All language subtitles for Midnight.1982.BluRay.Severin.Eng.23976-MaG

- Hurry up!

I think her heel's caught in a trap!

Hon, don't be afraid.
I'm right behind you.

- I said the prayers that helped catch it.

- Look's like Jimmy Peterson's sister.

But it ain't. It's a
demon, ain't it, Mama?

- They can look like anything they want.

Hit it, Luke.

Is it a demon for sure?

- Yes! Hit it!

Hit it!

You did real good.

Now let's drag it back to the house

and give it the last rites.

- Why did it look like
Jimmy Peterson's sister?

- I told you they could take
any form they wanted to.

A rabbit, a possum,

even a human being.

It's up to us not to be taken in.

If they're sent to us,
we've got to destroy them!

Otherwise, this family
can fall under a spell.

All right, Cynthia. It's midnight.

Time to begin.

Do it the way I taught you.

- Oh, mighty lord Satan,

we ask thee to help us in the
destruction of our enemies,

as you have done for us today.

We pledge ourselves to thee

and may we continue to
be thy faithful servants.

Whomsoever you send to us

we shall destroy, knowing it is thy will.

Amen.

- Now, Cynthia! Now!

Oh, mighty lord Satan,

we worship you with all our hearts

and humbly commit to your
desires and commandments.

We believe with everlasting commission

that you are our creator, our benefactor,

our lord and master.

We renounce Jehovah, Jesus
Christ and all their works

and we declare to you, lord and savior,

that we have no other wish

but to belong to you for all eternity.

- Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been two years since
my last good confession.

You say it's been two years

since your last good confession?

- Yes, Father.

Let me get this straight.

Do you mean to tell me that
during the past two years

you haven't been to confession,

or do you mean you made bad
confessions during this time?

- I made bad confessions,
Father. 10 of them.

How do you mean they were bad?

Did you fail to tell some
sin you were guilty of?

- Yes, Father.

Why in the
world did you do that?

- I don't know, Father.

I was afraid.

What sin
were you afraid to tell?

Having carnal relations
with my boyfriend, Father.

I see. Is he a Catholic?

- He was, Father. But we broke up.

It was
undoubtedly the best thing

that could have happened.

You were living in sin with
him, do you realize that?

- Yes, Father.

You have committed
the grievous sin of sacrilege

by making false confessions.

This is one of the most awful
sins a Catholic can commit.

Do you realize you can
burn in hell forever

for this one sin?

Do you understand that, for two years,

the power of sanctifying grace
was absent from your soul?

If you had died at any time
during those two years,

you would, right at this
instant, be burning in hell.

Your immortal soul would
have descended directly

into the arms of Satan.

- I know, Father. And I am sorry.

You had better be sorry.

Now make a good Act of Contrition.

- Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry

for having offended thee

and I renounce all my sins
because I dread the loss

of heaven and the pains of hell.

But most of all, I renounce
them because they offend thee,

my God, who are all good and
deserving of all my love.

I firmly resolve, with
the help of thy grace,

to confess my sins, to do penance

and to amend my life.

Amen.

You're tuned to Ken
Perry, afternoon show, FM radio.

- He did? Oh, Patty,
I'm so happy for you.

I knew Bob would get up
the nerve to ask you out.

Well, I saw the way he kept
staring at you in homeroom.

He's so shy.

I bet the two of you
will hit it right off.

I'm waiting for my
stepfather to get home

so I can have the car.

Yeah, he's working night shift,

but he said I could have
the car to go to the mall.

Oh, he'll let me have it, all right,

if he doesn't wreck it on the way home.

Yeah, he's been drinking
like a fish again,

driving my mother crazy.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, hang on a minute, Patty.

I think I hear my stepfather at the door.

Okay? Mm-hmm.

Hello, Daddy.

- Good morning, sweetheart.

How about a big kiss for me, huh?

- Daddy!

- Hey, you don't have to
call me Daddy all the time.

I'm just your stepfather.
We both know that.

Nothing wrong with a
little smooch now and then.

Hey, where's your mother?

- She went to the beauty parlor

to get her hair done, remember?

- Wait. Hold on.

- Hey, Dad, you said I could
have the car to go shopping.

Can I?

Sure. Sure
you can have the car.

Now how about a big hug
and kiss for me, huh?

- Oh, Daddy, you're hurting me!

Please, let me go! My
girlfriend Patty's on the phone.

She's waiting for me to
get back on the line.

I told her you were at the door.

Hello, Patty. I'm back.

Patty, are you there?

Darn it! Why did she have to hang up?

- Nancy.

Hey, come on now, baby.

What's the matter with you?

We're all alone.

Nobody home but us.

Why don't you loosen up a little bit?

Show old Bert a little of that loving

he don't get from your mother.

- Daddy, leave me alone.

- Come on, baby.

Hey, listen, let me just
see what you look like

without your clothes on.

I won't lay a hand on you, I promise you.

We don't have to go any
further than just looking.

Unless you change your mind and
you wanna...

- Are you out of your mind? You're drunk.

You don't know what you're
saying. You're my stepfather!

Now get out of my room right now

or I'm gonna tell my
mother when she comes home!

I know you have to put up a
show of resistance.

But you don't fool me.

I know you're no virgin.

I heard you one night on the
back porch with your boyfriend.

One thing for sure, you're
not as frigid as your mother!

- Now get out of my room.

- Now how you gonna act, huh?

- Daddy, stop it.

- Why don't you just relax

and let Daddy make you feel good, huh?

- Daddy, please!

- Ain't that good, honey? Huh?

- How far you going, honey?

- California.

- That's quite a long trip.

What would you do for me

if I take you as far
as 600 miles of it?

What do you mean?

- Don't play coy with me, young stuff.

I'll make it simple for you.

300 miles, then we share a motel room.

Tomorrow, another 300
miles, another motel room.

And we kiss each other
good-bye in the morning

with no hard feelings.

That way, your conscience is
clear, you've paid your way.

- Hey, Hank, I wouldn't
mind picking her up.

We're just a couple minutes
too late though, huh?

- Yeah, good thing, too.
Obviously she's jail bait.

- You think so?

I wonder where she's headed.

- Dream on. You're
never going to find out.

She's gonna jump into that
cat's car and be long gone.

- I'm only going as far as Detroit.

You headed for L.A. or Frisco?

Hey, that girl's still back there.

Looks like her and that
guy are having some kind

of an argument or something.

- Look, I'm telling you
one more time, mister,

you get out of here or
I'm gonna call the cops.

As a matter of fact, my
stepfather is on the police force.

- You smart young slut.

- Hey, that guy didn't pick her up.

I'm gonna go get her, Hank.

- For Christ sake, forget it, Tom.

They'll be plenty of chicks
in Lauderdale.

We're liable to get her in here with us

and then she'll tear up on her blouse

and threaten to yell
rape to the nearest cop.

Unless we give up all the
money we got in our pockets.

- She wouldn't get much.

She's probably just a nice
young girl who needs a lift.

Wise up white boy.

Most of the time,

if a good-looker like that has
to go begging for something

it means she's in some kind of trouble.

Either that, or she is trouble.

Why do you wanna mess
up a good vacation?

If we don't pick her up,

she's liable to be
picked up by some creep.

I'm going back for her.

All right. You're the driver.

But I sure hope you ain't
doin' something dumb.

Cool it, Hank.

Hi. Do you need a lift?

- Didn't you just go
around the block before?

- Yeah, I was gonna pick
you up the first time.

But I figure you had
your problem solved.

- Oh! I'd have my
problems solved for good.

All I had to do was let that
man take me to a motel room.

Is that what you're after too?

- I told you, Tom! The
chick's nothing but trouble.

- Shut up. We can all
reach an understanding.

Me and Hank, we're not creeps.

We give you a ride, you
don't owe us anything.

I just don't want you to get picked up

by some lunatic, that's all.

We're headed down to Lauderdale.

- I wanted to go to my
sister's place in California.

- Kids'll be going back to
college to finish out the term.

A good many of them make
the Lauderdale scene

from schools in the Midwest and so on.

You'd be able to check out
a ride on a personal level,

make sure it's somebody safe.

- Well...
- Come on!

- Hi, honey.

- Burt, what happened to your forehead?

- Oh, I, I got a little
bruise locking up a drunk.

- Where's Nancy?

I had the impression that she wanted

to take your car to the mall today.

- Far as I'm concerned,
she did go to the mall.

She wasn't here when I got home.

One of her girlfriends must
have picked her up early.

Honey, you got a cup of coffee for me?

Sure, dear.

Go in and sit down.
I'll bring it in to you.

She probably went with Patty.

She's not dating anyone new, is she?

- How would I know, Harriet?

I can't keep track of that wild
crowd she hangs around with.

- Oh, I don't think
they're particularly wild.

They're a lot nicer than most
teenagers are these days.

- Hmm. That's what you think.

- Now what's that supposed to mean?

- Don't worry. They know
what it's all about.

I could tell you a few things.

Well, tell me. If it's
something I ought to know.

- Well, it's just that
Nancy's not everything

you think she is.

- I think you'd better explain yourself.

- Well, I've been debating
in my mind for some time now

whether I should say anything

but, well, I guess it's
best that you know.

She pretends to be so sweet and innocent

whenever you're around.

But it's just an act.

She was flaunting her little body at me.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you know.

Rubbing up against me
whenever she gets an excuse.

God knows, I've tried to avoid her.

I'll be darned if I know what her game is.

Sometimes I think she's
trying to break you and me up.

- Burt, are you saying that
Nancy tried to seduce you?

- Oh, I don't think she'd
ever wanna go that far.

But, well, let's say she's
trying to test her sex appeal

in a juvenile way.

Mind you, I have no doubt
she's still a virgin.

- Well, I happen to know that she's not.

She was pretty broken-hearted
when her boyfriend dumped her.

And I heard a conversation
the other night

that made it pretty clear

that they'd been sleeping together.

Well, Nancy won't confide in me.

I, I just have to find out
everything accidentally.

- You know what I think, honey?

I think she just resents the fact

that I'm not her real father.

That's why I've been hitting
the bottle again lately.

Till now, I haven't been
able to bring myself

to tell you how she's been acting.

Such a terrible thing
to have to face up to.

So I've been carrying it on my shoulders,

to shield you from it.

- Burt, you and I haven't
been very close lately.

Could it be

because of what you've been
going through with Nancy?

- But of course, honey. What do you think?

I love you and I don't wanna lose you.

And I've been afraid
Nancy'd come to you

with some wild story about me.

That's why I wanted you to
hear my side of it first,

so nothing could ever come between us.

I, I know we have to give
Nancy love and understanding,

but the important thing is, darling,

for you and me to stick together.

Terry's already gone off to California,

and I suppose, before long,
Nancy'll go off on her own too.

We won't have anybody
but each other to lean on

in our old age, dear.

- Hi. Wanna fill it up?

- Okay. You have a men's room?

- Yeah, it's around there.
It's unlocked.

- You want a potato chip, Hank?

No.

- You sure?
- I don't want any.

You know, uh,
when we get to Lauderdale,

I hope you aren't figuring

on hanging around with Tom and me,

making a pest of yourself.

- Don't worry. I can make my own friends.

I think you better have
a little talk with Tom.

I don't think he feels the
same way about me as you do.

- I don't have anything against you.

- I mean, it's nothing personal,

but this trip was supposed
to be mine and Tom's.

- Yeah.

- Pardon me, young man.
Is that your van?

- No, it's not mine.

It's my friend's.

- I'm Reverend Carrington,

pastor of the First Baptist Church.

This is my daughter, Sandra,

home from college for the holiday.

The bus from Perryville let
us off at the crossroad.

It's still a long way home for
us if we walk it, 10 miles.

- What are you majoring in, Sandra?

- Education.

- Gonna be a teacher, huh?

- I hope so.

- You seem to be headed in our direction.

Do you mind if we ride
with you a short piece?

Believe me, I hate to be so forward.

You two fellas are strangers
and don't owe us anything.

Truth is, I don't mind walking 10 miles.

But I'm scared to be out all alone

on those back roads with my daughter.

It's too dangerous.

There's been a half a dozen
people found dead around here

just in the past couple of years

since I came here to preach.

Some look like accidents,
some, obviously murdered.

A man and wife in my own
congregation was found burnt

to death in their cottage.

The sheriff ruled accident,
but that don't explain

why a half-empty can of gasoline

was found back in the woods.

Some of the lawmen around here

don't feel too particularly
about anybody who isn't white.

- Watch your mouth, preacher.

That'll be $20.
Your tank was bone dry.

Real friendly guy, ain't he?

- Will you let us ride with you?

- Sure, it's no problem.

Maybe you can point out a good
place for us to make camp.

- Lord have mercy if you
decide to camp out around here.

Didn't you hear me say some
people have been murdered?

Why don't you let me
put you up at our place?

- We're much obliged, sir,

but we'd rather camp out
under the stars.

It was very nice

of those young people to give us a ride.

- I hope they listen to what you told them

and don't go camping out around here.

Why don't we go to the house first, rest,

get something to eat,

and then you can visit the grave later.

- No, I'd rather do it now.

And it won't hurt for you to come along.

When was the last time you prayed

for your mother's immortal soul?

I pray for
her every night, Daddy.

And nothin' in the Bible
says I have to do it

beside her tombstone.

Watch your mouth, girl.

While you live under my roof

you'll treat my beliefs with respect.

And you'll respect your
mother's blessed memory.

- I finished my prayer, Daddy.

I'm going to the house and
make some tea and sandwiches.

I'll take the suitcase.

- It's been lazy all summer long.

- Hi, can I have a
six-pack of Pabst, please?

- Hey, you a stranger in town?

- What you doin' in here?
- What is this?

Say, boy, what you doin' in here?

Boy, what are you doin' in here.

You in the wrong place, brother.

Better get that black samba out.

We have one of over here.

- Hey, Annie. We don't
serve any people like that.

It's all right for you.
- Take him outta here.

Take your boy along with you.

Hit the road.

- You better watch it.
- Yeah, all right.

I'm looking on you, black boy.

- I got your boy...
- Look here!

- Hey, you two! You two!

You, you.

Get over here.

Now! Now, move it.

Hey, Bobby-Jo,

I thought you wanted to
do some coon huntin'.

- Which one of you owns this van?

- I do.

- Okay, take your
six-pack, get in the van,

get out of town, now!

- You heard the man. Move it!
- Come on, let's go! Let's go!

We don't need
your kind around here.

We don't need you.

- Hank, move it.
- Move your white trash.

Let's go!

We don't need you.

That's all we need around here.

- Good man, Sheriff.
- We told them off.

We don't need fellas
like that around here.

I thought they
were gonna smack us.

We're lucky we got out
of there in one piece.

- I can't believe it.
- Why were they picking on us?

- Those loudmouth honkies.

Find a grocery store, Tom.

Let's teach these hicks a lesson.

- No, Hank, we better be careful.

This isn't the place to
try anything foolish.

- You're chicken!

I can't believe you let
those creeps scare you!

- Try what?

- Well, I might as well tell you,

as long as you're gonna
be riding with us.

Me and Hank, we ain't exactly rich.

So, before we left school, we
figured out a careful budget.

We decided that if we pay for gas,

well, then we wouldn't
have enough money for food.

And if we paid for food,

we wouldn't have enough money for gas.

So, we been stealing groceries

all the way from Pennsylvania to Florida.

That's how we been making it.

Listen, if you don't want to
stay with us now that you know,

we'll let you out and you
can hitch another ride.

- After you talked me
into going to Florida

instead of California.

How much bread
you got on you, girl?

- $14.

- Certainly not enough to feed yourself

all the way to Frisco.

- Then you have to steal.

And if you have to, then it's not a sin.

- Daddy, is that you?

No!

- Here's a nice grocery
store just made to order.

You could help us pull this off.

- Hm.

- You don't have to if you don't want to.

- But if you stick with us
without doing your share

you gonna be eating stolen food anyway.

Go!

- Hurry up, come on! Come on!

Three teenagers
with stolen groceries

last seen in a blue and
white van heading toward...

That's them! Get on 'em!

Uh-oh! It's the cops!

Tom, hurry up!

- Hit the gas. Faster, Tom.

I got it to the floor
now. It won't go any faster.

- They're coming, Hank!
- Take it easy.

Look out, punk!

- That's the way.
They're dropping behind.

How far back are they?

They can't see us, Tom.
Turn off.

She's down to the
floor. I'm pulling in here!

I don't hear the siren anymore.

Hank, did we lose
'em? I think we lost 'em!

Could be.

- Damn right we did.
- You did it, Tom.

- All right!
- Wow! What a rush!

I jumped when
you two in the store,

whenever you all...
- Stop! Look out!

Whoa! I almost hit that guy.

- He was carrying
something. Did you see that?

- It's lucky I saw anything at all.

Thanks for telling me, Nance.

- There's something creepy
about that guy.

I got a look at his face.
- Geez!

He was grinning,

even when you were going
to hit him, Tom.

I swear, he had this
strange look on his face.

I thought I saw a shoe sticking
out from under that blanket.

- Nah, he was just a big
farmer with a bundle.

Your mind's playing tricks on you, girl.

You're all shook up.

Soon as we find a good camp site

we'll smoke some of this
good hash and loosen you up.

- Nancy, you sing nice.

- Thank you.

- Doesn't she sing nice, Hank?

- I don't think she got much right

to be singing a slave song.

- Come on now, Hank. Don't
start getting paranoid on us.

- Who's paranoid? Not me.

I just said I don't think a white girl

ought to be singing a
slave song, that's all.

Black people paid their dues
in that area, not whites.

White chick like Nancy
can't have the least idea

of the feeling behind a black spiritual.

- That's bull, Hank.
What's wrong with you?

- You don't like me, do you, Hank?

- It dawned on me that you
gotta be running away from home.

And if so, me and poor
innocent Tom are accessories.

How old are you?

- 19. Well, 17, almost 18!

- You sure you ain't 16 or 15?

- Dammit, Hank!
Leave her alone!

- Shut up, white boy!

One of us has gotta have the sense

to find out how much
hot water we may be in!

You ever hear of the Mann Act?

- I can't believe you!

- Transporting a minor across state lines?

You better think about it, Tom.

We could have the FBI on our ass.

- You're crazy.

We both know you flunked out
of law school. Now come off it!

Don't mind him, Nancy.

He just gets a little bit
mean when he gets stoned.

He'll be okay in a while.

- Look, if you're uptight about me, Hank,

you don't need to keep me around.

I don't wanna be a burden on you.

We can go our separate
ways in the morning.

- He doesn't mean anything, Nancy.

Damn it, tell her you don't mean it!

Now you've gone and hurt her feelings.

- I do mean it!

We hardly know that chick!

I warned you she'd be trouble.

- You're the one who's trouble.

I wish you'd learn how to
keep your big mouth shut!

Tomorrow morning you won't even know

what a hassle you've caused!

Nancy!

Hey, you might tell somebody
if you've got a problem.

- What makes you think I have one?

- Okay, so if you don't have
one, we won't talk about it.

Listen, I just wanna tell you

that Hank's really not a bad guy.

He'll let you stay, you'll see.

Everything will be okay in the morning.

- I had a bad experience
with my stepfather.

Well, my mother doesn't
know what he's like.

She probably wouldn't
believe me if I told her.

The only person I have to run to

is my sister in California.

- I'm sorry. You should
have told somebody.

- I don't wanna be a burden.

And, listen, I'd really rather not come

between you and your friend.

You'll be better off without me.

- That's not true at all.

You've been helpful and fun to be with.

Hey, I want you to stay, Nancy.

Hank? Is that you?

Hank? Hank, is that you?

Hank! Hank, is that you?

It's probably some kind of an animal.

A hyena, maybe.

If they've got 'em around here.

Come on, Nancy.

Let's go back and turn in.

- Bert, I have a feeling
something happened

between you and my daughter.

Now, I think you're lying to me about this

and I wanna know why.

Why didn't Nancy come home?

- Damn it, Harriet. How
the hell should I know?

I told you that kid's not as innocent

as you make her out to be.

She's probably somewhere carrying on.

- But it isn't like Nancy

to stay out this late without phoning.

Now, I'm worried about this, Bert.

And I think you know something
that you're not telling me.

- Now will you stop imagining things!

I've got to get down to the station house.

As soon as I do get down there,

I'll check the police blotter,

if it'll make you feel better.

And if anything has happened
to Nancy the police know about,

I'll get all the facts.

One way or another I'll call
you in a couple of hours.

Now, calm down.

By the time I do call you,

she'll probably be home
in bed, safe and sound.

Hold it there, fellas!

Don't you make any foolish moves!

Keep your hands visible!

- You reach for anything inside that bag

and I won't wait to see
what you're reaching for.

I'll just shoot.

- What's this all about, officer?

- Shut up.

Where's the girl?

- You killed her, didn't you?

You sadistic scum!

- Don't make a move

or I'll blow your brains to bloody pieces.

- Maybe they think they can pin us

with a police brutality rap.

Make a civil rights case out of it.

- Filthy scum.

You don't deserve humane treatment.

What'd you do with the girl?

Where'd you hide her body?

- Maybe we oughta drag 'em out
in the woods, one at a time.

Question 'em separately.

Good idea. Who's first?

Eenie, meenie,

miney...

- Wait, can't we talk about this?

We didn't kill anybody!

- All we're guilty of is
stealing a few bags of groceries.

Oh, a confession?

Trying to get off lightly by
admitting to a lesser offense!

Well, it won't work!

We've seen that ploy before.

I am tired of
playing games with you two.

We know you're guilty.

Your van was spotted near the place

where that girl was found,
raped and stabbed to death.

Can't lie out of it.

You're gonna have to pay.

And we don't care

if we take you in alive or dead.

Dead would be preferable.

We're entitled to
a trial. We're innocent.

Get your ass up out

of that sleeping bag, pronto!

Which one do you think

we should question first, partner?

- No, I remember now.

We saw a big heavy man in farm overalls.

I almost ran him down.

He was standing right in
the middle of the road.

He was carrying this big, heavy bundle.

It might have been a body.
It must have been a body!

Listen, is he the one who turned us in?

If so, he's obviously
trying to frame us, huh?

Look, my father's a
lawyer back in Pittsburgh!

- They don't wanna hear it, man.

- Get out of those sleeping bags!

- On the double!

I am tired of playing games with you two.

We know you're guilty.
You can't lie out of it.

Oh, run, Hank!

- Get up, get up, get up, Hank! Go!

You killed him!

You stupid redneck!
We're innocent!

- We told him he could
get his head blowed off.

Serves him right.
- You must be crazy. Crazy!

- Your buddy was resisting arrest.

Are you ready to confess
to killing that girl now?

You see, I knew her and
her parents real well,

and I'd do anything to
bring in her killers.

You have to understand that
the people in this county

would turn a blind eye
to any irregularities,

as long as they felt they got justice.

- Go ahead and shoot me.

That's what you're gonna
do anyways, isn't it?

- Well, we already know you're guilty.

The actual confession
is merely a formality.

The fact that your partner tried to run

don't make you look very innocent.

But it saves the taxpayers money.

Step aside. Give me a clear shot.

- Look, I'm in trouble. Can you help me?

Do you have a telephone?

Please, let me go!

You killed both my friends.
The real murderer's in there!

- Well, let's go see.

We got to investigate,

see if this young lady's
telling the truth.

- No, please! I don't
wanna go back in there!

- She's stark raving mad, I'm afraid.

Doesn't wanna come along
and prove her innocence!

No! No!

- We brought you a present, Cyrus.

What do you say?

- Please!
- Take her clothes off!

No!

- You little bitch!

- No!

You!

Get up! Come on, get up!

Come on, poochie.

Get in there.

- Get in the cage!

Come on! Hurry up!

Well, I hope you two
doggies are comfortable!

Enough, Cyrus! Enough!

Look at the mess you made here!

Gotta get the house cleaned up.

Mama don't like it like this.

You know she's got a bug
for keeping things tidy.

Cynthia, you gotta help
us clean up the house,

for Mama's sake, or else
Mama is going to be mad.

- You had better go up
and talk to her, Luke.

You know darn well
she's gonna chastise you

for killing that other girl ahead of time.

Mama said we're supposed

to have three for the Easter services.

- I'll certainly have
another by Good Friday.

- Yes, but now you'll have to
go out and catch another one!

And catching them is the dangerous part.

People are liable to get wise.

You and Cyrus and Abraham know that.

How many times did Mama tell you?

- I'll go up and talk to Mama

after the living room's straightened up!

Mama won't yell at me for
no reason, you wait and see!

- My name's Gwen Davis.

He killed my sister.

The two deputies, the real
ones, maybe could have saved us.

But they're dead.

You and I have to figure a way

to get out of here before they kill us.

Please let us go.

You're young, like us.

I'm sure you must have some feeling

for what we're going through.

- I'm not like you.

Don't ever try to tell me that.

I have special powers.

You'll see for yourself
come Friday at midnight

when the services start.

- I didn't do a very good
job of fighting back.

I was in shock or something.

Sally bit and scratched

and they had a hard time with her.

She kicked Cyrus, the big, crazy one,

and then he stabbed her,
again and again and again.

I was half out of my mind.
I was already in my cage.

The two deputies stopped here.

I could hear them talking
on the front porch.

They said they had been chasing this van

that had gone speeding away
from a grocery store in town.

Luke must have been afraid or suspicious.

Deputy said they had wrecked
their car in the chase.

Luke offered them some hot coffee

and he brought a pot full
out onto the front porch.

I wanted to scream, but
Abraham had a gun on me.

The coffee must have been drugged

because in a little while,

the deputies were dragged
in here, unconscious,

and tied up with rope.

And they were tortured
and stabbed to death.

- Why? Why is all this happening?

It's my fault those deputies were killed.

I was one of the people they were chasing.

May God have mercy on their souls

and on Hank's and Tom's.

- We have to try to escape.

We have to try to get out of here.

They'll kill us.

The whole family is crazy.

- Mama?

I hope you don't have it in
your head that I've done wrong.

We didn't mean to kill the girl.

But she hurt Cyrus pretty bad.

You always said that Cyrus
had a delicate temper.

Well it was the girl's fault!

And if Cynthia said otherwise,
well, it just ain't so!

Me and Abraham,

we'll go out and catch
another girl tomorrow.

We got us a van that don't belong to us.

Nobody can trace it to us!

Tomorrow, we'll take it out on the road.

We'll find us another girl.

Maybe somebody young and pretty.

Maybe a virgin!

Don't worry, Mama.

Me and Abraham,
we won't disappoint you.

- Billy!

Hey, Billy, we're gonna eat now.

Billy!

Come in and wash your
hands. We're gonna eat.

- Here, catch!

- This one pretty enough
for you, little brother?

- Yeah.

This'll make Mama real happy.

- Over here.

Sharon?

Sharon!

Sharon?

Sharon, what?

No, no, no!

- Come on, sweetheart.
We're going for a walk.

- No! No!
- Up!

No!

No!

- Nancy, don't give up on me, please!

You do, we're as good as dead.

Gotta figure a way to get out of here.

- But what can we do? We're locked in.

There's no chance of trying to escape.

- Pull yourself together.

Maybe I could try to
seduce one of the brothers.

It might get his guard down,
and I'd kill one if I had to.

- Cyrus!

Cyrus, that's enough.

That's enough I say.

- God, I'm heartily sorry
for having offended thee.

And I renounce all my sins

because I dread the loss of
heaven and the pains of hell.

- Why do you pray?
It will do you no good.

- Don't you believe in God?

- You believe your god
is good and merciful.

Yet he has allowed such bad
things to happen to you.

- We're taught not to question his wisdom.

He sent his only begotten Son to earth

to suffer and die for our sins.

Maybe he's asking me
to suffer a little too,

so that I can be saved.

- Were you such a great
and terrible sinner?

There are times when evil will triumph

and nothing can overcome it.

Evil is more powerful than good.

Even the Son of God cried out

in his final agony on the cross,

"Why has thou forsaken me?"

- How do you do, sir?
I'm Sheriff Cunningham.

What can I do for you?

Why, I understand you're a lawman too?

-Ah, yes, sir.

Look, it's about my daughter, Nancy.

Uh, she's a runaway, 17 years old.

And I'm kind of worried
she might come to harm.

She left home because
of a misunderstanding

between the two of us.

I'd like to find her and
persuade her to come back.

I promised her mother I'd
try to make things right.

Well, I wouldn't blame
myself too much if I was you.

Lots of teenagers go bad these days.

And the parents, or the stepparents,

are not always to blame.

Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

- Now what makes you think
I can help you?

You're not from around
these parts, are you?

- Uh, no, sir.

We make our home in the eastern part

of the state, Lewisburg.

You see, when Nancy
left home two days ago,

she was seen by a couple
of friends of mine

in a squad car hitchhiking.

Well, they went around
the block to talk to her,

make sure everything was all right.

By the time they got there

she was being picked up by
two young fellas in a van.

Well the deputies took
down the license number,

but they didn't bother to follow the van.

They didn't see any
reason to at that time,

nothing seemed wrong.

- Are you trying to tell me

that you traced this
vehicle all the way here?

Why, Lewisburg's 200 miles away.

- Yes, sir, well, we ran a check

on the vehicle's license number
through the state police.

And we found out that your
office has a bulletin out.

It seems some teenagers
stole some groceries

right here in this town.

And they were driving a
van with a license number

that tallies with what I'm looking for.

- That's good police work, Mr. Johnson.

- Well, thank you.

The only trouble is, I'm afraid,

when and if I do find Nancy,

she'll be facing a petty larceny charge.

She's undoubtedly one of
the kids you're looking for.

Well, I
hate to tell you this, sir,

but there's a good chance that
she may be in worse trouble.

- What do you mean? Why?

- That van was being pursued
by two of my deputies.

They dropped out of sight.

We found the squad car, abandoned,

with the radiator all smashed in

and no sign of the deputies.

- My God.

- We've had some men
out looking for them,

but the people out here aren't much help.

A lot of them are
operating moonshine stills

and they don't take too
kindly to police officers.

In fact, it's downright dangerous

just to be asking questions
in the back country.

- Yeah, well, I was kind of planning

on looking for that van.

- I can't stop you, I reckon.

If you don't get ambushed by
some of those moonshiners,

maybe you'll get lucky
and find my deputies.

I can show you on the
map the exact spot

where we found the
abandoned squad car.

Come on, take a look.

Right over here.

- It's midnight. Time to begin.

We thought
you'd like to meet our mama.

Uh-huh.

Meet our mama!

All right,
Cynthia. It's midnight.

Do it the way I taught you.

- Lucifer, we beg you to accept
the sacrifice of this child

which we now offer to you,
to receive your blessings.

Bless our deeds that we
do in your almighty name.

Consecrate the blood
we've come to offer you,

the blood we drink to
show our oneness with you,

the lord of hell.

Oh, mighty lord Satan,

we worship you with all our
hearts and humbly submit

to your desires and commandments.

We believe, with everlasting conviction,

that you are our creator, our benefactor,

our lord and master, we renounce-

- Oh, my God, I am heartily
sorry for having offended thee.

And I renounce all my sins

because I dread the loss of
heaven and the pains of hell...

We have no
other wish but to belong...

- Nancy, praying's not
gonna do you any good.

We're done for.

- Most of all, I renounce them

because they offend thee, my God,

who art all good and
deserving of all my love.

- Lucifer, we ask you to bless her,

the source of our communion.

May her blood give us
strength and vitality

Good-bye, Sharon.

Oh, my God!

They've killed her! They've killed her!

- May her soul and the souls

of the departed rest in peace, O Lord,

and may perpetual light shine upon her.

- By this blood, grant our beloved mother

eternal life, oh, lord Satan,

so that she, your faithful servant,

may dwell among us forever.

By believing in you, may we live forever.

By this sacrifice of blood

grant us eternal life, lord Satan.

Who's that
dumb sucker following us?

- I don't think so.
Let's not get jumpy.

Let's just do what we came to do.

Dig the grave deep, Cyrus.

We don't want the rain to wash her up.

- Why couldn't we have waited

until we killed Gwen
and that other girl?

What's her name? Nancy?

We could have buried all three
of them in the same hole.

- 'Cause Mama don't want it that way.

Mama told Cynthia to
bury them one at a time,

just like we're doing.

- Well, Gwen gets it tonight. Last rites.

And then Nancy on Easter Sunday.

- Yep. That's the way Mama wants it.

- Well, I think we better
get rid of this van

before someone comes
looking for the owner.

- Tomorrow.

We'll drive it a long
ways off, then dump it.

Then we'll set it on fire.

- Big fire.

You'd like that, wouldn't
you, big brother?

Why couldn't we have
waited until we killed Gwen

and that other girl?

What's her name? Nancy?

We could have buried all three
of them in the same hole.

- Oh, my God, I am heartily
sorry for having offended thee

and I renounce all my sins

because I dread the loss of
heaven and the pains of hell.

- Lucifer, we beg you to accept
the sacrifice of this child,

which we now offer to you,

so that we may receive your blessings.

- O Father, who art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.

- Oh, mighty lord Satan, we
worship you with all our hearts

and humbly submit to your
desires and commandments.

We believe, with everlasting conviction,

that you are our creator, our benefactor,

our lord and master.

- Give us this day, our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.

- We renounce Jehovah, Jesus Christ,

and all their works.

And we declare to you, lord Satan,

that we have no other wish

but to belong to you for all eternity.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

- Lucifer, we ask you to bless her,

the source of our communion.

May her blood give us
strength and vitality

to do your bidding.

May it grant us eternal life.

- May perpetual light shine upon her.

- By this blood, grant our
beloved mother eternal life,

lord Satan, so that she,
your faithful servant,

may dwell among us forever.

- Grant her eternal light.

- By believing in you may we live forever.

By this sacrifice of blood

grant us eternal life, lord Satan.

- May her soul and all the
souls of the faithful departed

by the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

- Luke!

Luke!

Come on! Give us a hand!

- Freeze! Right where you are, fellas.

Don't make any fast moves.

- Who are you? A cop?

- Never mind that!

I'll ask the questions.

Now, what'd you do with my daughter?

- Well, she might be
right in front of you.

Is her name Gwen or
Nancy or Sharon?

- Her name is Nancy.

- You're in luck.

She's in the house. Nice and comfy.

-All right, you go in there

and get Nancy and bring her out here.

- How'd you find us?

- I traced the van.

And I spied on you this afternoon.

The sheriff knew who you were

when I gave him your
descriptions over the telephone.

Now you do like I tell you.

Go in and get Nancy. Bring her out here.

It's all right, Nancy.

You're safe now.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Get over there!

You two are under arrest.

I'm taking you to the sheriff's office.

Come on, honey.

Get moving!

Go ahead!