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(GATE CREAKING)

(SCREECHING)

(DOG HOWLING)

(SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(CACKLING)

(CRYPTKEEPER SPEAKING)

(SINGING) My ghouI thinks I'm a vampire

So she eats garIicjust in case Man, she smeIIs

Yeah, my ghouI thinks I'm a vampire Laughs at me when we embrace

I said, ""Babe, I'm no bIoodsucker""

Wiped that smiIe right offher face

Yeah. Thank you. Thank you very much.

(CHUCKLING)

Now, I'd Iike to pIay for you another IittIe rhythm and booze

decomposition of mine.

It's about a man who's about to make a gored progression of his own

in a nasty five-finger hack-cercise I caII ""About Face.""

(ALL LAUGHING)

BERTHA: Lucy! Where's that water!

Coming!

BERTHA: Push, Emma, push.

I've got the water.

Go to the doctor's house. Get him round here straightaway.

I can't do this meseIf.

But the doctor's aIready here.

He's with Adena !

(GRUNTING)

JONATHAN: You have sinned.

I've sinned, I've sinned!

JONATHAN: But, in sinning, you have made it possibIe for God to truIy Iove you!

Look here, I want to know who did this to you.

I know when I took you in I said I didn't care, but I want to know who did this.

Accept his Iove, feeI it coursing through you!

Was it the man you worked for, Iove?

It must remain sacred. It must remain between us.

Oh, God! It's coming.

I can feeI God smiIing on us.

I can see the baby's head, Emma. Push!

And he is smiIing!

(SCREAMING)

(BABY CRYING)

""So that the question that we shouId be asking ourseIves

""is not what is good or eviI, but rather how do they appear.

""For it is the appearance of eviI rather than its actuaI presence

""which causes us to fear it the most.""

Yes.

WeII, it does possess a certain poetry, does it not?

Yes, indeed.

Let's hope it seIIs as weII as my first book.

You did say it's doing quite weII down at the bookseIIer's, Gordon?

-SeIIing quite weII, Reverend. -Good, good.

WeII, we shaII have to go over aII those Iecture bookings once more.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-I'm not disturbing you, I hope. -Not at aII.

Gordon was just teIIing me that my book is finding its readers.

How nice.

Jonathan, there's someone here to see you.

WeII, you know very weII I never see anyone without an appointment, Sarah,

so teII them to come back another day.

I think you ought to see this person now.

AIone.

It's quite aII right, Reverend. I've got a Iot of work to do.

Do you stiII want me to arrange for you to see Miss PiIchard, today?

The new secretary.

Another one? So soon?

Sometime this afternoon might be convenient, Gordon. Thank you.

I shaII not even dignify what you're impIying with an answer

other than this: If I am to compIete yet another book

and keep pace with my Iecture tours, I need another secretary.

Another secretary Iike the Iast one

and you won't have any more books or Iectures.

I toId you, nothing happened.

Now what is aII this? Who is this that wants to see me?

You teII me.

She says she's your daughter.

AngeIica, sir.

AngeIica.

WeII, now, what a pretty name.

-Do sit down. -Thank you.

Now, what on earth makes you think that I couId possibIy be your father?

The woman who took care of us aIways said you were.

Our mother toId her.

Our mother? I'm sorry, I don't understand.

-I have a twin sister, sir. -Oh, two of you?

How charming.

I appreciate, Miss, you may weII have been toId certain things,

but the fact of the matter is...

Our mother used to work here, sir. As a maid.

When she was with chiId, she was forced to Ieave.

A maid?

Yes, I remember her. She was caIIed Emma.

SureIy you haven't forgotten her, Jonathan?

Where is your mother now?

What happened to her?

She died after giving birth to us.

UntiI now we've been Iooked after by the woman who took her in.

But she's not been weII herseIf

and said the time had come to seek our father's Iove and assistance.

Don't you think it's time we stopped beating about the bush?

What is it you reaIIy want?

Come on. Out with it.

I want nothing except to know my father and to Iove him.

And your sister?

WeII, I cannot speak for her,

but the truth of the matter is, we have nowhere eIse to go.

WouId you mind waiting outside just for a moment?

You have done it now.

We are finished.

Don't be ridicuIous. Who's going to beIieve them?

A coupIe of whores brought up by some charwoman?

I wasn't taIking about them, I was taIking about me.

I have had quite enough.

ReaIIy, Sarah, I shouId have thought that by now

my daIIiances meant absoIuteIy nothing to you.

They do mean nothing.

To be honest, I have never missed sIeeping with you.

But I cannot bear waiting for the inevitabIe whiIe you put everything we have at risk.

Nothing is at risk, provided we're together on this.

AII my Iife I've worked to cuItivate an image

so that I might use that image to spread the word of the Lord.

ReaIIy, Jonathan, I am not interested.

The word of the Lord has done perfectIy weII for you, my dear.

You bring me down now and we Iose everything.

Are you prepared for that?

I say that we send this girI away.

What does it matter what she says?

What's important is what my readers see in me.

And aII those congregations throughout the Iand.

AII of whom yearn for a voice to Iead them.

I am that voice. That's what matters.

UnIess...

What?

There's another way.

WouId you come in, pIease?

AngeIica.

My beIoved daughter.

I want you to go and get your sister and bring her here.

From this moment, my house is yours.

Jonathan?

-Do you mean it, sir? -""Papa."" To you, I am Papa.

I shaII bring my sister back immediateIy, Papa.

(JONATHAN CHUCKLING)

What in God's name have you just done?

A famiIy. It's the perfect image.

And where shaII we say they came from?

I don't know. Let's say that we adopted them.

What greater act of goodness is there?

So, do you Iike it?

-I Iove it, Papa. -Good. I'm gIad.

WeII, I think it's time I met your sister.

Do you know, I don't even know her name.

-Leah. -Leah!

How interesting.

WeII, where is she? Is she in the room next door?

Yes, but she's Iocked herseIf in the bathroom.

WeII, why on earth wouId she do that? What's wrong?

Leah's different.

-She's troubIed. -About what?

She beIieves that you abandoned us.

I didn't even know that you existed.

Yes, I know that, but Leah hasn't forgiven you yet.

I tried to convince her otherwise. I tried to expIain to her

that a man of your importance has many pressures to keep us apart.

But she's quite adamant about her feeIings.

You're just gonna have to give her more time.

She thinks that you're gonna Iet us down again.

WeII, do you beIieve that?

No, Papa. I Iove you.

And aIthough today is the first time we've ever met, I've aIways Ioved you.

So, sIeep weII.

And tomorrow, we'II get to know each other even better.

-TaIk to your sister for me, wiII you? -I wiII, Papa.

-Good night. -Good night.

Good night, Leah.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

AngeIica?

Is that you?

-What in God's name? -SiIence, bIasphemer!

Who...

I'm caIIed Leah. I'm the other one.

But... You... Your sister said you were twins.

Yes, but as you can see, we're not exactIy identicaI.

UnfortunateIy for you.

Cure thyseIf of the affIiction of caring how you appear to others.

Concern yourseIf onIy with how you appear to God.

I don't... I don't recognize the verse.

Speak the truth, woman.

You find me hideous, don't you?

No, I wouIdn't say hideous.

WeII, what wouId you say?

FouI?

UgIy?

Horrid?

ExactIy!

Judge not, Iest ye be judged.

When was the Iast time you Iay with your husband?

Has he not cast you aside for the company of harIots?

Who toId you that?

No one. It's in my bIood.

It's my heritage.

Our marriage is about other things.

A man Iike him, he's married to the church, reaIIy.

Do not defend him !

He is demon seed.

What did you expect? He is a man, isn't he?

A man who abandoned his chiIdren.

BehoId my sword, which strikes with quick and powerfuI vengeance.

So sayeth the Lord!

WeII, and then what?

WeII, there's not much more to teII.

You may be abIe to convince the rest of the worId of your virtues,

but I don't think you'II have much Iuck with her.

-Did you defend me? -No.

And even if I had wanted to, I couId hardIy get a word in.

She's worse than you when it comes to spouting scripture and damnation.

WeII, I can't have this in my house,

a chiId who says such terribIe things about me.

-Is she reaIIy that ugIy? -Trust me. I didn't do her justice.

-WeII, where are you going? -I'm going out.

ANGELICA: Papa, I don't think it wouId be wise.

Leah wiII face you soon enough. She just needs more time.

WeII, I appreciate that, but a Iot of important peopIe come and see me here

and I can't possibIy have some odd-Iooking being

casting aspersions on my character.

Aspersions? I did no such thing.

Last night, I convinced Leah to seek you out and to taIk to you.

But instead of finding you, she found your wife.

And your wife treated her very crueIIy.

CrueIIy? What on earth do you mean?

WeII, she said things about you and about Leah...

TerribIe things.

Papa, you must understand, Leah is trying to Iove you. She wants to desperateIy.

And if she says that that is what happened, then I beIieve her.

Apart from you, she's the onIy person I've ever reaIIy been cIose to.

AngeIica.

(SIGHS)

You're a good sister, and

pIease teII Leah that I'm sorry and I wiII make it up to her.

Right.

WeII, thank you, Papa.

LEAH: I heard what you said to him.

Are you angry with me?

I don't want to Iove him.

He's a sinner and sinners deserve perdition.

Yes, but you must try and forgive him his sins, Leah. He's our father.

-PIease, try and Iove him. -I Iove you.

Yes, I know.

I want you to promise me that we'II aIways be together.

Of course we wiII.

I don't trust him. Promise me.

Okay, I promise.

Now I must finish getting ready.

We've got a Iong day ahead of us.

There are few things worth dying for

except one's honor and, of course,

the greater gIory of God.

(CHUCKLING)

Did you manage to get aII that, Miss PiIchard?

Yes, Reverend. It was very eIoquent.

Oh, thank you.

(CLEARING THROAT)

If you won't be needing me anymore, I'II be on my way, Reverend.

No... No.

Thank you, Gordon. I don't think I do need you anymore this evening.

Has Mrs. Nevin returned yet?

Not yet.

Good night, Reverend.

Good night.

That was a good day's work.

Yes.

Perhaps, I shouId go, too.

Oh, I thought

perhaps I might

offer you a gIass of sherry.

Why, yes, I think I shouId Iike that.

JONATHAN: It must remain between us. You understand?

This is what God wanted, you see. This is what God wanted.

(GASPING)

Reverend?

(GASPS)

And the Lord commandeth that thou shaIt smite the harIot

and aII those who Iie with her.

You IittIe demon, what have you done?

I was the messenger.

I deIivered the sign.

(SCREAMING)

What on earth is going...

Dear God!

-What have you done? -I didn't do this!

That...

She's gone.

You've ruined us!

I didn't kiII her! Are you mad? I don't even know who she is.

Your wretched IittIe heII spawn did this!

How dare you?

-You murderer! -Jonathan, I swear.

You're not gonna expIain this away!

We're never gonna save face now!

Maybe, maybe I don't have to!

(CHOKING) What are you doing?

What you want.

What we both want.

I'm giving you a way out.

(NECK CRACKLING)

AngeIica.

AngeIica. Sweetheart!

My precious.

PIease Iisten to me.

(GIRL WHIMPERING)

Something has happened. I...

I need to go away for a whiIe, I...

Perhaps America, I want to start aII over again, I...

I want you to come with me.

Just the two of us.

WouId you Iike that?

AngeIica?

What's wrong?

I knew if we came here this wouId happen.

Leah!

I knew you'd try to take her away from me.

-No. -And Iook what your sins have created.

Repent, sinner!

The great day of wrath is come, and who shaII be abIe to stand?

And then shaII the wicked be reveaIed,

whom the Lord shaII consume with the spirit of his mouth!

AduIterer!

FaIsifier!

(SCREAMING)

Desecrater!

God is my protector!

He is the Word!

And the Word shaII set you free!

Father, what have you done?

Oh, God, no!

No!

Poor Jonathan invites his daughters to stay with him

and ends up aghast in his own home.

I guess he knows now, he'II never terror them apart.

(CHUCKLING)

As for me, I think I'II do one more number then caII it a night.

Now that's a sick-string guitar.

(CACKLING)