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[Intro music playing]

[Music playing]

[Breathing heavily]

[Explosion]

[Maniacal laughter]

[Gasp]

Huh?

What?

[Creepy music]

[Car zooms by]

What about the energy shortage?

Where is your patriotism?

We are taking a vacation from patriotism, too.

But why Las Vegas?

Because.

Cause nobody reads there, watches television.

James...

Hmm?

Why am I having these nightmares?

You're working too hard at the hospital.

But they're always about demons and devils.

I keep telling you that such things don't exist.

CLAIRE: They sure do exit.

They're driving me nuts!

[Applause]

Thank you, Blue Mist.

Thank you, ladies, Birthday Beautiful.

And now ladies and gentlemen, we are

Proud to present, right from the Palladium in London,

The world famous Mr. Cecil Howard!

[Drum roll, applause]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

The management is most anxious to get you

All back into the Casino at the crap tables.

So I'll have to be brief.

There's only time for one couple.

Now, let me see.

No.

Let's try again.

Ah!

Here's the couple.

We're on vacation.

Have some fun.

Have we ever met before, madame?

No.

Then you would say we are total strangers.

Yes.

CECIL HOWARD: Ask me any question you like.

Answer me this, Mr. Clairvoyant... is there a god?

CECIL HOWARD: There is.

And is there the devil?

CECIL HOWARD: There is indeed.

Close your eyes, madame.

What do you see?

Keep your eyes closed.

Nothing.

Look again.

Blackness.

CECIL HOWARD: Keep looking.

Now concentrate on the middle of your forehead...

The third eye... right in the middle of your forehead.

[VIOLIN MUSIC, MEN TALKING AND SHOUTING IN GERMAN]

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

[Music and talking continue]

[Man speaking german]

I bring a message from the Fuhrer.

You haven't met your quota for the last three weeks.

[Dramatic music]

[Screaming]

[Machine gun shots]

[Music continues]

Your quota's been filled.

You placed yourself in the trance, madame.

I merely suggested you close your eyes and concentrate.

I need your help Mr. Howard.

And I believe you can help me.

Mrs. Hansen...

You know me?

I recognized you and your husband as soon as you came in.

That's why I chose you.

I knew you'd make an imaginative subject.

I'm not a clairvoyant.

I don't even know if a clairvoyant exists.

I used to be a ventriloquist.

But too many got in the game, so I switched my act.

It's an act, Mrs. Hansen.

I'd be a fool to try and deceive you or your husband.

But if I'm to be of any help, you'll have to tell me

Plainly what your trouble is.

You know of my husband's works.

I'm one of his great admirers.

You said you believed in God and the devil.

I do.

While I don't fancy myself as an exorcist,

I have run across some cases of possession in the past.

Would you join us for supper after your performance?

My pleasure, Mrs. Hansen.

Thank you.

[Creepy music]

[Faint sound of people moaning]

[Grunting softly]

Ah!

[Moaning quietly]

Now don't let your imagination run wild.

Your inviting him to suffer had nothing to do with his murder.

I must find out what happened I'll be right back.

POLICEMAN: We didn't want to alarm you.

Do you know who did it

Mr. Howard was a stranger in America.

His first trip... Didn't know a soul.

He had no jewelry, no money, nothing of any value.

It was just one of those senseless killings.

Do you have any idea...

We just met him tonight.

I've no idea.

Does that mean anything to you?

Molock is the name of an ancient demon.

He was one of Satan's generals in the plot to overthrow God.

Well anyway, it's a blind alley.

We'll check Scotland Yard.

Maybe they know someone who wanted him dead.

May I see the body?

He's not very pretty.

May I?

[Dramatic music playing]

[Faint sound of music on radio]

[RADIO BROADCAST OF HITLER SPEAKING AND ARMY MARCHING]

[Muttering and humming]

INTERVIEWER: Give us your impression of the opening act.

I've seen better.

I've seen worse.

[Mumbling]

INTERVIEWER: The leading ballerina... what about her?

Adequate.

Just adequate.

[Outraged grunting]

INTERVIEWER: How would this company compare

With the Ballets Russes?

We're on television, aren't we?

Oh, yes.

MAN: It's not the Ballets Russes.

[Grunting]

[Knocking]

Sterne?

[Sound of dog whimpering]

[Knocking]

Sterne?

Somebody there?

- Mr. Weiss? - Huh?

Oh.

What is it?

Come with me.

Come... come... come with me!

I-I-I I see him... On-on-on the television!

I see him.

I see him.

I've had a long day.

Why don't you go to the police?

What police?

You!

You!

The police!

Mr. Weiss, I'm only the police in the 5th Precinct.

The rest of the world... I don't give a damn.

Please!

It can't wait.

The ballet will be over in one hour.

Please!

We've got to catch him.

Who?

Catch who?

MR. WEISS: Catch him.

Who the hell are we catching?

The one.

The one.

LT. STERNE: (YELLING) Who?

The one... the one I look for!

All my life!

I look for.

Please Mr. Sterne.

All right.

We'll find the son of a bitch.

LT. STERNE: I can't arrest him Mr. Weiss.

What?

What?

Why can't you arrest a murderer?

Because all this happened many years ago in Germany.

We have no jurisdiction.

Huh?

Jurisdiction to arrest an animal who killed my family!

Now, wait a minute, Mr. Weiss.

Wait.

I wait for (YELLING) 35 years!

I wait!

Mr. Weiss, we'll follow him.

We'll find out where he lives.

We'll get him tracked down.

Once we peg him, where he lives, then

We'll go down to headquarters and see what can be done.

Please... go-go-go-go-go faster... faster.

I... I don't want to lose him.

MR. WEISS: All right, I make no fuss.

I make no fuss.

[Audience chattering] MR. WEISS: There.

There.

There.

There.

There.

There. There.

LT. STERNE: Easy, Mr. Weiss.

Take it easy.

Come on.

My god!

[Muttering aggitatedly]

LT. STERNE: Come on.

Control yourself.

Please.

Please.

[Inaudible] his house.

Please.

Please.

[Creepy music]

Well, now we know where he lives.

Yeah, yeah, we... We... we go, yeah?

Go to headquarters!

Come! Come!

Come!

We go.

[SOUND OF CAR STARTING AND DRIVING AWAY]

Why you stop?

Now, let me think.

What's the matter?

That guy you pointed out is in his 20s, right?

Yeah, yeah.

So?

And all this happened 35 years ago in Germany?

Yeah, yeah.

Man, I must be losing my marbles.

Mr. Weiss, I'm taking you home.

No, no.

That is him.

But it can't be him.

It can't be.

He'd be in his 60s or 70s by now.

(YELLING) I don't care!

I don't care!

Come on!

I don't care how young he looks!

That's him!

Him!

There's only one like him.

That's... that's him.

Him.

That's...

- Take it easy. - Yeah.

No.

No.

Take it easy.

Him.

It's all right.

I never forget him.

I never forget him.

See. See.

See.

See. There.

There. Look.

Look. See!

Look.

Every one... every one... every one is him.

Every one!

Every one.

The guy that you saw on television.

There's the one.

See. See.

See.

Every... every face, same face.

Yes, Mr. Weiss, but... yes, it's a striking resemblance.

But... ah... the date of this paper is April, 1944.

MR. WEISS: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

See, Mr. Weiss... it can't be the same man.

I mean, he hasn't... he hasn't aged a day in 35 years.

I don't... I don't... I don't... I don't care!

The-the-the... the facelift!

The-the-the... plastic surgery!

I... I think I know how you must feel.

MR. WEISS: You don't know!

(YELLING) You don't know!

You don't know!

[Sound of dog whimpering]

Mr. Weiss, I'm your friend, ain't I?

Now, you listen to me, friend.

That guy we saw in the theater... facelift,

Plastic surgery... bull.

I mean, nothing could make a 60... 70-year-old man

Look that young.

I admit the faces are perfect.

I want... want him punished!

But it can't be!

(YELLING) Goddamn it, it can't be him!

Can't you see that?

Now, you take it easy.

Don't do anything foolish.

I'll come by, see you in the morning.

And we'll decide what to do.

Yeah.

Yeah.

LT. STERNE: You sure?

Goodnight, Mr. Weiss.

[Sound of dog yipping]

[Music playing]

[Growling]

Sweetheart, look now, you have to realize dreams are not...

Buon giorno, signore.

Buon giorno, signora.

Buon giorno, Phillipe.

[Speaking italian]

But it was AS though I was actually there.

I not only saw, I heard the shooting

And the fall of the bodies.

Look, honey, I mean, you've never been to Germany.

You're not even remotely Jewish.

So why should you have these premonitions?

I had a call a few weeks ago from a man

Who call himself Abraham Weiss.

JAMES: Go on.

He was raving about how could you write

A book called God Is Dead?

And if you had been through with the Nazis

What he had been through, you would believe in God.

Oh, it was just another crank call.

It was an omen, that call.

Someone is trying to reach me, warn me.

Warn you?

Against what?

The devil.

He's loose again.

Will you stop it?

How many books must I write to convince you

That such things do not exist?

Dr. Hansen?

Doctor Hansen?

There's a body that just came in I think you ought to look at.

What's so unusual?

His face has been torn away.

[Creepy music]

Is there any ID?

Well, He's a white Caucasian, late 70s,

Name of Abraham Weiss.

Multiple fractures, vertebrae broken in three places.

The assailant must have had tremendous strength.

This tattoo is a Nazi concentration

Camp identification number.

But this 666 occurred at the time of his death.

Papers in his wallet show he was a Nazi hunter.

OK.

Lieutenant?

Was the victim dead when you found him?

Well, he lived for only a few moments.

What did he say?

He said, um, "Look at the wall."

That's all, but there were no walls.

It was a parking lot.

Thank you, officer.

[Creepy music]

[Sound of printing press]

WOMAN: I want to get mine.

I think I'm next.

[People chattering]

WOMAN: I think I'm next.

I think I'm next.

[Chattering continues]

Thank you.

You look lovely this morning, Claire.

The publisher put a new jacket on my book.

It's not too late, James.

Too late for what?

To stop the publication.

I spent four years on this book, Claire.

I believe it is the most important work of my life.

And if there is a God, what will happen to you?

I suppose I'll go to hell.

James Hansen, Nobel Prize winner, author of the book God

Is Dead.

Is he one of us?

Not yet.

Then why does he sell us?

There is a new plague spreading throughout the Western world.

The intelligentsia believe in nothing but themselves.

Is anyone threatening his work?

One serious enemy... Claire Hansen,

His wife, devout Catholic.

Professor Hansen!

Professor Hansen, hold on!

Would you please autograph this?

Surely.

Right here.

Thanks a lot.

I really enjoyed it.

Thank you.

[People chattering]

James...

(ANGRILY) When I joined this foundation, you told me

That I would have a free hand!

But haven't you?

Has anyone bothered you?

Well, then what are we talking about?

This.

Yes, we're an endowed foundation.

But we're also depended upon gifts, contributions

From wealthy individuals, public companies.

Publicity like this... Some of these people

Are going to feel cut off.

James, you have total freedom.

But must you bite off the hand that feeds us?

[Telephone ringing]

Excuse me.

Yes?

Thank you.

A Mr. Papini to see you.

I don't know any Papini.

OK.

Get rid of him.

Just think it over, huh?

I'll see you later.

[Door opens and closes]

[Creepy music]

Don't alarm yourself, Dr. Hansen.

I just want to help you.

I don't know you and I don't need your help.

Now... ah... leave.

Everyone needs help, Mr. Nobel Prize winner, especially you.

Out.

Look at this, Dr. Hansen.

[Music intensifies]

Sit down, Mr...

Papini.

JAMES: What can I do for you, Mr. Papini?

It's what I can do for you, Doctor.

All right.

What can you do for me?

You're on the way to hell.

If you would read my book, you would realize

That this is all wasted on me.

It is far more terrible to be possessed

When Satan remains invisible.

Mr. Papini, I'll be frank... thanks

To contemporary research, that imaginary being Satan

Has completely disappeared.

His place has been taken by scientific reality.

Hysterics, miracles and delusions all fall

Within the province of the neurosurgeon,

Not the priest or witchdoctor.

I appreciate your concern, Mr. Papini.

Will you please...

For now.

[Door opens and closes]

[Sound of ocean surf]

Dr. Hansen!

What are you doing here?

Where else should I be?

Well, I don't want you around.

Why?

I won't bother you.

Why do you keep following me?

Because I must!

There is God and there is a Satan.

He's not a devil with horns on his head.

Satan was God's favorite angel.

He preferred to rule on Earth, rather

Than be second in heaven.

And I say Earth, Doctor, not hell, because man has

Turned this earth into a hell!

I'm beginning to see evidence of your last point.

(YELLING) God created man!

And the only way Satan can revenge himself against God

Is by corrupting man, becoming his master!

If God created man, why would he permit

This Satan to accomplish this?

Free agency.

God created man to be free to do anything he chose.

He created a free being, not a slave.

And on Earth, he gave Satan the same free hand.

He'll interfere with neither man nor the devil.

He is leaving them to work out their own destinies.

Who's going to win?

PAPINI: At the moment, Satan is winning.

Where's the contest?

How can a pygmy fight a giant?

Your God certainly loaded the dice against man.

Not so simple, Dr. Hansen.

Though a fallen angel, Satan is still an angel.

If he can show God that man was a mistake, not worth creating

Or saving, perhaps God will forgive him, give

Him his place back in heaven.

You should write for the movies, Mr. Papini.

The devil has three roles to infiltrate man...

Pride, prejudice and arrogance.

You are richly endowed with all three, Doctor.

[Creepy music]

Hey, where you going?

Something's out there.

What?

I don't see anything.

I don't know.

Papini!

Come back here.

[Music continues]

What the hell you in the dark for?

What's going on?

Why didn't you tell me you moved over here?

WOMAN: Lieutenant!

Lieutenant Sterne!

For Christ's sakes, Lieutenant, when can I have this apartment?

Mrs. Ziegler, I don't want to be disturbed.

But I have to clean up this mass

And redecorate before I can rent it.

You touch one thing in here and I'll throw your goddamn ass

In the slammer!

Bitch!

Bastard.

LT. STERNE: Bitch! MRS. ZIEGLER: Bastard.

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, when you talk that way...

She reported you to the captain.

You're on suspension.

What's the matter with you?

Look on the wall.

Those were the last words that he said.

Somewhere on the wall is the answer to what

Weiss was trying to tell me.

I want to tell you something... You ain't never gonna find out.

Come on, come on.

Let's go.

You got a lot of work to do.

Come on.

[Sound of dog whimpering]

[Music playing]

[Sound of car pulling up]

[Police radio dispatcher]

Hey, what are you doing here, buddy?

What are you doing here?

Hey, turn around and talk to us.

What are you doing here?

The Hansens live here.

Hey, we know the Hansens.

Do you?

I'm protecting Mr. Hansen.

From who?

- The devil. - The devil?

Let's go, buddy.

Come on!

No!

[Scuffling and shouting]

Hansen!

You're in danger!

Ah!

No!

Hansen!

You're in danger!

No, you must leave me here!

[Police continue to struggle]

Hansen!

No!

[Shouting] The devil is coming!

Danger!

[Car zooms away]

[PAPINI CONTINUES TO YELL IN THE DISTANCE]

[Screeching]

[Claire screams]

[Growling]

[Gasps, begins to whimper]

[Telephone ringing]

Dr. Monroe's office.

I'm sorry but the doctor is busy with a patient right now.

Nightmares can be horrendous.

But no one has ever been seriously

Injured by having them.

Once you wake up, it's over.

What frightens me is that it's just the beginning.

You dreamt of a German refugee and then you saw

His body in the morgue, huh?

Coincidence.

A long shot, but still a coincidence.

No more than that.

There must be a reason these things are happening to me.

Stop dwelling on it.

I'm going to call James and tell him to take you out more often.

There's a new disco just opened. CLAIRE: Disco?

DR. MONROE: Now, look, the noise will drive

Every thought out of your head.

[Disco music playing]

Jim, I left my purse in the front seat.

Oh.

Thank you.

So you finally got Uncle James to take you to the disco, huh?

It wasn't easy.

How are you doing, Jim? Great.

Got a new girl. Yeah?

This time it's for real.

Really? Good.

[Car horn honking] OK.

Bye.

I'll see you later, Aunt Claire.

[Disco music playing]

You know, I'm glad you talked me into this.

[Music continues]

[Creepy music]

[Breathing heavily]

[Sound of footsteps running]

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

[Screams]

Ah!

Aunt Claire, Uncle James, this is my girl, Ann.

How do you do?

Hello, Ann.

(WHISPERING) Can you spare me $20 till payday?

Sure.

[Disco music continues]

Thanks.

See you later.

Goodbye.

Ah... have you decided to come back yet?

Why?

Well, you went away there for awhile.

Can we please go?

Sure.

[Music continues]

Broads are nice.

What else is new?

Huh?

Oh well. [Mumbling]

[Music continues]

I want to tell you something.

This place wasn't even in our district.

[Music continues]

[CREEPY MUSIC PLAYS UNDER DISCO SONG]

Son of a bitch!

He killed him.

He killed him. Who?

Him!

What are you talking about?

LT. STERNE: Him!

[Classical music playing]

[Dramatic music]

[Screams]

JIM: Where's Ann?

GIRL: She went off with the group.

JIM: You're a liar.

She left with a customer.

Who?

How the hell do I know?

But he came in a limousine.

Why are you standing around?

Clear the tables.

I want to go home, too.

Jim-boy, come on in.

I gotta wait for her.

What makes you think she is coming back?

I still gotta wait.

[Tires squealing up]

[Tires squealing away]

GIRL: Oh, Ann!

JIM: Call a doctor!

Quick!

[Ann crying] Ann.

Annie, can you walk? No!

Come on, honey.

Who did this?

[Knocking]

Who is it?

LT. STERNE: Police.

Open up!

Get your boss.

Wait a minute!

Hey, who the hell do you think you are?

It's all right.

Go back to bed.

The girl was a consenting adult, officer.

So what's the charge?

The boyfriend's a parking lot attendant.

He's got a gun.

Is there anything else?

Yeah.

There is something else.

Yes?

Ever hear of a man named Weiss, a 70-year-old Jew?

No.

He seemed to know you.

So?

Where are you from, Mr. Olivier?

Really officer, at this hour of the night?

Never mind.

You see Mr. Olivier, I got lots of time.

Time is all I have.

And I'm going to spend an awful lot of it checking on you.

Goodnight, Mr. Olivier.

[Music playing]

You warn him the kid's out to kill him?

Guns are easy to get in this town.

I'm more worried about the kid.

We ought to lock him up, the kid's a punk.

We can't.

Not till he shoots Olivier.

[Music playing]

[Creepy music]

[Screaming]

LT. STERNE: One question... How'd you do it?

You bore on me.

Mr. Olivier, what do you do to live in such high style.

I'm rich, Mr. Detective.

And the rich don't have to kill to eat.

They give employment, higher little people, like you.

To you, I'm a cockroach.

Worse... a piece of crap.

Be careful, Mr Olivier.

Don't step on me, or you'll never get rid of the smell.

[Choir singing in latin]

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

PRIEST: Yes?

Last night, my nephew was killed.

I feel responsible.

In what way?

I believe the way Jim died was the work of a demon.

You do believe in demons, don't you, Father?

I do.

Where lies your responsibility?

I've had many warnings.

But I haven't done anything about it.

Something must be done.

Can you help me, Father?

Yes.

There is a demon on the loose!

And he must be destroyed!

How do I kill a demon?

Listen to me.

Come closer.

Do as I say and God will forgive you.

[Creepy music]

Is anyone here?

[Door creaking]

[Music continues]

Is anyone here?

I'm behind the curtain.

Forgive the darkness, but I see better

Without artificial light.

I was told you might be able to help me.

If it is within my power.

I have a lock of hair from the person in trouble.

Do you know what I'm doing, ma'am?

You're playing with your finger in red sand.

Exactly.

To impress you.

I'm not impressed.

Good.

Then we can dispense with the mumbo-jumbo.

Please.

MAN: The locket of hair, from someone you love?

You don't know?

I do not read minds, ma'am.

My husband.

An extraordinary man.

You know him?

No.

But I do know you.

And you would not be here if he was not worth saving.

How do you know he's in trouble?

Maybe it's me.

Good and evil are one in the same, ma'am.

It is the motive behind the act that makes it one or the other.

Killing Hitler was good.

Killing an innocent baby is evil.

You're a good person.

I can see your soul, ma'am.

It is pure.

No power of evil can ever overcome you.

Your husband is the one in trouble.

But he's a good man, a kind man,

Better than I could ever be.

I am a black man, a nigger in your country.

You're wealthy and important.

You must know many people in high places.

Yet they couldn't help you.

You had to seek the help of a nigger.

What trouble is my husband in?

You are deeply religious?

I am.

Then for you, Satan is not a character in a horror story,

But a real person.

He can never touch you.

But he can reach your husband.

[Creepy music]

[FAINT SOUND OF MEN CHEERING HITLER]

[Knocking]

Hey, Sterne boy, Sterne boy.

Come on, open up!

If you're looking for the lieutenant,

He moved to the old Jew's apartment.

I offered to paint it for free, but he wouldn't let me touch

It, not even wash the carpet.

Thank you very much.

Pigs.

See, this is not one of our nights off.

So

So, you don't rate limousine service.

You know, you're supposed to report to the precinct

Like everybody else.

I've been studying these goddamn walls.

Dieter, I see swastikas swimming in my oatmeal.

So you still think the old man's last words mean something, huh?

I want to tell you something... he was senile.

He took too much in his life and it cracked him up.

Not that old man.

Ha-ha.

He was sharp as hell.

Hate kept him alive.

People get senile only when they got nothing left to hate.

Oh-oh-oh-oh.

Hey, that's a big mark full of philosophy.

Would ya let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go!

Let's go!

You talk like we got something to do.

Huh?

What?

Pick up a few drunks sleeping in an alley,

Break up some homes where a poor slob is slugging his wife,

Pick up a few whores who are trying

To make an honest living.

You call that something to do?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'll see ya in the car, Einstein.

There are so many worthwhile projects

You can devote your energies.

Why persist in this attack on God?

Claire, I have always finished what I started.

This television special?

Please.

Claire.

You know that I am committed.

There is something you can do.

I received this letter.

It's an offer from a new foundation.

They say they have unlimited funds

And will grant me total freedom.

But I must meet with them tomorrow.

I've got to get down to the television

Station for rehearsal.

Until we get this straightened out,

Let's sleep in the guest room.

Just don't go into the master bedroom.

Don't go into it.

Just keep the door closed.

[Music playing]

[Sound of creature growling]

[Music playing]

[Creepy voice saying "claire"]

[Heavy breathing]

[Door slams]

[Screams]

[Music continues]

[Claire screaming]

[Creature growling]

[Screams]

[Growling abruptly stops]

[Claire gasps]

What I have to say to you tonight may cause you pain.

It may disillusion you.

It may even make you hate me.

I am here to shatter a myth.

You may well believe in this myth.

You may hold it absolutely sacred.

And I take no joy in destroying your beliefs.

I speak because I feel I must.

I believe...

WAITER: All right already.

OK.

All right, already.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Who order the specialty of the house.

Here it is.

JAMES: (ON TELEVISION) Simply as compensation

For failures in this life.

I made this stuff special for you guys.

JAMES: (ON TELEVISION) Man should stop worshipping

Gods and an alleged beyond and concentrate

Upon his own elevation.

That's nice.

I find resentment at the heart of most religions...

Resentment of this world, of the body,

Of sex, of the critical intelligence,

Of everything strong and healthy.

I've seen the effects of religion.

What it does to us.

I feel compelled to speak out.

I'm sorry for the pain that my statement will cause.

But sometimes truth causes pain.

Indeed it now appears that Jesus Christ

As we knew him in the scriptures never existed.

The Christ that we have come to know

Was invented by men for their own purposes.

In the first place, in ancient times

The word Christ was not the name of a person,

But the title of a public office.

In the first century, 100s of persons

Could have been referred to as Christ.

In fact, there is not a single written reference

To a man called Jesus in existence

Today, other than the literary creations

Of the authors of the Gospels and the New Testament.

The lone exception occurs in Josephus, a brief passage

Mentioning and praising Jesus.

Reputable scholars today agree that this brief passage

Is a forgery.

I propose to build a culture upon the premise

That God is dead.

For my part, He never existed.

And if the Christian god is dead,

So it is with all other gods.

There is no supreme being.

We are alone.

There is no God to help us.

So let us build our own paradise.

God is dead.

But man is alive.

I represent a foundation that is

Very interested in your work.

JAMES: (OVER THE PHONE) I'm not interested in the foundation.

Look, don't...

I think it would be advantageous

If we met tomorrow.

I'm sorry, sir, but I don't meet with strangers.

Dr. Hansen, I am not a stranger.

We've met many times before in the past.

Well, I have no recollection of it.

You'll remember the face.

Look, I'm afraid I don't understand.

OLIVIER: (OVER THE PHONE) A boat will

Meet you at the pier at 8 AM.

Be there.

JAMES: Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Who was it?

I don't know.

Well, what did he want?

A meeting.

James, are you feeling all right?

I'm fine.

I'm all right.

[Sound of motor boat]

[Music playing]

JAMES: What now?

WOMAN: Mr. Olivier lives on the remote side of the island.

[Music continues]

WOMAN: You wait here.

JAMES: For whom?

For whom am I waiting?

It's the most important meeting of your life.

[Music playing]

[Creature growling]

[Startled yell]

[Music continues]

[Sounds of thunderstorm]

[Music continues]

[Door creaking]

[Ghostly moans]

[Thunderclap]

[James screams]

[Gunshots]

[Thunder and wind continue]

[Creaking]

[Thunderclap]

[Creaking]

[Thunderclap]

[Thunderclap]

[Music continues]

[SOUND OF TOMAHAWK CHOPPING INTO FLESH]

OLIVIER: Up here Dr. Hansen.

Do you know who I am?

You must be Mr. Olivier.

We want you to join our organization, Doctor.

I'd have to know a great deal more about it.

Oh, you know all about us.

We too believe God is dead.

Just who are you?

I serve the master.

It'll be your privilege to serve him, too.

I serve no one.

I an my own master.

There's only one master!

And his name is Satan!

I don't believe in Satan anymore than I believe in God!

Recant!

Never.

Recant before this touches the floor.

[Music playing]

[Creature growling]

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

[Screaming in pain] [groaning]

[Organ music]

[Grunting frustratedly]

[Gasp]

[Organ music swells]

[Rock music playing]

[Inaudible]

[Telephone ringing]

Yes?

Mrs. Hansen?

I am Papini.

Yes.

I've heard of you, Mr. Papini.

I must speak with you about your husband.

I can't.

I'm due for surgery.

PAPINI: (OVER THE PHONE) You must.

I'm sorry.

PAPINI: (OVER THE PHONE) It's important that I see you now.

Look, I can't see you Mr. Papini.

Goodbye.

[Hangs up phone]

[Music playing]

Oh, God.

[MUSIC CONTINUES AND INTENSIFIES]

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

I am Papini.

I told you I don't want to talk to you.

If you had listened to me before... your husband

Would still be alive!

What are you saying?

It was me in the confession booth.

I took the place of your priest.

And I told you to kill Olivier.

Why didn't you do it?

I'm a doctor.

I cannot kill.

He must be destroyed!

Not by me!

Tonight I an going to confront him.

And by morning, one of us will be dead.

But why are you telling me this?

Because you're not tainted.

You're untouched by evil.

If I fail... and I don't intend to... then you must carry on.

I told you.

I cannot kill.

When necessary even God can kill.

[Music playing]

Come up, Mr. Papini.

Why do you wear white?

I find it becoming.

Deceptive is the word.

Red is your color.

Have you come to challenge me?

I came to do battle.

You already fought Monk.

You are not pure in heart.

With what will you do battle?

The Son of God died for man's sins.

I hope my sin died with Him.

God has only one son.

And his name is Satan.

Dare you speak that name in the same breath as the true son?

The son you speak of was a mortal man and a bastard

As well.

What is your name?

My name is legion.

In the eyes of God I command you to tell me your name!

I am Ishtar.

[Wind blowing intensely]

(YELLING) Who sent you?

Who sent you?

In the name of God, I command you to answer!

(IN GROWLING VOICE) The master sent me.

Name him!

Satan!

[WIND CONTINUES TO BLOW INTENSELY]

You cannot have her!

She belongs to us.

You cannot have her!

Who forbids us?

You? [Laughing]

I bid you in the name of the Almighty,

Who cast you out of heaven down to hell... go back to hell!

You cannot have her!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

[WIND CONTINUES TO BLOW INTENSELY]

[PAPINI SCREAMS AS HE CONTINUES TO FALL]

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

[Wind continues]

You say he called you yesterday?

Yes, I drove him to the pier and he

Said he had an appointment in the roundhouse.

Any reason to believe he'd commit suicide?

CLAIRE: I didn't know him that well.

He was murdered.

Held under the water until he drowned.

There are bruises on his neck and shoulders.

Mrs. Hansen, who'd want to kill him?

I couldn't say.

My husband told me he was a defrocked monk, that he

Once encountered the devil.

Why'd he call you?

To warn me.

Against what?

I'm afraid you wouldn't understand.

LT. STERNE: Try.

Please try me.

He warned you against what?

Satan.

Who?

Satan.

Satan?

Ah... that'll be all, Mrs. Hansen.

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Really Mr. Sterne, is this necessary?

Know this man?

Never saw him before.

You can go, Mrs. Hansen.

Mr. Olivier, may I have you attention please?

Look.

See?

The same 666 was on Jim's scalp, the parking attendant.

Mrs. Hansen, I said you can go.

No smoking.

Sorry.

This man was murdered, like Jim.

Seems you have a double mystery on your hands.

Five.

You killed them all.

Must I listen to this?

No, sir.

You can go.

Thank you.

You know, you've got some kind of a fix on that guy.

He hasn't done a damn thing.

Only committed five murders.

DIETER: Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

That's only in your head.

No.

No, it's not just in my head.

I know.

I know where it is.

I know.

Now let me show you.

There now.

You see, Dieter?

That's World War I, 1914, a long, long time ago.

Now look over here.

Yes, over here.

That's the Franco Prussian War of 1870... 1870!

With Bismarck 1875!

Think of that, Dieter. And he...

- The same guy? - Yeah.

He hasn't aged a day in all those years.

This is what Weiss meant when he said look on the wall.

Let's shake something out that son of a bitch.

Go!

Let's go.

Something... Jesus.

You wait here.

[Music playing]

All right.

Ha ha.

God!

Come on!

Turn it off!

Come on.

[Grunting] Open.

Open!

Open!

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

Hey!

Hey, Sterne!

Hey Sterne!

[Grunting] Oh!

Oh!

Help!

[Grunting] I can't open it!

I can't open the goddamn door!

I...

[Music intensifies]

[Car horn honking]

Dieter!

Dieter!

Dieter!

[Explosion]

[Music playing]

[Tires squealing]

[Tires squealing]

[Olivier grunting]

Ah!

[Evil laughter]

He killed Jim!

Help me!

Come on, Ann!

No!

Snap out of it!

[Ann screaming]

CLAIRE: Quick!

Move!

Here... here, let me help.

I know how to kill him.

Pull him, quick!

Into the trunk.

Move!

[Ann screaming]

[Olivier breathing jaggedly]

[Grunting]

CLAIRE: Oh my god.

Let's go.

[Tires squealing]

[Dramatic music]

[Machines beeping and whirring]

[Olivier breathing heavily]

[Olivier coughing]

[OLIVIER BREATHING HEAVILY AND GRUNTING]

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

[Grunting]

[Ann vomiting]

[OLIVIER GROANING AND SHOUTING IN PAIN]

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

[Olivier grunting]

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

[Dramatic music continues]

[Moaning and shouting]

[Screaming]

[Music continues]

[Olivier grunting and growling]

[Screaming]

[Machine beeping incessantly]

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

[Claire continues screaming]

[Music crescendos]

[Creepy music and sound of wind]