like?

Get on there.

Fucking quiver of decent shit. Oh, look at the little baby.

It's all for old men.

Oh, I'm fucking bored.

You little shit.

You understand, this is a fight to the death.

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?

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.

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.

Back it up!

Too slow, pal.

I could do this for fucking hours.

For fuck's sake, just finish it. Is that 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... You fucking cunt.

I'm gonna skin you with your own fucking blade.

What the fuck, what the fuck?

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

That's an artery, is it then?

Aye, aye.

That's a lot of blood.

No,

no, no, no, no.

Something, please help me!

Stop laughing, help me! I don't know how it fucking works, but... Sir.

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

Shit!

Jesus Christ!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God!

Thank God!

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

Please, I'm scared. What, you wee crybaby?

That's all I'm getting.

What are you getting, Jimmy?

Getting hungry?

Getting horny?

Getting sleepy?

Oh, sleepy.

Bless.

What's your name, son?

Spike.

Spike? No, no.

No, that doesn't sound right.

I think your name is... Me too, me too.

It's Jimmy.

Jimmy.

How's that?

you

No! No!

No!

See them walking hand in hand in this abysmal man.

That's telling us enough.

That we know to survive.

And miles of sharp blue water will I.

The diving land's coming up.

There's a crowd all out. I'm pretty talky by the hand.

By the hand.

She wonders has she ever got here. If she goes under again.

Girls will still come.

Perfected patient.

This 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.

Well, right now I feel more like Androcles, removing thorns from the

Which means you owe me, by the way.

Just kidding.

I'm NHS.

No charge.

We'll be right back.

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.

Certainly not entirely sure you understand that.

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 respect.

still attached.

You're a beauty.

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

I don't know.

We're going to tell him. What happened?

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 Dipsy 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.

You're not welcome.

You know you're not.

Well, I do now. Oh,

no.

We've got off on the wrong foot.

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

Fingers. Jimmy.

Jimmy. Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Roberto Calamari.

Fucking tough crowd.

It's a joke.

I'm Jimmy too. We're 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, Mr. Lee.

We'll stay here tonight.

Offer charity.

Tomorrow, pastor's new.

Go find pastor's new.

I'm missing charity.

Fuck off.

You saw it coming.

Of course I fucking saw it coming.

I've heard the story a million fucking times.

Coming on the floor now, bae, 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 the moon, she dances on the sand.

You are...

Fucking surely.

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

And so Old Nick released his demons unto 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 Nick's dominion.

And his dominion was hell.

How's that?

How's that?

Then Old Nick 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.

Favoured son of Old Neck.

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.

Scream.

Jimmy.

Sound it out, Gillian.

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

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 face.

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.

Good.

Which finger do you choose to fight?

Hey.

Master. Daddy.

King. King of kings.

Join us.

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.

Time for a tubby night night.

You're just better.

Beautifully done, Jemima.

The boy's pain is...

Old Mac's delight.

Old Mac says... Charity.

Choose your act.

I want to take his trousers off.

Old Mac says perfect.

Do 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 your skin.

Sophia.

In the flesh.

I sound like normal screaming to you, Jimmy.

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

It's people shitting themselves, innit?

Don't mind me, I love a thing, innit?

to me.

Take me with you.

Please.

Please take me with you.

Thank you.

He's dead.

Sir.

Get alone.

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.

I don't care.

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 me by 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, you 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...

What?

I saw him.

You saw him?

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.

Newt's cavorting with one of his very own demons.

An alpha, no less.

An alpha.

Sighted his master's feet like a fucking lamb.

So she will let old Nick himself decide.

Thank you.

Is that actually Old Mac?

Is that actually Old Mac?

Is that actually Old Mac?

Aye, 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 daughter 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.

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.

This is worse.

What if it's not really on it, down there?

Not on it? Yeah.

Orange skin.

Palace of Bones.

Communing with demons.

Who the fuck else is it gonna be? Just Mum.

Mum, we should probably stay away from them.

I think we should just leave them alone.

Leave them 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 mean to touch you there.

It's all right. That's all right.

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 shy?

Bone castles and the highlands.

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

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

He'd never seen that sight 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, Anne.

I'm in a bit of a bind, 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 bind, 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 favorite son and heir,

Louis Christophe.

How's that?

How's that?

I haven't 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,

think it's only fitting if I slide this bird slowly into your...

Where the fuck did you think you were gonna go?

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

It's not.

You need to stick with me, kid.

We'll 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.

Did it work, my friend?

Were you lost and now found?

Ticket please.

Ticket please.

Take it low.

awaits us, Jimmies.

How's that?

O earth, see, for the devil sends 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 left alone.

My mind was black.

I needed time to think, to get a memory from my heart.

What did I see?

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

not just fantasy?

It's going on.

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 screams echo

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 bat -chat.

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 into 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, Jimmies.

We now take our leave.

Wait. Wait.

Spike.

I have 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.

You require me to be crucified. Yes.

Who's going to bang me into that cross?

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 commandeer this treacherous cunt.

But... Fucking not but!

Do it now or I'll wring your fucking neck!

No! Jimmy, don't do it! No!

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.

Obey 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.

I can't 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 your dictated 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.

If it comes up in the exam.

Dad, you're setting the exam.

I'm saying no more.

What was that?

What? Listen.

Shit. What is it?

They're chasing someone.

Two people.

Do we help them?

Dad, do we help them?

Of course we do.