All language subtitles for The Halfway House

- What's wrong with you?

- Now we can tell this
scumbag is hopped up

on PCP or some other shit.

So even though there's six of us,

nobody wants to go near the guy!

So Charlie, he's the first
to pull out his taser.

He tases the son of a bitch
who starts twitching, going.

So we're laughing,
and this guy's funny as hell,

standing there, going.

So then Pete and Danny,

they pull out their tasers, too.

- Excuse me.
- By the time we're done,

we've all got the taser lines in him.

The guy still don't go down!

He just stand there going.

- I hate to interrupt these fond memories,

but can one of you possibly help me?

- Well, that depends, young lady.

Just what kind of help you need?

- I'm here to report a missing person.

- And who are you?
- My name is Larissa Morgan.

I'm looking for my younger
sister. We live together.

- How long has your sister been missing?

- She's been going for
nearly three days now.

- You two have a fight?
- No, nothing like that.

She went at jogging two nights ago

before dinner and never came back.

Her name is Annie. Here's her picture.

- Nice tits.

- That's all you can say?

A young girl has gone missing,

who knows what might've happened to her,

and the only thing you can do
is making some sexist crack?

- Please, calm down, miss. The
Inspector is only trying to-

- I know what he was trying to say,

and I do not appreciate it!

You all stick up for
each other, don't you?

Now, what exactly are you going

to do about finding my sister?

- So where your
sister allegedly go missing?

- She left our
apartment in Lincoln Heights

at approximately 6:00 PM on Tuesday.

That's the last I've seen of her.

- Well, I want you to be
sure and include all that

when you fill out these forms,

and leave 'em with the desk sergeant.

Nice ass.

- Inspector, do you think this

could be related to the others?

- Miss Morgan, wait up.

- What's wrong? Did I
forgot my e-mail address?

- No.

Look, I just want to apologize

for the way inspector
treated you in there.

Sometimes he can be a real-

- Rude, insensitive asshole?

- Yeah. I guess
you could say that.

Unfortunately, he also
happens to be my boss.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that,

but I have problems of my own,

or weren't you paying attention?

- I was.

I mean, see, that's what I
want to talk to you about.

You see, there's been other
disappearances in your area.

- Disappearances?

All the other girls were residents there,

the Mary Magdalene Halfway
House for Troubled Girls.

Every month or so, they
report another one missing.

- Couldn't they just have run away?

I mean, the place doesn't
exactly look like Club Med.

- Well, that's what the inspector thinks,

and that's why there hasn't been anything

in the media about it.

- But you think something different?

- I didn't till I heard about
your sister, Miss Morgan.

- Call me Larissa, and you are?

- Sergeant Sheen, Dick Sheen.

- And I suppose you like to
keep your weapon nice and clean.

- I beg your pardon?

- Skip it.

Why don't I just go in and
find out what they know?

- Hold on.

You just can't walk over there
and start asking questions.

- And why not?

- Well, the people who run that place

aren't just going to volunteer information

to somebody who comes in off the streets.

They're a bunch of
cloister religious types.

- But I'm her sister.
- Yeah, and I'm a cop.

It's my job to do the investigating.

- That's not what your boss thinks.

- Who, him? He's an asshole.

- Morning, sister.

- Yes.

- Good afternoon ma'am, sister.

I'm Sergeant Sheen, Lincoln
Heights Detective Division.

Is Father Fogerty in?

- Yes, but he's hearing
the girls' confessions.

- That could take hours.
- I see.

Well, perhaps you could help
me out with something, sister-

- Sister Cecilia.

- Have you had any more of
your girls run away, disappear?

- Heavens, no. We would
have reported it if they had.

- And none of the other girls
have ever come around again?

- No, not yet.

We're living in constant hope

that the poor lost souls
will be returned to us.

- I'm sure you do. By any
chance, have you seen this girl?

- She's not one of ours.

I certainly would've remembered her face.

Who is this child?
- Her name is Annie,

and she's from the area.

She's been reported missing, too.

- Oh, I see.

Well, I'll be sure we
pray for her safe return,

and I'll be happy to show this

to Father Fogerty if you like.

- No. I guess that won't be necessary.

After all, if she had come around here,

you probably would know.

- Yes. There isn't
much that gets by me here.

- Well, good day, sergeant.

- Well, if they do know anything,

they're sure not going to volunteer it.

But....

- There's more, isn't there?

- Well, you had mentioned in your report

that your sister was wearing these yellow

and black radio headphones?

- Yeah. She had them on
the last time I saw her.

She wore 'em everywhere.

- Well, there is this guy there,

a handyman or janitor or
something, real creepy type.

- And?

- Well, it might be nothing,

but was wearing the
same type of headphones.

- Dick, we've gotta go
back. Those have to be hers.

- Wait a minute, not so fast.

- Don't you see? That is
too much of a coincidence.

Those people could've
done something to Annie.

- I can't go in there and poke around

without a search warrant.

- Get one.

- Not with this type of evidence.

They'd have my badge.

- Well, what are you gonna do then?

- I'm gonna talk to the
inspector. He'll listen to me.

- Are you out of your fucking mind?

How do you ever expect to get promoted

if you keep going off half
cocked on these wild ass hunches?

You're not being professional.

You should know better than
to let some hysterical broad

lead you around and
make a fool out of you!

Stop thinking with your dick, Dick!

- But what about the headphones?

- Circumstantial bullshit, that's what.

You're telling me that young
women under protective care

of the Mary Magdalene Halfway
House are being abducted

and possibly harmed in some way

and that representatives
of the Catholic church

are somehow trying to cover it up?

Now who in the hell who
is gonna believe that?

Now get out of my office
before I have you suspended

for being such a moron!

- I suppose I'm on my own now.

- I'm really sorry. I feel
like I've let you down.

- At least you tried.

It's more than anyone else has done.

- Yeah, but I just wish there

was some way to make it up to you.

It's nice of you to invite me in.

- Yeah, I needed company.

- You must miss your sister an awful lot.

- She's the only thing I
have since our mother died.

I mean, my dad's around somewhere,

but he's pretty worthless.

I've just gotta find her,
and you've gotta help me.

- You know I want to, but how?

- Gotta get inside that place.

You can take me in as a girl in trouble.

- No way. It's too risky.
- It's the only way.

Once I'm inside under cover,
I'll find out what's going on.

- And what if they
find out what you're up to?

- If they're on the level,
they'll just kick me out.

- And if they're not? No,
I'm not gonna let you do it.

- Oh yes, you are.
- Oh no, I'm not.

- Dick, please.
- No, I'm not.

- I'm gonna do this with
or without your help.

So is it a yes

or a no?

- All right. I'll help you do it.

- Thanks.

- Hello again, sergeant.
What brings you back here?

- Official business, sister.
This young lady is in trouble.

- Oh, really?
What kind of trouble?

- Same old story, I'm afraid.

Miles from home, in a strange
city, no money, no friends.

We picked her up for panhandling
outside a bus station.

That's not really a crime,
but it's only a matter of time

before she's into drugs,
prostitution, armed robbery.

What do you say, sister? Is
this a life worth saving?

- Of course. We'll take
good care for little...

- Larissa.
- Little Larissa.

Step this way.
- Thank you, sister.

I'll come back in a couple of
days and make sure she's okay.

- Oh, really, that won't be necessary.

Everything will be just fine.
Lutkus, show the officer out.

And what is your last name, dear?

- Morgan. Larissa Morgan.

- Well, Miss Morgan, I'm sure
you'll find a better life here

than you did in the streets.

- I'm sure I will.

- Good, because if you screw up here,

you'll wish you were never born.

- Yes.

- It's Sister Cecilia.
- What?

- Yes, we have a new guest.
- Come in.

Ah.
- Father.

- Welcome. Jelly bean?

- No.

- Well, this halfway house was named

after Saint Mary Magdalene,
an adulteress who converted

by completely dedicating
herself to Christ.

You can do the same by
placing yourself in our hands.

- Just how do I do that?

- Trust in faith, my dear, and in return,

we will take care of all your needs.

- The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want?

- Yes, my dear. That's it exactly.

This is one place in the world
where you can always be safe.

- Thank you, father.

- Now report back to Sister Cecilia,

and she'll show you around.

Oh, and God be with you, my child.

- This is the rec room.

This is where you'll be
spending the most of your time

when you will not be in church

or in the classroom or doing chores.

So, I'll leave you to introduce yourself

and make new friends.

- Who the fuck are you?
- Who the fuck wants to know?

- I just happen to be the
number one bitch around here.

- I can see that.

- You got a smart mouth. Maybe
I should shut it for you.

- You and what army?
- Me and my homegirls.

How would you like us
to rearrange your face?

- Whoa, welcoming the new girl, I see.

- What's it to you?

- I just didn't want
you start playing rough

and have a nasty fall.

After all, Angelena, you could
slip on this hardwood floor

and crack your skull wide open.

- Why, you overgrown-
- Save it.

- Have your way for now.

Just be careful bending
over in the shower.

- Yeah, why is that?

- 'Cause you never know
when a little Dutch boy

might come along and
shove his fist up a dyke!

- Thanks for stepping in like that,

but I probably could've handled it.

- You look like you might only.

Angelena fights dirty, and besides,

she's always got Shelby
and Sheila with her.

What's your name?

- Larissa. And you are?

- My friends call me Cherry Pie.

I do hope we can be friends.

And this is Edwina.
- Eddie. Eddie will do.

You know, you'd better
watch your ass around here.

There may be not be anyone
around to save it next time.

- See you later.

- Make sure you do a thorough job, ladies,

and lunch is in a half an hour.

And remember, cleanliness
is next to godliness.

- Missed a spot.

- That dirty old...

Don't suppose you know
what's going on, do you?

- Are you coming to lunch, Father Fogerty?

- Not today, my dear.
Way too much work to do.

What...

- Bed time, ladies!

Come on! Everybody up to your room!

Let's go.

- Goodnight, Sister Cecilia.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, sister.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, sister.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight. Don't forget
to say your prayers.

- Just a minute.

Come in.

- It's me. I just wanted to say goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Don't forget to turn your light out.

Sister Cecilia comes around and checks.

That's why there's windows on the inside.

- Not much privacy around here, is there?

- Not much. Well, goodnight.

- Hello?
- It's me.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I guess you could say that.

This place has all the warmth
of a concentration camp.

- I told you this wasn't a good idea.

- Look, we've already been through this.

I've gotta find out
what happened to Annie.

While we're at it,

can you check on this
father Fogerty character?

- Do you suspect him?

- Well, let's just say
that he's twisted enough

to vote the Marquis de
Sade into sainthood,

but that doesn't prove anything.

Find out what you can about
him and the rest of the staff.

- Okay. But if things get too
strange, just give me a call.

I'll come over and get you out.

- Like a knight in shining armor?

- Huh?
- Never mind.

Oh, and wait for me I call you.

According to the Catholic gestapo,

I'm not allowed contact
with the outside world.

Understand?
- Roger that.

- Goodnight.

- Oh, yeah. Oh yes.

- Well kid, this is it.

- Again? I thought you were finished.

- No. I meet tonight's the
night we break out of this dump.

- You're serious.

- Serious as a heart attack, baby,

and you're coming with me.

- I don't know about this.
What if we get caught?

Isn't it worth the risk to
get away from Attila the Nun

and that perverted old priest?

- And that creepy
handyman who keeps trying

to watch us when we're in the showers?

- Him, too. That's why we gotta get away.

And besides, I'll take care of you.

- I know you will, but-
- But what?

Now come on and help me with these.

Okay, now all we gotta do is climb down

and make it to the street.

Then we're home free. You go first.

- I can't. I'm afraid of heights.

- Okay, I'll go first.

You just make sure the knot doesn't slip.

- Then what?

- Then you climb down after me.

I'll be there to catch you if you fall.

- I don't know.
- Oh, come on.

Who's my sweet baby bitch?

- I am.
- That's right.

Now quit stalling and hang on.

What's the fuck?

Oh, shit!

- No!

What the fuck are you doing?
Let me go, you pervert!

- That's the pot
calling the kettle black.

Your deviant desires can
hardly be considered normal.

- Sister Cecilia?

What are you doing here, and
why are you dressed like that?

- We all have our little secrets.

- Look, I was trying to run away

and you caught me, all right?

Just take me to Father Fogerty,

and I'll take whatever punishment
he has in store for me.

- Oh, you're going to be
punished all right. Lutkus.

- Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

- Your God can't save you now.

- No! No!

Oh, my God!

No! No!

- This sort of behavior
is entirely unacceptable!

I would like anyone
who has any information

to please step forward now.

I said

anyone.

Very well.

All privileges are suspended,

and there will be no dessert tonight.

Miss Pulowski, may I see you
in my office, please? Now.

- I'm gonna get that
little bitch for this.

- If there's anything left of her

after Father Fogerty
gets through with her.

- Oh, that's just a warmup
for what I've got planned.

- I'm certain she knows
more than she's telling.

- Whether she does or doesn't,
the girl is still gone.

- Yes I know.

- Well, are you gonna
call the police again?

- We must report it, just
as we have all the others.

- What good will it do?
They never find any of them.

- That's not the point.
- What is the point then?

- This girls are our responsibility.

We have a duty to do everything we can.

- Shit.

- Another one? When?

Well, give me a name and a description.

Well, we'll look into it. You're welcome.

Is Sheen is still out there?

- Yes, inspector.
- Send him in here.

- You wanted to see me?

- You remember that
girl from the other day,

the one who's looking for her sister?

- You mean that Miss Morgan.

- You haven't
seen her since, have you?

- Why, no? Why would I?

- You two seem pretty chummy to me.

- You know, she did
come to me about looking

into the halfway house,
but like you had said,

her suspicions were unfounded
or something to that effect.

I did say that, didn't I?

Some pretty crazy stuff,

though, after all.

- Yes, sir. Will that be all?

- Yeah. That's it for now.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh. Yeah, soap it up.

Mm, that's the spot.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Jesus! What did he do to you?

- Just asked me some
questions, that's all.

- Well, he must've used
some pretty harsh language.

What did happen to Eddie?

- She's gone.

- What really happened to her?

- She's gone.

She's gone like the
others. That's all I know.

- Talk to you later.

- Did you find anything
out about the missing girl?

- Not yet. That's
kinda why I'm here, padre.

- Well, I told you everything
I know on the phone.

- Another girl disappears from here.

So that makes six girls so far.

- Five.
- What?

- There are only five girls
missing. You said six.

- I must be thinking
about that other girl.

She vanished not too far from here.

Did you hear about that?

- I'm
sorry. I'm afraid not.

- Really. Well, what about the others?

You know, the ones from here?

Do you think that anybody

from here knows anything about them?

- Well, naturally we question
the girls every single time,

but they always insist
that they know nothing.

- And you believe 'em?

- Well, what else can we do?

I mean, after all, who
knows what goes in the minds

of young girls, especially
the troubled ones?

- If it's all the same to you, padre,

I'm just gonna a look around the grounds.

- You mean
to search the premises?

- Oh, nothing formal, you understand?

And I promise not to get in the way

of all the good work
you're doing around here.

- Oh, I trust you won't.

Good day, inspector, and God be with you.

- Hello?

Hello?

What the hell?

- Goodbye, inspector.

- Hello?
- Larissa, it's me.

- Dick, I told you not to call me here.

You're gonna get me busted.

- I had to. I think something's
happened to Inspector Hinds.

- That asshole? Why
should I care about him?

- Listen. I found some notes of his.

Apparently, another girl
has been reported missing

from the halfway house.
- I know.

- You do? What happened?

- I don't know. She just disappeared.

Now we want to talk about
anything around here.

- Well, I think the inspector
went out there to investigate.

You haven't seen him?
- No.

- He left the office this
morning, and he hasn't called in.

That's not like him.

- What you find out
about the rest of staff?

- I did some checking into Father Fogerty.

So far, he's clean.
- That's a matter of opinion.

What about Sister Cecilia
and that handyman?

After all,

it was him you saw wearing
my sister's headphones.

- I'm working on it.

Remember, I'm doing all this unofficially.

- I gotta go, and wait for
me to call you next time.

- What's the matter?

Not so cocky without that
big dyke to protect you?

- What do you want from me?
- We wanna get even with you.

- For what?

- For losing us our privileges.

- Yeah, and our dessert.

- But why is that my fault?

- Well, listen to little Miss Innocent.

Where'd your lesbo girlfriend go?

- Search me.

- If you insist. Hold her down.

Oh. She's not in there.

Where else could you be hiding her?

Well, well, well. Now I know
why they call her Cherry.

- You mean she's never had no dick?

- She doesn't know what she's missing.

- Hey, why don't we show her?

- That's a good idea.
Hold her tight, girls.

This cherry's about to get popped.

Look what I found!
- Wow, economy size.

Hey Cherry, how would you
like a date with Madonna?

- Madonna, the singer? You know her?

- Not that Madonna, stupid.

- Open wide. Here she comes.

- That's no way to treat a virgin.

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Yeah, this is none of your business.

- Maybe it should make my business.

No! Bitch is mine.

Watch the door.

How do you like the
taste of your own blood?

- Maybe you can tell me when we're done.

- Come on. Come on.

- Get her, Angelena! Kick her ass!

- Quiet! Father Fogerty's coming.

Okay, he's gone.

Wait, wait, wait. He's coming back.

Okay, it's clear.

- They tried...

- It's okay, it's okay.
You're gonna be all right now.

- You saved me.

I don't know how I'm ever gonna repay you.

- What are you doing?

- Oh these? These must've
been mixed up in my laundry.

- I don't wanna hear it. It's after dark.

Time to get rid of that detective's car.

- Yes, mistress.

- I want you to take it
as far away as possible.

Understand?

Good.

- Will you two keep it down?

- What's the matter,
Angelena? You got a headache?

- No, she's just pissed
'cause she got her ass kicked.

- Yeah, I guess she's not as
tough as she thought she was.

- I can still mop up the floor

with the two of you.

- Yeah right.
- Is that so?

Well, maybe I need to get
myself some new home girls.

- Go ahead if you can find anyone

that wants the job.

- Fuck the both of you!

I got better things to do than sit around

with you two homos.

I'm gonna find me a real man.

You're late, Spider!
Where the fuck were you?

- Relax your crack, sweet
cheeks. I had band practice.

- You actually practice
that shit you play?

Thought it just came out
like a bowel movement.

- Very funny.

If you hate it so bad, why'd
you come to all the gigs?

- Forget it. Let's just get outta here.

- Thought we'd just pull around back.

- But you promised to take me away

from this fucking shithole.

- You got gas money?
- No.

- All right then. Park in the back.

- Got any beer?

Sexy.
- I try.

- Couldn't you at least
park further from the place?

- Hey, all you've done so far is bitch.

Now you gonna sit there all
night and drink my beer,

or are you gonna suck my dick?

- That's real sweet talk, Mr. Smooth.

You think that's how you're
gonna get me to go down on you?

- Okay, okay. Please, suck my dick.

- Okay.

Come on. Do it to me.

Come on, butcher. Pound me
like a cheap piece of meat.

Come on, do it. Do it.

- Hey. What happened to your eye?

- Shut up and fuck.

Come on. Do it to me.

Do it, do it, do it.

Oh yeah, do it to me.

Why are you stopping?

- Thought I heard something.

- You gonna hear me getting out

of this car if you stop again.

- Okay, okay.

- Oh yes!

That's it. Don't stop!

- I'm not stopping. I am not stopping!

- Don't stop!

Oh no!

No!

- Well, I knew you'd end
up here sooner or later.

- You people are fucking insane!

- Ah, ah. Language, dear.

- The bastard cut off Spider's head!

- Oh, your late friend?

His head wasn't serving
any purpose where it was.

Now you too have a
glorious future in store.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- You will be food for our God.

- No!
- Your flesh

will provide sustenance for a
being vastly superior to you.

- No!
- Yes.

It's an honor that you die for. Go.

If there are any more runaways,

we'll have to put him on a diet.

- I have called you all here today to pray

for our missing daughters.

Two runaways in two days?
That makes one a day!

At this rate, we'll be
empty in a couple of weeks!

Now I cannot believe there is not one

of you who knows something
about all of this!

At first, Edwina disappears.

Then Angelena runs off the
following night to join her?

- But they fucking hated each other!

- Excuse me?

- Nothing, father.
- Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

Apart from the profanity,

I distinctly heard you say something

about the missing girls.

All she meant was-
- Yes?

- Angelena and Eddie didn't
get along, that's all.

- They never would run away together.

- Really?

Well, it seems that you
two know a great deal

about all of this.

You two, my office, now.
Carry on here, sister.

- Everyone, please rise, and
we'll sing "Holy, Holy, Holy."

- Oh Lord, we humbly beseech
thee to show these sinners

that truth is their
only way to redemption.

Now, repeat after me. The
power of Christ compels me.

- The power of Christ compels me.

Now you.

- The power of Christ compels me!

- The power of Christ compels me!

- The power of Christ compels me!

- Together.

- The power of Christ compels me!

The power of Christ compels me!

The power of Christ compels me!

The power of Christ compels me!

The power of Christ compels me!

- Yes, I know about
the other girl disappearing.

We got the call this morning.
Have you found out anything?

- No, nothing yet. How about you?

- I came up with some
pretty interesting stuff

about Sister Cecilia
and her creepy friend.

Is there any way you can get
out of there, just for an hour?

- What day is this?

- Wednesday, why?

I can't be gone for
long. What did you find?

- Well, it seems our Sister Cecilia

has led a pretty typical life for a nun

until about three years ago.

- What happened then?

- Well, she was teaching
at an all-boys school

when she was gang raped
by some of her students,

13 of them.

- Unlucky.
- It gets better.

She underwent psychiatric testing

and was ordered to take
a leave of absence.

She went on retreat in
Arkham, Massachusetts.

She spent a lot of her time

in the library of Miskatonic University.

- Miskatonic. Why that sound familiar?

- I don't know,

but guess who was working
there at the same time?

- The handyman.
- That's right.

One Charles Dexter Lutkus
was working as a janitor.

- That's great, but still
doesn't explain why.

- Well, there's one other thing.

Shortly before they left Massachusetts,

a rare book was stolen from
the university library.

- A book. So what?

- Well, this book was
called the Necronomicon

and was believed to contain
mystical spells of power.

The professors there say this
is the only copy in existence.

- So you think Sister Cecilia
is practicing black magic?

What next, human sacrifices?

- I know, it's a wacky idea, but-

- Would sure explain a
lot. I gotta get going.

- Wait a minute.

If this is all true, you
could be in serious danger.

- I've gotta get back.
Cherry might need me.

- Who?
- Never mind.

Find out what you can about
Necro whatchamacallit.

Maybe it'll give us a few more answers.

- But-
- I'll call you

in a couple of hours.

- Okay.

- Where were you? Answer me!

Where were you?
- I was out in the yard.

- You were outside all right.
You were outside the grounds.

- But I wasn't.

- Don't make it worse
on yourself by lying,

and what, pray tell, was
this doing in your room?

- I was afraid I was going to have

to report another missing
call to the police!

- I didn't run away. I
just snuck out for a while.

- That still doesn't
tell me where you went.

- I don't wanna say.

- Probably ran off to
meet up with some boy.

- That's not true.

- To engage in sinful carnal pleasures.

- Father, you've got it all wrong.

- Silence!

It doesn't matter why
you left the grounds.

The fact that you did it
is a serious infraction

and must, therefore, be punished.

- Wait, please. You've gotta listen to me.

Something terrible is
going on around here,

and Sister Cecilia is at the bottom of it.

- Sister Cecilia!

- Yes, I know it seems hard to understand,

but she's not as she seems.

She's very disturbed.

- Miss Morgan, really.

- Yes. It's true!

Her and her handyman are practicing things

against God and the Catholic church.

- I see. So now the handyman
is involved in this as well.

- Yes, Father, it's true,

and you've gotta do something about it.

- Oh, I intend to.

Now, kindly lean against the
desk and repeat after me.

- Larissa.
- Cherry, you gotta help me.

- What's happened to you?

- Oh, I just went 10
rounds with Father Fuckhead

and his holy paddle of discipline.

- Sit down.

- I don't think be sitting for awhile.

Listen, Cherry, I gotta
tell you something.

I'm not like the others girls here.

- I know you're not.

- No. I do not mean that.
I'm here undercover.

- You some kind of cop?

- No, no, but I'm working with one.

I'm trying to find out
what happened to my sister.

I think there's a connection
between her disappearance

and those that have happened here.

- You mean like Eddie. I
thought she just ran away.

- I think that Sister
Cecilia and that handyman

have something to do with all this.

- What can I do the help?
- I need to search her room,

and I want you stand watch.

I don't wanna get caught again.

Pretty smooth you picked that lock.

- Just one of my many talents.

- Save it for later.

I want you to stand at this door

and let me know if you see anybody coming.

- Okay.

It's gone.
- What is?

- There used to be a cross hanging here.

I wonder why she took it down.

- I hope it fell on her
head, that awful bitch.

- Keep looking that way.

Jesus Christ.

- Hello, Larissa? It's me.

I found much more stuff
about the Necronomicon book.

Hello? Are you there?

Larissa. What's going on?

Hello?

Hello!

Damn.

- This is it.

- Someone's coming.
- Who is it?

It's Sister Cecilia.

I'm sorry I'm not a good look out.

I'll try it better next time.

- There won't be a next time.

Hand over that book, Miss
Morgan. Hand it over, please.

- Look, I don't know what
you're doing with it,

but I'm not the only
one who knows about it.

- Oh, yes. Your friend,
the young sergeant.

I expect that he'll be
here looking for you.

It's a pity that he's
never gonna to find you.

- Larissa!

- There will be two tonight?
- No, not this one.

She must be found far away from here,

and must look like an accident.

I don't wanna raise any more suspicions.

- What are you gonna do to me?

- You, my dear? I'm going
to invite you to the dinner.

- Really? What are we having?

- It won't be long now.

As soon as Lutkus takes
care of your friend,

it will be your turn.

- Sister Cecilia, you look different.

- Oh, I hope this idiot
doesn't take all night.

- What the-

- Are you okay?
- I'll live.

You were right about the
Sister Cecilia and that book.

- Oh shit.

According to my research, the
Necronomicon holds the secrets

for bringing back the Old Ones.

- The Old Ones?

- They're a race of monstrous beings

that once ruled the planet before man.

Supposedly, they're trapped
in some other dimension now.

By performing rituals that
are described in that book,

a gateway will be open,

and they'll be able to reenter our world.

- What happens to us?

- We'll all be destroyed.

- We've gotta stop them.
- Where is she now?

- I don't know, but I
know someone who does.

- Where's Sister Cecilia?
- No, I'm not gonna tell you.

- How about now?
- Okay.

- Down here.
- That figures.

- My shoelace is untied.

I can't believe that you fell
for the old shoelace gag.

- Shut up and go follow him.

- All this time, I was
trying to protect you

from getting hurt.

- Don't talk, don't
talk. I'll get you help.

- No, no. There is no time for that.

You've gotta stop her.

You've gotta stop her.

- Bastard.

Get away from her, you bitch!

- Larissa. You came for me!

- Just what the hell kind of
weird shit is going on here?

- Since you're so persistent,
I believe I'll tell you.

Beyond that door lies the
vanguard of a new age,

an age where man will be replaced

as the dominant species of the planet.

- Why the hell would you wanna do that?

- Because man is a
filthy, vulgar creature,

ruled by his own lust.

He's not fit to even touch
the sanctity that is woman.

I put myself above such animal passions.

But that wasn't enough.

I was raped, defiled by
the very impure creatures

that the church told me to love.

But then I found a truer, older faith,

a belief that the vermin of humanity

could be purged by a superior race.

- Where have I heard that before?

And just how are you
gonna accomplish all this?

- I unraveled the secrets
of the Necronomicon,

and I have brought forth a being that

will father a new world,
and I will be its mother.

- You mean you plan on
fucking some monster

from beyond and having its children?

You're a lot sicker than I thought.

- I have committed my
body to the future ruler

of the planet.

- What about my sister and the others?

What happened to them?
- Nourishment.

He needed to eat to build his strength,

to bridge the gap between
his world and ours.

Even the future ruler of
a planet needs to eat.

- I have heard enough of this heresy!

Sister Cecilia, I am shocked
at what I see in here.

First, I find that you
have allowed these girls

to leave their rooms after lights out!

Second, I have heard you
expounding beliefs contrary

to Holy Mother Church.

And third, you are out your uniform!

- I could not expect your puny mind

to grasp much less embrace your future.

You and your impotent
God will be destroyed

like all the rest.

- Blasphemy. I cast you out!

What in name of God is that?

- Oh that, that's your destiny,

you and all the other pathetic
doomed members of your race.

- Well, that's finished.

- You can't destroy the world
for your own selfish reasons.

- Oh, yeah? I can, and I will.

You think your religion is any better?

Sure, love they neighbor as long

as he thinks the way you do.

- You condemn the church
because it's run by men,

and man is fallible?

- The church says I have to
go through man to get to God.

Well, I plan on
eliminating the middle man.

- You have to go through me first.

Oh, shit.

No!

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

You.

No. No!

No, I'm your bride!

Let go of me! No!

No. No, no.

- Looks like the wedding's off.

- No, no!

Stop! Stop!

- Let's get outta here.
- No, not yet.

I gonna finish it.

Smile, you son of a bitch!

- You did it! You saved me again.

- Let's get hell outta here.