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I found father Carlton
this morning.

He was taken to the hospital,
but he never regained consciousness.

Why was he here?

He had an appointment
with his eminence this afternoon.

Let's talk about our beliefs

and what we can learn
about them.

We believe...

Nature is solid
and time a constant.

Matter has substance
and time a direction.

There is truth in flesh, huh,
and the solid ground?

The wind may be invisible,
but it's real.

Smoke, fire, water, light...
They're different.

Not as to stone or steel,
but they're tangible.

And we assume time has an arrow
because it is as a clock.

One second is one second
for everyone.

Cause precedes effect.

Fruit rots,
water flows downstream,

we 're born, we age, we die.

The reverse never happens.

None of this is truth!

Say good-bye
to classical reality.

Because our logic collapses
on the subatomic level

into ghosts and shadows.

From job's friends insisting
that the good are rewarded

and the wicked punished,
to the scientists of the 19305

proving to their horror, the theorem
that not everything can be proved,

we've sought to impose order
on the universe.

But we've discovered something
very surprising.

While order does exist
in the universe,

it is not at all
what we had in mind.

Professor birack, in relativity,

geometry breaks down
on the cosmic scale

and in quantum physics,
logic breaks down

on the submicroscopic scale...

What's this?

I don't know.

Birack did that whole series of debates
on the BBC a few years ago.

Oh, with the English priest, right.

Maybe they're planning
another one.

He died before his appointment
with the cardinal.

But he left a diary.

You... you must help us.

Please.

The discovery of this supernova

has immense significance
to the scientific community.

Particles collected
date from precambrian times

before man walked on earth.

Light from the explosion
was hurled through space

at 186,000 miles per second,
and is just now reaching us

across the vast expanse
of the universe.

He was the guardian priest.

Apparently, he lived here
for over 30 years.

Once a week
he would venture out for food.

And every day...

He opened this door.

Built in the 15005

by arrangement
with the Spanish government.

Who knew about this?

Only the members
of this forgotten sect...

The brotherhood of sleep.

There was a vow of silence.

Even their very existence
was kept from the Holy See.

The Vatican didn't know?

The guardian priest
would keep the secret.

And before he died
would pass it on to another.

The sect had enormous
power and authority.

Their actions were
never questioned.

Latin.

Some of it's in Latin.

Some in coptic.

Greek.

Numbers.

It's not easy to decipher.

The original text has been distorted
over the years.

- Distorted?
- Rewritten.

Writing upon writing
sometimes two or three times.

And improperly erased.

You can still see
the old writing underneath.

What is it?

A secret that can
no longer be kept.

Do you feel it?

Yes, s... something.

It was never here before.

It started a month ago.

What started?

A change in the earth...

And the sky.

His power.

- I don't get it.
- What don't you get?

The whole thing,
it doesn't make sense.

It violates common sense,
that's the whole point.

That's what Einstein
couldn't accept.

I can't accept it either.

Do you know anything
about spontaneous human combustion?

Walter, come on.

- There's schrodinger's cat.
- I know, I know.

So what's the point?

The point is until the cat
is observed by someone

he's not in any definite state,
either alive or dead.

He's in a wave superposition state,
both dead and alive at the same time.

Huh?

Okay, only when we open the box
and observe the cat

does he materialize into reality,
either dead or alive.

But it doesn't make sense.

That is the entire
complete point.

It doesn't make
any common sense.

Our common sense breaks down
on a subatomic level.

Why do I want a phd in this?

Particle beam weapons,
research grants.

A millionaire when I'm 40,
now I remember.

- You're really gonna like this.
- Class cancelled?

"Will the following students
please see professor birack."

- Shit, there I am.
- Yeah, me too.

No, all of us.

And we heard birack wants us
to cancel our plans for the weekend.

- What?
- That's not all.

A couple of biochemistry's finest
are coming with us.

- And someone to translate Latin.
- Coming with us where?

I'm gonna have to pull
some strings here.

This is just not gonna happen!

I have serious plans
for the weekend!

Four o'clock, Walter,
birack's office.

Oh, I gotta ditch pagles again,
he's not going to like it.

Sleep with him, get an a.

So, what about your plans?

- I was gonna study, actually.
- Yeah, me too.

I'm Brian marsh, by the way,

since we're spending
the weekend together.

Yeah, I know.

Catherine Danforth.

I know.

So, where did you transfer from?

Kneale... theoretical physics.

I came here to study with birack.

You're applied physics, right?

Well, so, why are you taking
birack for theory?

I want to know
what the math means.

Birack's ruthless.
He wants philosophers, not scientists.

Well, I've read his books,
he's a brilliant man.

Just when I think I've got it,
visualized it,

it just all goes away.

I start seeing old-fashioned
classical reality again.

I want the clockwork back.

I want to put it all
into a little box,

but whenever I try,
it just, um, slithers out.

Some things aren't changed
by quantum physics, though.

Such as?

Well, for instance...

Every theoretical physicist I know

wonders why it is that no one
who looks like you

ever seems to settle down
in our end of the building.

That's not true and that's
an extremely sexist thing to say.

Confirmed sexist
and proud of it.

Hey... I was just joking.

What happened?

You talk numbers,
you get romantic.

You talk people, you clam up.

Just a little miscue,
that's all.

It's not your fault.

I'm sorry.

- I'll see you later.
- Wait.

This conversation isn't
what I had in mind.

Can we start over?

- Okay.
- Okay.

I was hoping that you would need
some help with your theory

and that maybe
we could discuss it over...

Over dinner or something?

Well, I suppose something
could be arranged.

There are other things that
I need help with...

Over dinner.

I have volunteered our services
to the archdiocese.

Each of you is
a competent physicist,

even though you don't have
a degree to prove it.

And participating
in this examination

will greatly improve
your classroom averages, I might add.

You'll plan to take
your meals there.

We'll bring cots to sleep on.

There are other departments
joining us.

Excuse me, sir,
is there some reason

why you're not telling us
what we're gonna be doing?

In time.

It's your disbelief
that powers him.

Your stubborn faith in...
In common sense

that allows his deception.

He lives
in the smallest parts of it.

In the atoms.

Smaller.

Invisible.

He lives in all of it.

In the sum of its parts.

We must translate this book.

You must prove it scientifically.

Convince the outside world.

The outside world doesn't want
to hear this kind of bullshit.

Just keep it locked away.

You've already managed that
for 2,000 years.

No prison can hold him now.

It's getting cold out here.

I thought this was supposed
to be California.

Did you have
a class tonight or...

- Library.
- Oh.

Actually, I was hoping you'd have
a cup of coffee with me again.

This is startin'
to become a habit.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Good morning.

Thank you.

- We didn't get much sleep.
- Mmm.

Who needs sleep?

We do, today's Friday.

Can I tell you something?

- Oh, please don't.
- I want to.

Tell me next time.

If there is one.

Or the time after that.

Or... two years from now.

Who was he,

the one who gave you
such a high opinion of men?

I wouldn't like it if either of us
jumped to conclusions.

How do you know I was gonna say
what you think I was gonna say?

Because if you don't...

I don't wanna know.

Oh, please don't tell me.

This place gives me the creeps.

It was abandoned.

Hm, I never would have guessed.

No, I hear it used
to be a beautiful church.

- When?
- In the 1950s.

My husband's parents
used to come here.

And then for some reason
it was closed down.

- Well.
- Yeah.

Hmm.

Hi, I'm, uh, leahy,
I'm looking for birack.

Hi, yeah, Brian marsh,
uh, he's over in... there he is.

Ah, thanks.

- Professor birack.
- Yes.

- Hi, I'm Paul leahy.
- Oh, Dr. Leahy.

I'm glad you could come, yes.

Well, now, all I really know
about what's going on here

is what one of your students
told me on the telephone.

Oh, yeah, we're just
getting organized.

- Uh huh.
- If you have some equipment,

- find a spot over there.
- All right.

We're making this
the central lab.

Oh, sure.

Well, what are we,
uh, actually doing here?

You're the only one with any brains
gettin' outta here tonight.

Well, I gotta cover for leahy
over the weekend.

Extra credit seminar... wow.

Oh, hi, frank.

Don't leave.

Excuse me, I have to set up.

- Hello.

Frankie, who's that?

Susan cabot...
Radiologist, married.

Ah, how married?

- Very.
- Oh.

- Hi, doc.
- Hi, I'll be working upstairs.

I want you to set up
the basic panel down here.

Right, uh, what are
you supposed to be testing?

I don't know.

Compounds, basic structures?

When I know, you'll know.

- Hi, I'm leahy.
- Hi.

- Great.
- Science marches on.

- Need any help?
- No, I'm okay.

There better be a diploma in my mailbox
when I get home on Monday.

Oh, thank you.

I really can't believe
this is happening.

I had a date tonight
with this beautiful

young trial attorney
from century city.

Where were you taking him?

Please, it isn't funny!

What are they doing?

They're watching us.

They started comin' around
when I got here

at nine o'clock this morning.

I'm calder, microbiology.

- Hi, Brian marsh.
- Walter...

- Nice to meet you... Lomax.
- How you doin'?

So, anybody know what
this whole deal's about yet?

- Not a clue.
- Nobody's got a clue.

I'm getting my doctorate
in theology.

Analysis of ancient scriptures.

This shouldn't be too difficult.

Except for the numbers.

It's so wonderful
what you're doing, father.

Opening the church again.

Are you all right?

We're ready.

He's gaining strength.

I can feel it

all around us now.

So, what's goin' on?

Somethin' downstairs.

Oh, yeah, what?

I hate to tell you guys,
but this is real bullshit.

I know there's a reason why
nobody's opened this thing yet, right?

Let me have your pen
for a second.

Is this some kind of toxic crap?

Could be.

Okay, but I still don't understand why
we're not taking direct samples.

I mean, what's the big mystery?

Catherine's entering
these equations upstairs.

They're translated from Latin.

Differential equations?

From a book written
2,000 years ago.

We hadn't invented
differential equations.

Right.

Professor birack, I don't think
we have too much to worry about.

The lid on that thing won't open.

Look, it's incredibly elaborate.

Right here there's a...
There's a weird locking mechanism.

Looks like it could only
be opened from the inside.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

I'm going back.

Look at this.

Now, a friend of mine at ucla
did a study of chronic schizophrenics.

They're supposed
to have stereotype routines

that they repeat
every 20 minutes or so.

You know, like a stuck record
in their brains

repeating the same phrase
over and over?

Well, I have been watching them
on and off all day

and they don't seem
to be making any movements.

They just stand there.

With those kinds of problems,

I say let 'em stand there
if they want to.

- Oh.
- You okay?

Yeah, I bumped into something
this afternoon.

- It's starting to hurt.
- Probably nerves.

It's a bruise, Walter,
you don't bruise from nerves.

I used to break out when
I was twelve.

Doctor said it was
homosexual panic.

I'll see you Monday morning.

- Well, you got anything for me?
- No, I'm afraid not.

I'm guessing, uh, on the acidity
based upon the corrosion sample.

- The figures you gave me?
- Yeah.

Well, they can't be that high.

Well, I know,
but you asked me to guess.

- All right, get outta here.
- All right, good night, sir.

Hey, what's with the "sir" business?

Okay, good night, uh, sir, doc.

Better.

A lot better.

My god.

Hey, look,

- can I talk to you for a minute?
- Yes.

Nobody's really saying much
of anything here.

I mean, we're still putting together
the first round of tests.

And nobody's really stopped
since we got here.

Get to the point.

Nothing... anywhere ever is supposed
to be able to do what it is doing.

Now, settle down now.

Go back to work.

A life form is growing
out of prebiotic fluid.

It's not winding down
into disorder, it's self-organizing.

It's becoming something... what?

I mean, animal, a disease... what?

The hardest thing to hear
for any of us

is something we don't
agree with.

"I saw a star fall from heaven
unto the bottomless pit.

And he was cast out
as water from the flood."

This is crazy.

- Man.
- Hadn't you seen it yet?

No, for the last four hours
I've been carbon dating

the corrosion on the lid there.

We're talkin'
about seven million years.

- What?
- Yeah.

I'm goin' topside.

Want me to wait for you?

Uh, no, unh-uh, go on.

This whole section's
a kind of history.

Part of it was indecipherable,

as if someone were deliberately
trying to erase it.

I managed to piece together
most of it.

Okay, it kind of starts here.

The container was buried
somewhere in the middle east

eons ago by,
it gets a little wild here,

the father of Satan,

a god who once walked
the earth before man

that was somehow banished
to the dark side.

Apparently the father buried his son
inside the container.

This was the section
someone was trying to erase.

Now, later on here,
Christ comes to warn us.

He was of extraterrestrial
ancestry,

but a human-like race.

Finally, they determined
Christ is crazy.

But he's also gaining power,

converting a lot of people
to his beliefs.

So, they kill him.

But his disciples keep the secret
and hide it from civilization

until man could develop a science
sophisticated enough

to prove what Christ was saying.

Something like this can
really fuck up your weekend.

How did the Roman
catholic church

manage to keep this
a secret for 2,000 years?

Apparently a decision was made
to characterize pure evil

as a spiritual force.

Evil within the darkness
in the hearts of men.

That was more convenient.

In that way, man remained
at the center of things.

A stupid lie,
we were salesmen, that's all.

We sold our... product

to those who didn't have it.

And a new life.

Reward ourselves,
punish our enemies,

so we can live with our truth.

Substance.

Malevolence.

That was the truth.

Asleep... until now.

Help me break this up,
the others shouldn't hear this.

Faith is a hard thing
to come by these days.

Look at this.

That thing down there just directed
a fairly sizable burst of energy.

Directed?

In a straight line.

With a precision
of less than a millisecond.

Everybody's acting like we should
really be taking this seriously.

You two aren't taking
this seriously, are you?

What are we supposed to do?

Just go back to work?

What would you rather have,
a wreath of garlic, a benediction?

A crucifix?

Then it really is old scratch
knockin' at the door.

A few minutes ago,
a vibration was triggered

in the metal
on that thing downstairs.

A strong one.

Some kind of kinetic emission
came out of it.

Now, if it can transmit
a signal strong enough,

it can move other objects
instantaneously across a distance

without outside intervention.

Psychokinesis.

Mind-directed energy.

Don't tell the others yet.

Why not?

They have a right to know that this...
That it... it's conscious.

Not until you prove
that it wasn't something else...

A power surge or a draft of air.

All right.

You missed
the big history lesson.

You're not gonna believe
what's been going on up here.

Want one?

Anyone ever tell you
that you could pass for Asian?

Whew.

What was that all about?

No sense of humor.

- Have you seen Susan?
- Who?

- Radiologist, glasses...
- Oh yeah, she's right outside.

Where?

She was there.

I think somebody
ought to tell her.

Look, am I crazy or are we stroking
ourselves heavily here?

Thank you for taking the time
to share your thoughts.

Susan?

There's more to it.

Some kind of power,

directed outward.

A controlled force.

What's it doing?

Reaching out.

Influencing.

Changing things.

Moving objects by thought.

Extraordinary intervention.

An intelligent cause
other than man.

Susan?

Hello?

Suppose".
What your faith has said

was essentially correct.

Suppose there is a universal mind
controlling everything.

A god willing the behavior
of every subatomic particle.

Now, every particle has
an antiparticle.

Its mirror image.

Its negative side.

Maybe this universal mind

resides in the mirror image,
instead of in our universe,

as we wanted to believe.

Maybe he's anti-god,

bringing darkness
instead of light.

Why weren't we told the truth?

Without the technology to confirm,

it would have been another legend.

But he was our prisoner,
not yours!

We had a responsibility

to warn the rest of the world!

Only the corrupt
are listened to now.

And they tell us
what we want to hear.

We believe it to be divine light.

It just got colder in here.

I know.

Suddenly, as if...

As if something mov...

Moved through the room.

Listen, do you realize
what's going on up there?

We are on the brink
of the ultimate truth!

Oh, this priest is a real case.

He is looney tunes.

And I'm beginning to wonder
about birack too.

I'm going back.

- Come on, calder.
- Come on, frank!

You're out of your minds!

This is a joke!

This is caca!

Come on!

Caca.

Yeahh!

Uh, shit.

Hello.

Where's wyndham?

Uh, he left.

When?

Oh, about 20 minutes ago.

We tried to talk him
out of it, but, uh...

Has anyone seen Susan?

- Who?
- The radiologist.

Glasses.

Well, maybe she left too.

Maybe they both had
the right idea.

This is not a dream,
not a dream.

We are using your brain's
electrical system as a receiver.

We are unable to transmit
through conscious neural interference.

You are receiving
this broadcast as a dream.

We are transmitting
from the year 1-9...

Uh!

- Walter.
- What?

- Have you seen mullins?
- What?

- Susan?

- Who?
- Radiologist, glasses.

Come on, man, I was asleep.

We can't find them.

And wyndham's left.

A couple of the others are
talking about leaving.

We're gonna have a meeting
in the lab in half an hour.

- Mullins left?
- I don't know.

I'm gonna go downstairs
and look for him.

Well, since I'm up now.

If I don't come back
you can have my Porsche.

You are receiving this broadcast

in order to alter the events
you are seeing.

Our technology has now developed
a transmitter strong enough

to reach your conscious state
of awareness.

Uh!

What were you dreaming?

Your kingdom, father,
does not include my unconscious.

It's mine.

I may abuse it any way I wish,

without having
to confess what's in it.

Something I haven't told you.

The brotherhood of sleep...

Anyone in close proximity
has the same dream.

The one you had just now.

Excuse me, but I...

The guardian priests had
the dream for years.

What does it mean?

A premonition.

The dream evolves, unfolds.

We shall start to have it
every time we go to sleep.

As if it's pushing
everything else out.

Making room for itself.

Mullins?

Do you think he really
just took off?

I mean, like he was actually believing
this whole business?

Why is everybody looking
at me that way?

'Cause you're being assholish.

Well, it's very assholish
of you to say so.

Look, mullins is probably
off asleep some place.

Or he's boffing the radiologist.

I hope he's getting laid.

I hope they're both on their way
to a nice Chinese restaurant.

How can you keep
working like this?

It's 3:30.
No wonder I'm so tired.

I keep getting these figures
in the computer,

but they're not
making any sense.

I stopped making sense
about 15 minutes ago.

No, I mean these equations
are beyond me now.

They're like another language.

Mmm.

Uh, go get some sleep,
I'll wake you in a half an hour.

- Oh, 45 minutes?
- Okay.

Ahh.

Hey, are you okay?

Numb.

I know what you mean.

I just want to go home, pretend none
of this is really happening.

Ohh.

What's that?

Huh?

Oh, it's just a bruise
I got somehow.

Oh.

Finally stopped hurting.

Almost looks like
a figure of some kind.

You know, I gotta close my eyes.

- Okay, I'll wake you.
- Thanks.

Hello.

I'm opening the door
if you want to stop what you're doing

and put your clothes on.

Big doings in the lab tonight.

There's a meeting.

Oh, give me just 15 minutes.

- You want me to come back?
- Later.

Ohh.

- Any luck?
- Can't find anybody.

I'm going up to the lab.

Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.

We're having
a meeting in the lab.

Lisa.

Mona Lisa?

Lisa?

This whole building is gonna have
to be encased in concrete.

No way, a building this size?

I say we launch the fucker
into space.

I'm... I'm hearing something.

Where are the others?

I think they've left.

Kelly's asleep,
I didn't want to wake her up.

I'm asking you to stay.

The work that we do
in the next 48 hours is critical.

How many of you
have fallen asleep tonight?

Come on, please tell me.

Come on, please!

You dreamed.

You dreamed about the front
of this church.

About a... a dark figure coming out.

Didn't you...

Didn't you feel it?

Not like a dream.

Like something else.

Here.

I had the dream too.

This image of something that didn't
seem to belong to my subconscious.

Almost as if I were watching
something prerecorded.

Tachyons?

One possibility.

What's that?

It's a Greek word.

It means, "swift one."

So, what is the dream, huh?

Precognition?

Previous knowledge
of a future event?

A shared vision of something
that is yet to occur?

Caused by that thing downstairs?

Perhaps not.

Tachyon is a subatomic particle
that travels faster than light.

Supposing it isn't a dream?

Supposing it's a message?

What if these dreams,
premonitions, omens...

What if they're really
visual messages

sent by other human beings?

Photographs, video signals.

From where?

The future.

Anything travelling faster
than the speed of light

would appear to be going
backward in time.

A future scientist
calculates the exact spot

that the earth occupied
in space in the past,

given trajectory and speed.

He then beams
a tachyon signal at that spot,

transmitting video information
backwards through time.

For us to receive
as electrical impulses.

Neural stimulus.

- Man, oh, man.
- For what purpose?

Could be a warning

to show us
what's going to happen.

A sort of...

Remote camera view
of the future.

So that we can change it.

Someone has finally
shown up to tell us.

I think it's time we stood up
for what we are.

I think there's something
wrong with this.

I'm not getting anything now.

They've gone dead.

Maybe the generator's failed.

No, it looks more like
the units downstairs have been cut off.

Hello? Hello?

Hey, wyndham!

Hello? Hello?

Come here, look at this.

I've got a message for you

and you're not going to like it.

Look at his chest.

Pray for death.

Jesus Christ!

J“ amazing grace j“

j“ how sweet the sound j'

j“ that saved a wretch j“

calder?

J“ like me j'

J' but now I'm... j“

Calder, no!

Ego...

Te absolve in nomine patris.

Et fillie...

Kelly?

Hey, hey, you guys.

- They cut the...
- That's all blocked away there.

What the hell is happening here?

The back doors are blocked!

- You okay?
- No.

Check the windows?

Uh!

What's going on here?

It's in here,
don't come in here!

Go, go, go!

Lock the door!

Come on, get this over here!

The sun's coming up.

Normally, I love being
dominated by women.

Lisa, I'm sorry
about what I said before.

You don't look Asian at all.

Shit.

I thought I heard Walter.

Walter?

Walter!

What the fuck do you want?

Where are you?

If I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.

Hey, can you dig through
and get me outta here?

I don't know,
the wall's pretty thick.

Are you all right?

Well, that's a relative thing
right now, but yeah.

Wait a second.

They're just standing there outside,
not trying to get in.

They've stopped attacking,
for some reason.

Hey, Walter,
where are you exactly?

I'm in this closet.

Hey, I think we can get
through with this.

It's gonna take a while.

Walter, we're gonna try
and dig through!

How long will it take?

A couple hours.

Oh, great, I'll tell you what,
I'll hang out here anyway.

Well, get ready to pull me back.

Ooh!

Get up here.

Come on, Brian,
come on, Brian, come on!

- Come on, let's go!
- Get up!

Come on, hurry up!
Come on, come on!

- Hurry.
- Come on, Brian, come on!

You guys seen
any movies you like?

All right.

A Jewish mother goes to the airport
to meet her daughter.

The daughter steps off the plane
with an eight-foot-tall zulu warrior

with a bone through his nose.

The mother screams,
"you fool, I said a rich doctor!"

Not a dream.

We are using your brain's
electrical system as a receiver.

We are unable to transmit
through conscious neural interference.

You are receiving
this broadcast as a dream.

We are transmitting
from the year 1-9-9...

We can try the hallway
after it gets dark.

If I can make my way up front,
I could break some windows,

call for help.

No one out there can help us.

The other morning you said
that you had something to tell me.

Well, you probably...

Think that none of that
matters now.

But you're wrong.

It's the only thing that does.

Worker ants...
Driven to a higher purpose

unknown to the individual.

Street people, our colleagues...
All controlled.

- Demonic possession?
- Ofa kind.

Not what we would expect, though.
Never that.

Why would he need us?

The book says,
"his purpose is to bring

the father back
from the dark side."

Wherever that is.

There could be a limit
as to what he can do, you know,

as a volume of liquid.

He controls
simple organisms easily.

But maybe he needs something more
complex to complete a life cycle.

A host in which to live.

Hello?

Hello.

Walter?

It's Kelly, she's changing again.

The swelling's gone down,

as if the liquid was absorbed
into her system.

I can see tissue
changes on her face.

Also, I think her bone structure
is changing.

Maybe this is the only way
he could actualize his power.

A parasite growing into its host.

This could be some kind
of gestation period.

I know I'd seen it before.

Kelly had a Mark.

It was a bruise,
almost like a figure.

I saw it in a history book.

The astrologer's staff used
in ritual magic in the middle ages?

- The Mark was on her?
- Yes.

As if she were chosen.

Walter!

- What?
- Keep watching her closely.

Anything you see, tell us!

I have to go to the bathroom.

God and father

of our lord,

Jesus Christ.

I appeal to your holy name...

Humbly begging that you...

Will Grant us help...

Against this...

Unclean...

Spirit.

Thou...

Tormenting these creatures...

Of yours.

Through Jesus Christ our lord.

Hah!

Look down..

Upon these thy servants,

caught in the coils of...

Where are you?

Christ.

Where are you?

Holy shit!

Get me the hell out of here!

Help me!
Help me get out of here!

They're gonna kill me!
I don't want to die!

Help me! Help!

- What are you doing?
- Lomax, get behind the door.

You're out of your head, Brian!

Get behind the door
when I'm in the hall!

Oh, god, help!

Help me!

Hah!

Hey.

Ahh!

Come on!

Come on in!

It's not working.

Father.

Father.

Uh!

I could... I could.

Unclean spirit...

Uh!

Father,

come to freedom.

We stopped it.

We stopped it here.

Through the grace of god,

I stopped it.

The future conjured up by that...

That vile serpent...

Will not happen now.

The smaller parts could not live

without the strength
of the whole.

They had to die.

To fade away as the whole was
thrown back and repelled.

We're safe,

but he's waiting
on the other side.

She died for us.

This is not a dream.

Not a dream.

We are using your brain's
electrical system as a receiver.

We are unable to transmit
through conscious neural interference.

You are receiving
this broadcast as a dream.

We are transmitting
from the year 1-9-9-9.

You are receiving this broadcast

in order to alter the events
you are seeing.

Our technology has now
developed a transmitter

strong enough to reach
your conscious state of awareness.

But this is not a dream.

You are seeing what is an actual
occurring phenomenon

for purpose of causality violation.

Oh!