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Vampires Uncut - Horror 1998 English

How's it look?

Like another New Mexican shithole.

Perfect spot for a nest.

Let's hit it.

All right. Gio?

Bene dica vow omnipotens deus.

In no mine Patrius, et Filius, et Spiritus Sanctus. Amen.

- Amen. - Everything set?

Ready, boss.

Alright, we think we got a nest inside this place.

Figure at least six goons, maybe more.

Chances are, we'll find the master in there somewhere.

Rule number five: If you find the nest you find the master.

He usually won't leave it on it's own.

So it's strictly by the book today, gentlemen.

Questions?

Let's get to work.

- I'll do it, boss. - My turn.

Anthony.

Easy with that door. Slow...

and easy.

Sorry, boss.

Jesus!

- What was that? - I don't know.

Did I wake you up out there, Montoya?

Relax. Dead body. Bled out and cold. Been here awhile.

Dead body. Bled out and cold.

Suck it up.

Bambi!

Get it off!

Dump her! Hold your fire!

Get it off now!

Now fire!

What?

I don't know, Padre, hang on a minute.

What's going on in there, boys?

Hey Deyo, don't make fucking hanging, what's going on in there?

Yeah, we got a live one. Female goon.

We'll save her for you, Montoya.

Open wide, baby.

Come on, Anthony, stick her!

- Clear! Stake her! - Pull her!

Montoya, we got a fish! Go! Go!

Go for Montoya.

We're losing him!

Bambi, reload!

Shit!

Catlin!

Safety on, boss!

- Got it? - Clear! Clear!

Oh, Lord.

Reload.

Hey! Come on, right here.

Die! Die!

Die!

Fucking die! Die!

There you go.

Fuck it! Not only ugly, smells bad. Oh, Jeez!

Give me the radio.

- Everybody okay? - Yeah, boss.

Montoya, we got another one. He's dead. Send in the cable. Hook him up.

Yeah, give me a minute, alright?

May her soul and the souls of all the people departed...

with the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.

Nothing like a little head, eh, Padre?

Okay, boys. Time to mop it up.

Deyo, Ortega, Bambi. Upstairs.

Catlin, Anthony, Davis.

- Basement. - Got it.

Enjoy the barbecue, baby!

- Alright! - Yeah!

One, two, three, four...

five, six, seven, eight...

nine! Goons, man!

- It's not a bad day's work. - That's my lucky number.

You're the man.

What is it, Jack? Is something wrong?

Yeah... Where was the master?

Want us to check the house one more time?

He's not there.

You don't suppose there's another nest somewhere, do you?

Sure as hell better not be.

All right.

- Let's get out of here. - Get the hookers!

Thank you for all your help.

Yeah Father, I've spent the last two weeks...

running whores and buying out liquor stores for these bunch.

- When the hell are they gonna leave? - We're clearing out tomorrow.

I can't say that I'm sorry to hear it.

You get that little package from us?

Yeah, I got it.

Good, you're happy then.

You all work together?

That's right.

What do you do?

We kill vampires.

I briefed Rome. They're wiring a payment to the Monterey account.

- Thanks, Gio. - Also, Cardinal Alba's flying into Santa Fe.

- He wants to meet with you tomorrow. - Tomorrow is my day off.

Jack, not any more.

Listen.

What do you figure happened to the master?

I don't know, Padre.

A master won't usually leave a nest filled with goons.

Yeah, what says he's still in New Mexico? You know, he could be anywhere by now.

Why would he run? It's not like he knew we were coming.

No, really. What do you guys do?

I'm not kidding. We kill vampires.

Hey, Catlin, tell the lady what we do for a living.

Kill vampires. Hunt them down.

Kick the shit out of them.

Right.

I know how you feel, baby. Nobody believes in vampires.

See, the thing is, we know vampires are stalking the earth.

We also know there's a God too.

We just don't understand him.

Nice party.

Yeah.

So you look like you got something other than me on your mind.

Then telling me about it?

I was just looking for something today, I didn't find it.

- That can be a real pain in the ass. - Yeah.

Maybe you should try looking somewhere else?

I can tell you where you might want to start.

Well, Jesus, you're right.

I should've been looking in a whole different place.

So why don't you get me something to drink?

And we can meet back in your...

room.

That's the first good idea I heard today.

Deyo, give me a couple beers, will you?

You're magnificent, you know? Have I ever told you that?

- You better slow down, Padre. - No, no, I'm... I'm... I'm not drunk.

- Oh, really? - No, no, no, no.

What, are you on acid?

Doesn't it feel beautiful?

Something you'll never forget.

I know I won't.

- I think we're out of beer. - Are we now.

I think we ought to knock over a liquor store.

Hell, why not? I don't give a shit any more.

Oh, no, no, no, no... I... I... I'm...

I got beer.

Got beer in the other room.

Fucking people. I don't know why I got to take care of everybody.

And you.

- You... You don't go anywhere. - Okay.

I got plans for you.

Jack Crow.

No!

- Quick! The pickup. - Keys!

Come on! Come with me!

Did he bite you?

Wait!

I can use you. Come here.

Come on!

Leave the bitch! She's fucking dead anyway!

Just take her. I can use her. Go!

Step on it, Montoya! God damn it!

- Hit it! - I'm going!

Jesus Christ, Jack! He's right behind us!

Come on! Come on! Go!

Hit it!

Kill him!

Fuck.

You okay?

Can you walk?

You alive? Come on!

Come on.

- What're you doing? - She's going with us. Oh, fuck!

He just bit her, man!

She hasn't turned yet. Come on.

Well, she's on her way!

It's under 48 hours, the telepathic link with the master won't hold.

So what!

After she'll start receiving his thoughts, seeing what he sees!

Exactly. Like a surveillance camera.

So we can find him and shove a stick right up his ass!

I'm going to use this piece of shit...

to get to the master and whoever tipped him off.

Come on, Tony. We were set up. He knew my fucking name! Come on.

- Come on. - Who the fuck set us up?

I don't know, but I want the son of a bitch.

Can you walk? Hey!

Wake up! Can you walk? Are you with me?

Come on!

Do you hear me? Well?

This ain't my first time to the dance. Let's go.

Hey, cowboy!

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm going to borrow your car.

Just say, "Help yourself".

- You want me to say what? - Shut the fuck up! Or..

I'll blow your fucking teeth out of the back of your head, asshole.

Back off!

Help yourself, boy.

Much obliged, partner.

Come on! Come on!

Get in!

Take her to Apache Springs. Plaza Hotel.

Hole up there. I'll find you as soon as I can.

- Dump this thing. Take the jeep. - You can't bury them all, Jack.

- Get going. - I need to talk to you!

We're wasting time!

Rule number seven:

Never bury a team member by yourself.

This comes under special circumstances.

The whole fucking team's been slaughtered!

- I can handle it! - Bullshit! You know better.

- You got any bright ideas? - Yeah...

we kill the whore, bury the team together and head back to Monterey.

If you want to pull out...

- go ahead. - I didn't say that.

Somebody's changed the rules. We got to do whatever it takes.

We got less than 11 hours, until the sun goes down.

If you got something else to say, spit it the fuck out!

Yeah, I got something else to say. Don't take too fucking long!

I get nervous when you're not around.

- How you doing? I need a room. - For how long?

- A few days. - It's 375 dollars a week.

Plus 25 dollars for the cable TV.

- What's the fucking total, guy? - That's... huh, 400 dollars.

Is that your girlfriend?

No, it's my fucking mother. Give me the key.

Hey!

Come on. Take my arm.

Hey, wake up, will you? Let's go!

Jack Crow.

Cerritos at 14th and Santa Fe. Need immediate pickup.

None of them.

I'm alone.

Dead.

Sources close into the investigation report that all the bodies were decapitated.

The remain of the heads were found buried a mile from the murder scene.

The number of confirmed dead now stands at 19...

with police still combing the ruins of the motel.

Of course, we'll be standing by here all day...

to bring you any further updates.

Forget it.

Jack.

Buon giorno.

Come. Please sit down.

Who's this?

Oh, this is, uh...

Father Adam Guiteau.

Father Adam's in charge of our archives. A...

bookworm.

And he's completely familiar with all your activities...

so speak freely.

Tell me what happened.

We cleaned out the nest near Fort Union.

That night the master showed up.

No master was ever like this.

Superhuman strength. Unkillable, like a machine.

We didn't stand a chance. So, tell me if I'm wrong, Cardinal...

but couldn't he be the one, we always talked about?

The one we knew would come along one day?

There are some other developments.

Sad developments.

Tom.

Our Tom. Our Tom Callahan. He's dead.

And the whole European team is wiped out.

When?

Three days ago.

Callahan's team was clearing a large nest in Cologne, Germany.

Local authorities reported it as a terrorist act.

We found this at the site.

Is he the one?

Yes.

What is this?

A... Celebratum.

It's... uh, medieval Latin, for "celebrate".

"Celebrate this".

- Celebrate what? - Well, uh...

We don't know.

I've authenticated the portrait. It was painted in 1340.

The subject's name is... was... Valek.

Jan Valek, born in Prague, 1311. He was a priest...

who turned against the Church and led Bohemian peasants...

in an uprising, actually capturing several small towns.

Valek was captured.

He was tried for heresy and burned at the stake.

But...

after his death there were reports...

that he was seen walking at night.

It was said he killed the living to drink their blood.

They opened his grave, and it was found empty.

It's the first known case of vampirism.

A priest.

Valek is not like the other masters you've hunted before.

He is the first... and most powerful.

Of our slayers, you are the only one who faced Valek...

and survived.

I'm going back out.

- You mind if I hang on to this? - Jack...

I've been in contact with Rome. The Vatican Council requests...

that you rebuild your team.

- There isn't time. - You're to return to Monterey...

recruit new team members...

and try again when you are at full strength.

Father Adam will accompany you and take the place...

of poor Father Giovanni.

I don't think so.

Jack!

Jack!

This is non-negotiable.

Valek is the original. The source of the disease.

The first vampire created by the Catholic Church...

- By accident. - Shut the fuck up!

This was your fight, Cardinal. Now it is mine.

Jack!

Jack!

If you refuse to obey the rules, the operation will be cancelled...

the funding withdrawn.

You have any idea how this... Valek... knows my name?

Stay close to him.

What's your name?

Do you understand what's happened to you?

Help me!

Hey! Don't fuck with me, honey!

I'll snap your neck like a twig!

Now nod your head yes or no.

Do you understand what's happened to you?

Do it!

All right.

Now I'm going to explain it to you.

First, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth.

You scream...

Good.

Now.

What's your name?

Katrina.

Okay, Katrina.

Here's the score.

I took off your clothes. I cleaned you up.

I tied you down. I also saved your ass.

You've been bitten by a vampire. Do you remember the party at the motel?

Big guy, pointy teeth. Really shitty breath.

Don't worry.

It'll come back to you soon.

A master vampire has a telepathic link with his victims.

You're going to help us find him.

While he's sleeping, we unleash on him.

You're the bait, honey.

Sorry.

I know all about you, Mr. Crow.

I know that your parents were bitten by vampires.

And you were raised by the Church. Brought up as it's master slayer.

You know the truth is, I didn't... I didn't wanna be forced on you like this.

I was supposed to take over from Father Giovanni when he retired.

You know I... I always dreamed of this.

And ever since I first heard about you, heard about the slayers.

I want to be part of the team, you know, just do whatever I could.

For example, if... if you wanted to receive...

the Sacrament of... of Confession...

Fucking priest!

Who set us up?

Was it you? Who set us up?

Who was it,

Was it you?

Who set us up?

I don't know what you're taking about!

You don't think I'll kill you, because you're a priest.

You're seriously misjudging the wrong motherfucker!

You want to kill me, you go ahead and kill me.

I don't know what you're talking about!

I don't.

We'll see about that.

Where're we going?

You have to tell me what's going on, Mr. Crow.

- Have you ever seen a vampire? - No.

Now, first of all, they're not romantic, alright?

They're not a bunch of fucking fags, hopping around in rented formal wear...

and seducing everybody in sight, with cheesy Euro-trash accents, alright?

Forget whatever you've seen in the movies.

They don't turn into bats. Crosses don't work.

Garlic? You wanna try garlic? You stand with garlic around your neck,

one of these buggers will bend you fucking over...

and takes a walk up your...

strata chocolata while he's sucking the blood out of your neck.

All right? They don't sleep in coffins lined with taffeta.

You wanna kill one?

You drive a wooden stake, right through his fucking heart.

Sunlight turns them into crispy critters.

Got it? See this map?

This map shows all the encounters...

in the United States, as far back as the 1800's.

- I've never seen it. - No one has outside the team.

Look at the Southwest.

- See the spiral pattern? - Yeah.

If you time-sequence with all encounters,

you get a logarithmic pattern, ever-widening.

It's a search pattern, Padre. They're looking for something.

Do you know what it is?

I heard stories... when I was young.

Something about a black cross.

About vampires walking in the sunlight.

Padre.

- Can I ask you something? - Yeah.

When I was kicking your ass back there...

- did that give you wood? - What?

Huh? You get a little mahogany from that, a little ebony? Come on, tell the truth.

I'm just fucking with you, Father. Forget about it.

And what God has given her...

is that she sees her guardian angel.

Oh, Jesus!

What time is it?

9:10.

You want one?

You got to eat something.

I can't.

I wouldn't mind a cigarette, though.

We have to work on this.

The less you eat, the faster the virus moves through your bloodstream.

Virus?

Yeah, that's what I call it. Nobody knows what it really is.

Poison, Kool-Aid, whatever, it all does the same thing.

Turns you into a vampire.

What happened to the other girls at the party?

They didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

So, you remember now?

Yeah, some.

- Why doesn't anyone know? - Nobody wants to know.

That's how vampires survive. They're smart.

They keep their numbers low, live in small bands...

and the real world never catches on.

Will I end up being one?

I... I don't know for sure.

Probably.

Un... unless we find him before you turn, then...

maybe there's a chance.

Look...

here's what we do know.

You're connected to the master vampire, now.

He's a part of you.

And this link will grow.

You'll never be able to get him out of you.

Not while he still exists.

Then I don't want to live.

You may not.

Can I get dressed now?

Sure.

Could you get me a towel or something, maybe?

It's not like I haven't seen you naked.

- Fuck it! - Alright... Alright.

Easy, easy. I'll get you a towel.

One towel coming right up. I won't peek.

Nice try. Leave the door open.

No way.

A little bit.

Oh, no... no.

- Don't do it! - God damn it. Let me go!

Let me go!

Shit!

Stop it!

Look what you did!

You fucking bit me!

What're you, fucking nuts?

Where're you going?

You bite me, huh? Get up!

Fucking bite me!

Fucking bitch!

Fuck!

God damn it!

Fucking stupid whore.

Yeah?

Where are you?

No.

I'm fine.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Room 312.

Alright, I'm coming up.

Stay put.

I'm Father Adam Guiteau. You're Tony Montoya, I believe?

You look different than your picture.

I'm an archivist. I've studied the team extensively.

Montoya, what's this bruise on her jaw?

I had to hit her.

She was trying to kill herself.

I had to pull her off the edge of the fire escape.

Then, uh...

I fell through the window.

That's all?

Yeah.

So, why did you slug her?

I cut my arm on the broken glass.

I was pissed. I don't know.

I fucking slugged her. Who cares?

That's our new Padre.

We've been ordered back to Monterey. Rebuild the team, start over.

- We're going back to Monterey? - No.

Callahan's whole team is gone.

Slaughtered.

So it's just us now.

That's right.

Who is she?

Some hooker.

Bitten by Valek. These vampires are psychically linked to each other.

Soon she hooks into Valek...

we go looking for him.

We have orders to follow, Mr. Crow.

Yeah, fuck you, Padre.

Language!

Mr. Crow, if you not going to follow orders,

I'm going to have to call Cardinal Alba.

Excuse me.

Language.

We'll chat about language. Shall we?

See if this syntax works here.

You don't make a phone call, you don't blow your nose...

you don't wipe your ass, unless I tell you. Okay?

Show me.

- She's up. - Good.

Katrina?

Can you hear me?

What is it?

There's someone else now...

someone you're connected to in your mind, you know who talking I'm about?

Katrina, what're you seeing?

I can't.

Yes, you can, honey, you're with us now and you're safe.

Now, where is he? What're you seeing?

It's dark.

All right. Keep trying.

There's a map.

A circle on the map.

We need a location, Montoya. Come on!

- I'm fucking working on it, Jack! - Before she loses him, Come on!

- You want to switch places? - Just come on!

Right. Katrina, listen very carefully now.

I need to know exactly where you are.

What you're seeing right now. Details.

No!

- He killed a priest! - Alright. Alright.

- You're safe! - Priest?

Did she say a priest? What priest?

He's moving now.

Come on now. Stay with him.

There's a sign...

on a highway... that says San Miguel.

San Miguel? San Miguel? Come on, hey, hey...

come on, keep trying! You have to!

I can't!

- God damn it! - Jack, the link's broken.

What priest is she talking about? God damn it!

I can get a list of all churches in San Miguel County...

if you'll let me use the phone and call the Archdiocese...

Get it, call every church. Find one where an old Padre's missing.

Road trip, Montoya. Your job is to watch this girl.

God damn it!

Hey, what's wrong with you?

I'm just tired, that's all.

Is there something you want to tell me?

Nothing you'd want to listen to, man.

Yeah, I got a fax this morning from the Cardinal's office in Santa Fe.

You're an investigator working for the Catholic Church?

That's right. We're looking into a...

possible Nation-wide pattern of anti-Catholic hate crimes.

- May I? - It's pretty damn savage.

What about the old priest, is any of this blood his?

His name is Father Molina.

Sorry.

Listen...

you get something on this case, you going to share it with me, right?

- That's right. - I better not find out different.

You won't.

Okay. So far, it looks like all this blood's from Mrs. Fisher.

We won't know that for sure till we get a sample from pathology.

Was anything stolen?

- Just Father Molina. - We found him.

Lord!

I don't get this!

Why come all this way to San Miguel to attack some...

old... small town priest and a cleaning lady?

Does this make sense? Valek, didn't feed on either of them.

Father Molina was a well known scholar...

of early Catholic history in the United States...

- Who gives a shit, what's the point? - I don't know what the point is.

I don't know why Valek killed him.

What's this symbol?

The Cardinal told me the Church doesn't know.

You and the Cardinal are lying sacks of shit!

Come on, Padre. Help me. The hour's getting late!

It's a medieval astronomical sign...

for the sun.

There are seven more with him now.

Powerful.

Are they masters?

Yes.

Padre...

I'm beginning to like you. So don't make me hurt you, okay?

Just tell me what you know.

I'll buy you a beer and get you laid, come on.

You'd not tell me, I'm going to just start cutting on ya.

No, you won't... You're a righteous man, Mr. Crow.

Besides, I serve a higher master, then you.

With any secrets I keep...

or kept to protect the Church and its followers, is part of...

that...

- Open your mouth. - What?

Open your mouth.

Give me your hand.

Now you listen to me, you fuck!

My father kept a secret once.

He'd been bitten by a vampire.

He kept it a secret... from me and my mother.

By the fifth day, he was turning.

That night, he attacked my mother.

And then he came after me.

I killed my own father, Padre.

I got no trouble killing you.

Last chance.

- Now open your mother fucking mouth. - No.

- Open your fucking mouth! - No.

- Then prepare to... - No! No!

What? You ready? Excuse me, why...

Valek... Valek is looking for an ancient relic, 'The Cross of Berziers'.

After his trial, the Church declared...

Valek was possessed by Demons.

He was taken to a small town...

in the south of France called Berziers.

An exorcism was performed using an ancient...

forbidden form of a ceremony.

It was long and very brutal.

And something went wrong.

The wooden gate is opening.

The accounts are confused, but they refer to an inverse exorcism.

The body is destroyed, but the possessed soul remains.

The exorcism transformed Valek into a creature...

whose body is dead... but lives on.

Vampire.

A vampire.

It's a cross.

The stories you heard about the Black Cross are true.

It was used in Valek's exorcism and taken back to Rome.

It's known as the Berziers Cross.

The cross was then shipped to the New World.

It was moved over the years from one Spanish mission to another.

It's exact location was kept secret, even from the Vatican.

For hundreds of years it was lost. And recently, Cardinal Alba discovered the name...

of the only living priest who knew the location of the cross.

Father Joseph Molina.

Cardinal Alba and I came to the United States to find Father Molina.

To reclaim the Berziers Cross. That... that is all I know.

You're a good man, Padre.

Welcome to the team.

God forgive me.

He found it.

Let's hit it.

Wait! Wait, stop the car!

That way.

Hey.

It was here.

You picking up anything?

He's gone.

- You don't look so good. - She hasn't turned yet, Jack.

She just can't eat.

Or maybe what she really wants is a little human blood. What do you think?

- I said she hasn't turned... - I heard what you said.

Hey.

Why don't you back off?

What's with you?

What'd you mean, what's with me? What's with you?

You're being such a fucking asshole.

The fuck is your problem?

You're not starting to fall for this half-dead little whore...

Fuck!

Nice shot. Wanna try again?

- Stop it! - Get the fuck out of here!

What're you doing?

Looks like we're about to have one fuck of a good fight!

No.

Do you know why Valek wants the Berziers cross?

Think about it for a minute!

I think Valek wants to finish his transformation.

The exorcism was never completed.

Valek was left vulnerable, able to survive only at night.

So, he... completes the ritual?

I think... I think the balance shifts.

For 600 years, Valek has wanted to find a way to live in the daylight.

No. Fuck me.

Now with the Berziers Cross, he will.

A master vampire capable to walk in the sun. Unstoppable.

Unless we stop him.

I guess we'll have to finish this some other time.

- Yeah. - We got eight hours of sun left. Come on. Come on.

Come on, baby.

That's where he is.

Santiago.

Place looks empty.

He's near.

Hello?

What do you figure the population of this jerk water is? 20?

I'd say 30, maybe more.

Now, the question is, how many of them are goons?

Our worst-case scenario, half.

15 dead, 15 goons.

We took the whole time Valek's been here what, several days?

That's right, Padre.

He set this up. Slowly. One goon at a time.

Now he's got the cross and the biggest nest...

the blood-drinking mother fucking world's ever known.

What do we got? Three slayers.

Two slayers.

Time to kill some vampires.

You with us, Padre?

Yeah, I'm with you.

Get the location.

Where is he?

Everywhere.

Katrina, baby, listen.

Is he in there?

Yes.

He's in there.

In the dark.

Alright. Good girl.

And the best constructed building in town is?

Jail, of course.

Bingo.

She senses him in there.

- You think she's telling the truth? - Yeah.

Suppose he's taking control of her? What if he's using her?

Then I guess I'll pay with my life, won't I?

You're not the only one, amigo.

You're not the only one.

Can you hear me?

I'm sorry.

It's going be all right.

I'll take care of you.

I promise.

It's thirsty.

- Think she smells your blood, Padre. - Oh god.

Padre! Your neck!

Hang in there!

Take the woman, Montoya!

Cocksucker! Come on! Come on!

Help!

Padre, kill it!

God damn it!

Don't just sit there, kill it!

With the stake!

Kill him with the stake! Through the heart!

Yes! Yes!

How do you like your stake, bitch?!

I wonder if there's another way up in the cells?

- I hope not, it doesn't look that way. - We have to make them...

come out of the elevator, a straight 30-foot shot to the door.

- That means using the cable. - That's right.

Forget the winch, we're going to attach the cable right to the jeep.

Do it fast, just yank them right out into the sun.

- Well, someone has to drive the jeep. - That's right. Give me the solder.

How do you expect to lure them into the elevator?

Somebody's got to be inside.

Escape hatch, huh?

Yes.

Okay, when they get inside the elevator, one of us goes up through the hole.

The other guy up here presses the button at security control.

The door is shut. They get trapped inside.

- But it has to be me. - What?

I mean you have to be up here, Mr.Crow, to fire the crossbow.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You want to drive the jeep? I'll do it.

I can't drive. I never learned.

Okay, Padre.

Light her up and shave your ass. You're the bait. Let's go.

Katrina.

Katrina, listen to me!

You got to try to hold on. Okay?

- You seen Valek? - Not yet.

Anything?

There.

And there.

Okay, I'm ready.

- You got to be fleet of foot, Padre. - I know.

- I'm not kidding. - I know.

I used to play soccer.

- Soccer? - I was captain of my team.

- I better be the one... - No, I'll be fine.

- You will? - Don't worry about me, Mr. Crow.

- Just shoot when the door opens. - You can count on that.

- Padre... - I know.

- Montoya, he's on his way down. - Hooked and ready, Jack.

What're you doing?

Get back in the fucking elevator!

Shit!

Get ready, Montoya. Here we go.

- Jack... - Padre?

Open!

Montoya, now!

Die, you motherfucker!

Pull!

- Padre, you okay? - Yeah.

- Did he bite you or scratch you? - No.

Okay, come on.

No! Keep that door... Shit!

- Sorry. - Come on.

It's going all the way down.

Okay, I'm bringing it up.

- Sorry about the doors. - No harm, no foul, Padre.

- You did good in there. - I have to do it again, don't we?

Shit! We're running out of time!

Why aren't the doors open? What's wrong?

Jack! You should look at this!

What?

Shit!

Montoya!

Go! Go! Go!

Montoya, go! Go!

- Go! Go! - Montoya!

Come on, go! God damn it!

- Come on! - Go!

Shit!

- You never told me they could do that. - I didn't know they could do that.

Padre, get out of the way!

Come on! Let's do it, you bloodsucking, fucking bitch!

Montoya! Hook it up!

Padre, get a spike!

- She's going to take you with her! - Come on, honey...

here comes the sun! Come on!

Suck on this!

Jack!

Die!

Die, you fucker, die!

Die!

Die, you miserable...

Look at the sun!

We're finished.

No, we got to go back.

Rule number 10, Jack:

You can't kill a master at night.

It's over.

He's right, Padre.

Let's go.

Hello, Jack.

Motherfucker!

Go.

Your war is over, crusader.

Hello, Jack.

From your expression...

I assume you couldn't possibly understand my presence here.

I'm sorry... to disillusion you, Jack.

As one grows old...

as death approaches...

we begin to question...

our faith.

And I found mine lacking.

Is there a God? Is there a Heaven?

I can no longer answer this for certain.

I've witnessed no miracles, had no visions.

And the prospect of death terrifies me.

I realized I've only one alternative.

That I made a bargain with the devil, if you wish.

You are truly...

a pile of dog shit, Cardinal.

Yeah. That's right.

That's correct, Jack. And I can live with that.

After I've given Valek what he wants...

he will fulfil our bargain.

And I will be transformed into one of his...

new children.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Eternal life.

Immortality...

can change your heart.

Valek...

why don't you prove you can kick my ass. Come on. Untie me.

Now, come on.

You fucking pole-smoking, fashion victim.

Come on over here.

- Jack. - Come on, 5 minutes...

then you can bite my ass a little, wouldn't you like that? See me all tied up, huh?

What will silence you?

Come on. Untie me, you prick!

Perhaps this will help.

Apparently, your friend is one of my children now.

You are alone, crusader.

What the fuck do you want from me, Valek?

You hate me so, don't you?

But you made me, crusader.

You hate what you've made. You fear it.

Because it is superior to you.

For 600 years, I fed on your kind at will.

Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?

Because you're needed, Jack.

The ceremony is a re-enactment of the original exorcism.

It requires the blood of a crusader...

and his crucifixion upon a burning cross.

The climax of the ceremony must coincide...

with the first rays of the rising sun.

Sorry, Jack.

Oh, god! You motherfu...

Padre!

Now what are you going to do, Valek?

You got nobody to complete your ritual.

The sun's starting to rise!

You will finish the ritual.

Try and make me!

Attaboy, Padre. Fuck with him! Hey, Valek!

You're shit out of luck, pal.

Give it up.

Finish it.

No.

Finish it!

No!

Come on, Padre! My nuts are on fire here!

Come on, Padre. Let's go kill some vampires.

End of the line, Valek!

You still with us, Crow?

I don't burn so good these days, bloodsucker.

Give me the cross.

This cross? Let me just ask you one thing.

After 600 years, how's that dick working? Pretty good?

Come on.

Suck this!

Die, you fucker! Die!

Jack.

Jack.

You can't kill me.

You ugly, bloodsucking fucker!

Die!

Shit!

Jesus!

Listen to me. It's going to be okay.

I'll be right back. Okay?

Put your head back.

You look like shit, Montoya.

Where are you going?

South.

You love her that much?

We make the perfect couple, Jack.

- You're not leaving! - Padre...

back off.

No.

Don't make me come over there...

and beat the shit out of you, Padre!

- Back off! - He's a vampire, Jack!

Rule number one:

If your partner is ever bitten by a vampire...

never...

ever let him live.

Padre...

I'm not a slayer any more, Jack.

Besides...

the way I figure...

two of you got plenty to do, cleaning the rest of them out.

Meanwhile she hides in back of the van, hiding from sunlight...

while you make it for the border?

Try to catch it by nightfall, is that it?

I need a vacation, Jack.

When did she first bite you?

Two days ago.

I still covered your ass.

Yes, you did.

So let's say I owe you two days back.

What would you say, Padre?

You got two days.

Wherever you go...

I will find you.

I will hunt you down...

and I will kill you.

The girl too.

Vaya con Dios, my friend.

Vaya con Dios, slayer.

Time to slay some vampires, Padre.

You up for it?

I guess so.

- Just the two of us. - No, Mr. Crow.

He was always with us.

Fair enough, Padre.

Let me ask you a question.

When you were stabbing that vampire in there...

- Yeah? - Did you know the wood?

Mahogany.

- Excuse me? - Ebony.

- What? - Teak.

Are you possessed by demons?

- A major chubby. - Language, Padre, language.