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Joe you hear that?

No, hear what?

I thought Big Red wasn't scared of anything?!

You getting the heebee jeebies friend?

I am the heebee jeebies.

Remind me why junior g-man is coming along for a ride?

I'm just here to make sure that whatever's in that box, and one pretty lady,

make another 600 miles to Fairfield without any trouble.

So what's in the box?

Should I tell him?

I'm a life spider.

Probably the most deadly arachnid in the world.

Only this one seems to house a plausibly demonic entity.

Do you think in my chamber?

That's not the half of it.

There's all manner of bizarre phenomena associated with this creature.

Temporal, gravitational, I mean, things you wouldn't believe I barely

believe in, and I've catalogued the photographic evidence in detail.

It's been kept sedated in a state of sensory deprivation

until we can analyze it in a more controlled setting.

I mean, you're not hearing that.

Hellboy, you okay?

What's happening?

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Oh!

AHHHHH!

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

Hey, lay down a sec.

I like them better small.

Don't let him get away.

Don't let him get away.

Oh, crap.

Who builds a tunnel to hell in the middle of the woods?

Some kind of ventilation shaft.

Coal mining country.

Appalachia.

Well, that's just swell.

We lost the cargo.

After you.

Okay.

Field work, huh?

It's not much like research, is it?

I just don't get it.

Spider, what made it go crazy like that?

Something in these hills.

Trees.

And the dirt.

Something haunted.

Evil.

This place has a stink.

Smell pine needles?

Underneath that, Jo.

Madness.

Death.

Called out to Daddy Longlegs.

Woke him up.

How do you know that?

Dark things call to dark things.

We are so screwed.

Screw-chewed and tattooed.

We need to find a father.

We need to call this in.

Which

one of us stands out more?

It's the devil come up the road.

No, it ain't.

Get...

It's that red fella from the United Nations.

I've seen him once on the cover of Life magazine.

United Nations?

Look at you.

Little oriental doll.

Ain't you a pretty thing?

I'm Special Agent Song, ma'am.

We've been in an accident.

Do you happen to have a phone?

Sure we do.

It's in back next to the color television.

And the chicken that shits out silver dollars.

And the Mercedes Benz.

Okay.

May as well come inside.

Anna.

He's on some water rags.

It's all cut up and bloody.

Oh, no, that's not necessary.

What happened to him?

I moved him up since I found him.

Anyone thought of taking him?

Taking him to the doctor?

You guys have doctors, right?

Well, you'd like him as a rug.

Truck's out.

Anyhow, ain't no doctor going to do him no good.

Why is that?

Because he witched, that's why.

Witched?

Child didn't have no sense.

Kept teasing that Cora Fisher.

Throwing rocks at her window, leaving dead things for her to find.

Told him he better stay away from her.

Everyone knows Cora Fisher be a witch.

You said Cora Fisher?

Tom Farrell.

I will be damned.

I ain't dead yet.

Never thought we'd see you around these parts again.

How many years it been, Tom?

A spell, I reckon.

I found this in the doorstep.

Shit.

Witch ball.

I've heard of these.

No.

Better not.

That's what made that mark there, ma'am.

You said Cora Fisher did this?

Why, you know her?

Used to.

She wasn't a witch back then.

Take off that boy's clothes and boil them, calling out Cora Fisher's name.

If she's the one that witched him, that'll bust the spell.

You going up there, ain't ya?

I reckon I will.

First I oughta stop by and see my mama.

Sorry, Tom.

I thought you knew.

She...

died?

It was her time now.

Her brother come up to fetch her.

Took her back east.

Oh, ain't that right.

What about my daddy, then?

Never did see much of him.

Not once since you left.

I guess he finally took himself to death.

Weren't ever much good.

Well, friends.

Ma'am.

I'll be on my way.

Just a second, Mr. Farrell.

Um, was it?

It's Tom.

Tom.

This witch, Cora.

You might say this sort of thing falls under our sphere of expertise.

Do you mind if we come along?

Excuse us.

Tom.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Field work.

Field work?

You're lucky to be alive.

I'm taking you back to headquarters.

Where you belong.

In the library, spilling coffee on your weird old books.

There's something going on here.

You said it yourself.

This place has the stink.

Yeah, it does.

It's exactly why you shouldn't be here.

Look, I, I, I, I need to understand it.

Okay, and not from some weird old book, but for real.

Like you do.

Besides, are you really in such a hurry to help Grammy lost the cargo?

If y'all are coming along, you best come along.

Look at you.

All pie-eyed.

What you come see Grammy open for?

Huh?

What's that?

They want to know how to make a witch ball.

Well, I'll tell you.

It's easy peasy.

You dance around.

Buck naked.

Calling out blood a weasel.

Tail a rat.

Guts and bladder of a black cat.

Buzzard eggs and baby's nails.

Foot of toad frog.

Brain of bat.

And you put a pot to boil and it all goes in.

Cut some hairs from your head.

And your nethers.

And wrap them.

Around a gob of stuff from the pot.

Make them round and a good size for throwing.

And that's that.

You people.

Want to trade your souls for some balls of poison?

Grammy Oakum says.

Go right at it.

And she'll see you in hell.

Magazines said they found you in a church in England.

So they tell me.

That's alright.

Everybody knows the devil can't set foot in no church.

You know I'm not actually, uh...

The devil?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

You already met that son of a bitch.

You don't look nothing like you.

Here's Cora's place.

Cora?

It's Tom.

Tom Farrell.

Cora?

Cora?

You know this girl pretty well, huh?

Well...

We, uh, we weren't much more than kids.

We were sweethearts.

Figured we'd...

always be together.

It was a long time ago, I guess.

Oh, girl.

What would you do?

Write fucking witch balls.

There's more.

What do you make of this?

Well, she must be out roaming around.

Just gotta wait for her to get back.

The demon familiar, I spit.

I hate those.

They feed on the witch they're attached to.

They feed off each other.

The witch, the animal.

According to the lore, they function as symbiotic parasites.

The lore.

The lore, have mercy.

My mother was a witch.

I bet they left that little detail out in your magazine, huh, Tom?

Hmm?

I never met my mother.

Never wanted to.

In fact, everything I ever knew about witches.

On the way up here, you mentioned you saw the devil.

Some fifteen years ago.

About a mile from this very spot.

I come upon a stream.

And there she was.

Oh, not the devil.

Close enough.

Her name was Effie Cole.

I knew her right off.

She was trouble.

And I'm ashamed to say, I forgot all about poor old Cora Fisher after that.

You see, Effie, she was a witch.

She got me all twisted up.

Thinking, maybe I ought to be a witch too.

And all they talk about having power over other folks.

Made it sound real good.

Yeah.

So, I went out and I got me a dead black cat.

When my ma was out, I boiled it on a stove top until it went all to pieces.

Took that mess down to the creek.

Cleaned off the bone.

Effie told me, whatever bone I was holding when the

devil showed up, that was going to be my lucky bone.

So arbitrary.

Yeah.

I heard tales about him all my life.

Mr. Anselm, some of the old folks called him.

Most just called him the crooked man.

Crooked man.

Ooh.

The story goes, Mr. Anselm was one of the first white

men who came here from Europe hundreds of years ago.

He played both sides in the war between the states.

Came to be a very rich man.

Sounds like a real clever little fella.

How did that work out for him?

They say heaven don't have much room for rich folks.

They got plenty down there.

Yeah.

They sent him back out to claim souls instead of legal tenure.

They say he takes a copper penny for every soul that claims from the devil.

If he gets enough of them, one day he'll be rich again.

One look at old Mr. Anselm scared all them witchy thoughts right out of me.

God lit off her home, swearing the whole way to be good again.

I even took that lucky bone.

Threw it as far as I could.

Somehow I never could be rid of it.

I was so scared when I got home, I just kept right on running.

Guess that's how I wound up in the army.

And I've come through it.

I got a scratch.

It ain't cause I was born lucky.

I'm smart.

I'm up.

I'm quite the opposite.

It's got power in it.

Just like that old witch said.

It's got the power to hurt people.

But I never used it.

Not once.

But like I said, I never wished harm on anybody my entire life.

But not even them boys over there trying their damndest to put holes in me.

And you think that means I ain't really a witch?

You hear something?

You guys see me lying in socks?

You should try.

It's alright.

Cora, it's alright.

Enjoying that field work, Jo?

How do you get used to this?

Gotta get you by the fire.

While you're down in Cora, I know I was a shit for

brains kid back there, but you know what's the smart way?

After you left, I didn't know what to do.

Took up what Nate said.

We married, but he died.

Our babies died.

I was all alone, Tom.

It's alright, you just gotta rest now, okay?

You just gotta rest.

They're coming for me.

They out there with Tom, and they want my soul and they go heavy.

Not while I'm here.

Not while I'm here.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Ah!

Shh!

She's out there.

She's out there.

Shh!

Shh!

Shh!

Uh...

Hey!

You alright?

Who's this now?

This ain't who I come to see.

Well, don't I just like the look of you.

She never did have much use for going to church clothes.

There's my Tommy!

She don't look a day older than the last time I saw her.

Only way to tell how old a witch is, you gotta cut her leg off and count the ranks.

You come back to see me, Tommy?

Hell no, I ain't!

You know who I came to see.

Not that pitiful thing Cora Fisher I hate.

Why, she ain't even much worth tormenting, but I'd do it all the same.

Well, how's a girl expect you to pass the time?

I don't know what you ever saw in that tragic little creature, Tommy.

Why, she barely got any soul to steal.

Now you keep her name out of your mouth, you wicked old whore!

I'm just playing.

You remember how I like to play, Tom.

Don't you?

I know why you're here.

And he knows it, too.

Hee-haw!

Let's just call it...

...unfinished business, sweet.

I know.

I am to finish it.

What'd you think?

Still a while here or more spunked in sins, ain't you?

Hey, that's enough of that.

You tell your master if he wants to get to DC.

These poor folks is gonna have to go through me.

You?

Mister, he ain't a tiny bit afraid of you.

And Tommy, I never forgot him.

He asked me to give you a present.

Freddy don't look like much.

I've been riding him pretty hard every night since you left.

Guess he pretty near wore out.

Damn.

Percy what happened to Cole?

Cursy.

This can't be real.

What are you waiting for?

The

What's happening?

Wait, wait, wait.

Danny, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Tell me.

That's you, boy.

You should come home.

You... come.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Cora?

Is Reverend Watts still in that little church up on the side of the mountain?

He is, but you can't go up there at all.

You are in heavy cold.

Crooked man is waiting on you.

Maybe he is.

Maybe that's why I came back.

I'm going to have it out with that old devil.

Not before I get this sinner buried in church ground.

Oh my God, Cora!

Oh, you didn't want me to squash you?

No, squashing is good.

Totally approved.

If you ever breathe.

If you ever breathe.

If you ever breathe.

Give me your love.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hey, try to get some C's, okay?

You're right.

God bless you, baby.

God bless you.

Do you want me to take him for a while?

It's my sins that done him.

He's my burden to carry.

Think of it a little different.

I think sins are just a part of who we are.

If we're all done with him, you die with him.

You mean like Adam and Eve kind of sin?

I mean since you can't shake.

You saw them off.

They just grow back.

Speaking metaphorically.

Friendly folks around here.

Saw to the dimers.

Maybe you can help me with something, Cora.

Cha.

I've been studying spells.

What makes them tick.

It's more than just the words, right?

I mean, an incantation on its own does nothing.

Well, in my case, I sold my mortal soul off to the devil.

Said it probably helps increase the will soon.

Right.

Besides that?

Needs to touch your heart.

When I do a hex, I think of the saddest thing I can.

That it seems to make the magic.

Come on.

Stronger.

Ain't none of my bit news.

Ma'am.

We've been trying to do witch magic.

It's just research.

You want to be real careful with that.

Cool mining country.

Whole territory snake full of tunnels.

If these woods are alive, the tunnels are like veins underneath the skin.

And the

Another great monster plans toホ enter.

You're gonna have it this time.

That's alright.

Everybody knows the devil can't save...

I think you know.

That's your mama.

Ain't it?

She had to get out of pain for all them sins.

Now she had no rest from tormenting.

She ain't safe to wait for more days than I know to come.

Sins?

It couldn't have been that bad.

Right?

They were many.

Consorted with demons.

Flew upon the black goat and gave herself to the sabre.

Changed her shape into that of Farmeans.

And things unnameable.

He's here.

A beast takes many forms.

This be but one.

Shwee!

I need...

Sarah.

Fuck.

Please.

Mercy.

If you won't forgive me, then take all to God.

To God?

No.

This is where you belong.

My master.

What more can I give thee?

So much more.

And nothing...

from the new life growing inside of you.

... ...

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

...

...

... ...

...

... ... ... Easy, easy.

I'm fine.

Oh shit, my head feels like mini-min now, so I'll take a swing at it.

Cora!

Cora!

Cora!

Cora!

I used it.

I used the lucky bone with you.

If I wouldn't have wished before, I surely am now.

There you go, Daddy.

It's a consecrated ground.

Let's get you inside your old center.

Reverend?

Yeah, you?

Tom Ferrell?

How'd you know, Reverend?

She told me.

She?

There's a girl here.

Come in, a couple of minutes for you.

She told me.

She fell as bold as breath.

You don't see her?

Well, maybe she's a ghost.

Is it Cora Fisher?

Cora Fisher?

Yep.

Remember her when she was just a little tadpole?

Devil might have got her body.

But he didn't get her soul.

Yes, you did.

You hit him.

Figured he ought to be buried in proper church ground.

So you should.

But I think you've got another purpose of being up here on the hot kind, don't you?

Yes, sir.

We, uh...

We aim to go up that hill.

You're going to his house?

Now, why'd any damn fool want to do a thing like that for?

My daddy's dead.

Cora?

You're dead?

I'm sorry, girl.

Maybe all that's left to do is surrender myself to him.

Tell him, take my body.

Take my soul.

Take your goddamn penny.

Just so long as there's no more killing on my conscience.

And if they're all a deal, it's a deal, ain't it?

That's ridiculous.

You were just a kid.

A deal with a demonic entity?

How can that possibly be binding?

Oh, it'd be bindin'.

Hellboy.

Yeah, it's kind of binding.

Well, look.

There may be some wiggle room.

It's what I'm here for.

To renegotiate.

Negotiate, my ass.

He do seem like a pretty persuasive fella, Reverend, don't he?

Men's pride and folly, all that is.

Well, if you're gonna go, best do it when the sun's up in the sky.

His power's stronger than when it's dark.

Y'all stay at nine.

We got a boogie woogie for each.

Looks like we still have some daylight left.

You sure about that?

No, no, the earth, the earth doesn't spin.

It, it, that's not how it works.

We're on his time.

I'm in the hurricane.

A lot of witches around these forests.

Oh, not bad.

Used to be plenty of regular folks, too.

Nowadays, mostly just witches.

Hallelujah.

And I will lead the blind by a way they know not.

And I will make the darkness light.

And I will cut for you.

In the crooked things.

Stripped.

...

...

... ...

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

...

I'd like to have some excessively high -caliber ammo on hand.

Just in case.

Tommy!

Tommy!

I know you can hear me in there.

Ain't you had enough trouble for one day?

It ain't even really that good.

All your friends in that church with you.

They all gonna die.

All on your account.

So I ain't gotta come out and face them.

I know this is us.

Don't shake this hard.

Where been the coal mines?

Do they run under this church?

Oh, they run everywhere.

Coal mines collapsed about 30 years ago.

That last time the ground shook like that.

Only men killed.

Buried alive.

Great place to build a church, huh, Joe?

Where's Tom?

Tommy!

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

I don't expect to see me.

Bring me my lucky bow.

Tom Theron.

And I'm gonna give it to you.

You gotta make me one promise.

That no harm comes to those good folks in there.

But it was you who put them in harm's way.

Not I.

Shh.

All right, baby.

All right.

I don't think so.

See, I didn't like this deal.

You want it too bad.

And that makes me not want you to have it.

Go on inside, Tom.

Go.

Well, ain't you a pug, ugly son of a bitch?

Top calling the cattle black here, but...

Jesus sakes.

Didn't that folk broad in the tree mention you weren't afraid of me?

Well, guess what?

I'm not afraid of you either.

So why don't you turn around?

Take your crooked ass out of here and take those dizzy bitches with you.

You had a different aspect when you watched your mother burn.

What the hell you say, Gumby?

Begone from this church, Mr. Otsell.

You begone!

You saw how she is.

This sorrowful thing.

She suffers so.

But I have in my power her.

Mollify her pain.

Let her... Set it so... they win.

Really?

You would do that?

Yeah.

Something small in return is all I have.

For you... to stop the head in that little tall barrel.

And bring it hither.

Or just...

renegotiate it.

Ain't we?

I'm sure we can see...

I... You are.

..

like me.

And you are... like them.

Come on, Snake.

Let's rattle.

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

God, I'm hurt!

...that lucky bone from you.

Ain't nothin' in here for sale to you, my son-in-cell!

Do it.

Okay.

Come on, Jo, you gotta pull harder.

Come on!

Oh, I know you got no use for legal tender, old man.

But what about time?

Time?

What did you give for ten years of it?

What are you doing to me, Satan?

How bad?

20?

Fix up those eyes of yours while we're at it.

Come on.

No, son!

I can feel it by my ears and my mouth.

I don't want no afflictions.

And I don't want nothin' else.

Abby Riley done poisoned two husbands.

How'd she get planted in a churchyard?

So many sinners in this consecrated ground.

I do Flesh rots when the sin gulps out.

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Sys мы Okay, are you sure you're okay?

Because you want to stick your finger?

No, I do not.

You can't keep bleeding like this.

I'll be fine.

No, you will not be fine.

It's part of the job.

Okay.

I can't even get my hands on her.

How do I do it?

Fuck.

That

just came out of nowhere.

It looks a little different, doesn't it?

Mm-hmm.

You always did like them pretty girls, didn't you, Reverend?

I could feel your eyes on me giving them Sunday sermons.

If you go lay back down, Abigail, this ain't your world no more.

Kiss me, Father.

Kiss me like you always wanted to.

Kiss this.

What are you doing?

Kelly Hicks.

For Decatur.

For Decatur!

Jacob Sandler.

Yeah.

Josie Warren.

Philandra.

Grecia.

Lyin' the cake.

What?

What was that?

What was that?

Make her do Grecia.

Yeah, that was it.

Florest, sin bacon, sin, sin, sin.

Bring Gorma Chow and kill her.

I'll kill her, Nathan!

Damn it, Nathan!

God damn it!

They were dead, apparently.

I

am a perfect man.

None of us is.

I've got a shadow in my heart like anyone else.

But you won't see that light, girlfriend.

I'm gonna let it blaze right inside of you.

Just like that light be blazing for me.

I'm on fire.

I'm gonna bust that evil wide open.

I'm gonna squeeze it.

I'm gonna squeeze the Holy Spirit into this vile, unlucky bone.

I can't feel it.

Every grave in this yard's been dug with its soul.

If it ain't for God, then nothing is.

I rot in this town.

Me?

Please comfort me.

I work.

He's going home.

No.

Uh-uh, that way, no.

We call this in and come back with the whole team.

Better to finish this.

He's hurt.

He's weak.

Joe, you're done.

You're staying back here with the Reverend.

No!

If you don't come back, you'll keep going down that

mountain and you don't stop until you find the telephone.

Don't ever come back here.

What?

Keep the shovel.

It's been called back since I can remember.

Long time back, a hurricane blew down a mess of trees on this mountain.

They never grew back.

No one still alive remembers it.

Might have been a thousand years ago, for all I know.

And hell, maybe there wasn't no hurricane at all.

How's that?

Well, the Indians say it's always been bad.

They say there's ghosts and critters up here, older than the flood.

Scarce animals.

Mishonikins.

Mountain spirits.

Hear me out, man.

Lovecraft-type scenario.

The old gods forcing their way into our world trying to save us.

I don't know nothing about that, but it's a

queer, bad-feeling place, that's for sure.

We all need a new show.

Something in these hills.

Something haunted.

Evil.

And the trees.

And the dirt.

Goddammit!

Tom said these hills were like a living thing.

Come again?

He said, the old minds were like its circulatory

system, its veins running underground.

The crooked man, I think.

I think he draws power from it.

You got somethin' on the Ole' Mind here.

- I'm not over fighting.

Maybe if we disrupt the power source, we can hurt him.

What?

I'm talking about sabotage.

If this were a war and those tunnels were supply lines, we'd plant dynamite.

You're gonna dynamite that mine?

No.

Maybe something better.

A spell.

Girl, get out of your motherfucking mind.

I didn't know if it was real.

Or if it was just a story they tell little chaps to scare them.

Are you ready?

They tell me them stories too.

They go down into them mines.

Make me understand why they built a church on top of

a very convenient access to a collapsed coal mine.

Explain it to me like I'm a little...

a little slow.

Suppose they thought it was some kind of doorway between this world and the other.

They reckon they'd drop a church on top.

Consecrate the soil.

Block the doorway.

Maybe not such a swell idea.

Looks alright up until today.

It's dark down there.

Dark as the devil's asshole.

If we going...

I'm bringing this along.

Maybe it got a bit of holy left in it.

We?

No, Reverend, I... Down there, I ain't much more blind than you is, girl.

I was never blind.

I always figured rich folks had them some real fine soirees.

Real fine.

Bet

you're wishing your friend was here.

Yeah, he's not afraid of anything.

I know some he afraid of.

He afraid to tell you how he really feel about you.

Tom?

Tom?

Tom!

No more!

When's the last time you felt the touch of a woman, Tom?

Have all these years been so lonesome?

Did you sit up and dream about me?

I know, dear.

I bet you never stopped thinking about the way I touched you.

You got out something hard for me, John!

Yeah, I do.

Although I'm my son... ...

thine eye is a test.

Let's not pretend this is some beautiful moment.

I don't care about you.

You never gave a damn about me.

Thou shalt look upon me and say these things.

I SHALL LET YOU BURN!

I can't stand it.

This pain under my feet.

For their many scenes are done.

All earth's witches end at the sign.

As only one works and this pain...

...destroy me, my son...

...I cant do that.

You can't ask me to do that.

Oh, thy scorn...

...but thy wrath.

Thou wilt right to hate men.

I hate it myself!

Myself!

This goddamn monster you made!

Dust

without meaning.

This can't be another way.

There is none.

Shit!

You alright big fella?

Yeah.

Some kind of booby trap.

A spell.

I almost...

... It smells like death.

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...and virtue.

Wait here.

No!

No no no no no no!

Jacob no no!

That's twice!

I saved your forked tongue, brother.

But you'll be by our side soon enough.

Sucking that black teat in half.

You must die in this house.

To feed the Earth beneath.

To feed these hills.

These ancient stones that do live.

Hey, they're devil!

Yeah.

I got something for you.

That's a quarterfisher.

Go on and choke on it, you son of a bitch.

Look at this devil.

Foolish and so into thinking he's a man.

Your road ends in the dark.

Like mine.

And this witch...

...might...

...you...

...burn... ...both of you...

...like

your witch mother burns.

That's all for you.

It's all souls, ain't it?

Look at it.

You think that one's mine?

I don't know.

Guess you'll find out someday.

Like all of us.

You know what I think, Tom?

I think that so-called lucky bone of yours...

...I think it's just a cat bone.

All this time you thought it held the power, but...

...I think the power was in you.

It was afraid of you.

It was right to be.

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...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

...it was right to be.

You've been with us all brown for a year, isn't it?

Joe!

Joe!

He went inside the tunnels.

Unbelievable.

You're supposed to be the smart one.

Yeah, you're telling me.

Oh, look.

Nice field work, right?

Besides, I wasn't down there by myself.

I was with the Reverend the whole time.

Never would have gotten out of there without him.

I can't wait for the sixties.

Sixties?

Yeah.

Say my deckie, little Joe.

I feel good times are coming.

I think so, too.

Me neither.

I can't wait to get home and just document all of this.

Yeah, that Tom Farrell's not a bad egg.

Lucky you came along when we did.

He just needed a little push, that's all.

Hey!

Not afraid of anything, are you, big guy?

Yeah, well, there's an upside to being like this, Joe.

You see this face in the mirror long enough, the monsters don't look too bad.

Yeah, yeah.

There's something you're afraid of, though.

There you are.

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