The Witchmaker (1969) - full transcript

(birds chirping)

(man grunting)
(woman screaming)

(loud thud against flesh)

(wind blowing)

(fabric tearing)

(ominous music)

(leaves rustling)

(leaves rustling)

(dramatic music)

(liquid dripping)

(ominous orchestral music)



(somber organ music)

(wind blowing)

- Eight of 'em, Dr. Hayes.

Eight of 'em in
the last two years.

Nice girls, every one of 'em.

(boat chugging)

Everyone hangin'
there like a cut hog,

with that hex
wrote on her chest.

- But surely the authorities

should send someone
down here to--

- Oh, they do, they do.

I'm gettin' rich
just runnin' 'em

around the swamp
in my boat here.

They allow it's a prevert.



- You do mean
pervert, don't you?

- Prevert, pervert,
it's all the same

'cause they ain't caught him.

Course some folks say we got
a witch in the swamp again.

- [Dr. Hayes] Again?

- The old-timers say we used
to have 'em all the time.

Sorta went out of style when

they started drainin' the swamp.

Yes sir, some towns is
famous for their rhubarb.

We was famous for our witches.

You say you was a Boy Scout?

- Uh, movie scout.

We're looking for a movie
location, scenery and such.

- Tasha.
- Hmm?

- Why is Dr. Hayes
pulling the old boy's leg?

You know, the movie scout bit?

- Well, because if you
start telling people

that you're doing
psychic research

they think you're
some kind of a nut.

Are you going to put
me in your article?

- I'd rather put you
on the magazine cover.

Sell a million copies.

(boat chugging)

(birds chirping and cawing)

(woman giggling)

You a student of Dr. Hayes?

- I'm afraid not.

Owen and Sharon are.

Maggie's his secretary
and I'm the sensitive.

- What on earth is a sensitive?

(boat chugging)

- [Dr. Hayes] What makes
the old-timers think

these killings might
be the work of a witch?

- Dr. Hayes, a real witch
is darn nearly immortal.

I ain't talkin' about on
of them old conjure women

that sells love
potions for a buck.

They ain't no more a witch
than that little girl there.

But a real honest to God,

'scuse me, Lord,

witch can live for
hundreds of years,

provided she gets her
blood regular like.

- [Dr. Hayes] Blood?

- I don't know what she
does with it exactly,

but she has to have it or die.

And there wasn't a drop of
blood left in any of them girls.

It was all drained out,
careful like, and carried away.

(metal crunching against wood)

(passengers chattering)

Well, there she is.

Ain't never rented her
out to movie folks before.

Mostly hunters and such.

Say, you wouldn't mind if I
collected an advance, would ya?

- An advance?

Oh no, of course not.

How much is it?

- Well now, me and my boy
brung your food and gear

up here yesterday, and
you and your party today,

and when we come and
get ya that's, uh...

- Three trips.

- Right.

And then six people in
the cabin for five days...

I'll have to ask about $21.

- Well, you drive a hard
bargain, Mr. Leblanc.

- Well, business is
business, Dr. Hayes.

There's a week's fuel
supply for the power plant

if'n you don't run
it night and day.

Plenty of water in the cistern.

Don't drink out of the swamp.

It's full of fever.

- We'll be careful.

- Less'n a feller has
a boat and a guide,

there's no other way outta here
except'n through the swamp,

and that's about 10 miles

of gators, moccasins,
and quicksand.

Don't rightfully know that
anybody's ever made it.

- Well, I'm sure we'll
be all right 'til Friday.

- Sure you don't want me to
check in on ya during the week?

No charge.

- No, if we need
anything I'll phone you.

You do have a phone?

- Sure, I got a
phone, but you ain't!

(boat chugging)

(ominous music)

(upbeat music)

(everyone chattering)

(loud static on the radio)

(upbeat music)

- Well, I wonder if we can
apply for government aid.

(women laugh)

Would you mind turning
that thing off?

- Oh, sure.

- Well, we're all free
until this evening.

Oh, just a minute.

Maggie?
- Yes?

- Where are we sleeping?

- Well, you can take this
room because it's bigger

and it'll double as your office

and Vick, you and Owen can
take the bunk room in there.

Oh no, I have two
beds and three girls.

- Why don't you and
Sharon take the bedroom.

I'll bunk on the couch out here.

- I don't think that'd be fair.

- Oh please, I love fireplaces.

- Are you sure?

(Tasha laughs)

Really?

It's your spine, eh?

- You got a minute?

- Oh, certainly.

Step into my palatial office.

- Well, you're
all set Dr. Hayes.

Sorry I couldn't find
a red apple for ya.

- Well, now that
we're comfortable,
what's on your mind?

- If I get out of line
you'll tell me, right?

- [Dr. Hayes] Uh-huh.

- When the magazine first
pitched me on this article

they called it an investigation
of psychic phenomena.

They forgot to mention murder.

- Well--

- Now hear me out.

I'd just like to
know how you justify

bringing these women out
here into the boondocks

for some nut seems to be

knockin' 'em off
every few minutes.

And right now the score is
eight-love in favor of the nut.

- Well, if you're going to
investigate something, Vick,

you have to go to wherever
that something is, right?

Well, when we planned this trip

there hadn't been any killings
for six, seven months.

And there's no
provable connection--

- That still doesn't
answer my question.

- Now hold it!

I didn't come blundering
out here with no thought

of the danger or the
welfare of my group.

Here's a complete report
from the state police.

Go ahead, read it.

In every instance the
victim was isolated, alone.

There are six of us.

- It's still a calculated risk.

- [Dr. Hayes] Which we
are willing to accept.

- That's laying it
right on the line.

Next question.

- Fire away.

- [Victor] What's a sensitive?

- Oh, you've been
talking to Tasha?

Well, I don't blame ya. If
I were a few years younger

I guess I'd be
talkin' to her myself.

What's a sensitive?

You ever take any
physics in school?

- Couple years.

- Well, you remember when
electricity flows through a wire

there's always a
magnetic field around it.

- Well, that much I remember.

- Any occult or psychic
activity also generates

a field around it.

The only trouble is (sound
skips) can't use instruments

to locate or measure it.

You have to use a person
who is sensitive to it.

- And, therefore, is
called a sensitive.

- [Dr. Hayes] Right you are.

- And that's Tasha?

- [Dr. Hayes] That's Tasha.

- So she's spook oriented, huh?

But why out here in
this swampy nowhere?

- This is exactly what we want.

Well, in the first place,
we have a high incidence

of occult activity.

- In the second place it's
out of the high rent district.

- Well, yes, that's true, too.

The third place is a
little more complicated.

You see, any
electrical activity,

radio station, high wires...

Well, even the wires
in the walls of a room.

It can set up so
much interference

that a sensitive can't
do her best work.

- Well, that shouldn't
be a problem here.

- Well, there's a
radio station in Casper

goes off the air
at nine o'clock.

The power plant in
town is so small

I doubt if you could
even measure its field.

Yes sir...

I think this is
just about perfect.

Speaking of perfection,
I seem to recall

I have a bottle of excellent
scotch in my luggage.

Do I interest you, Mr. Gordon?

- You fascinate me, Dr. Hayes.

(birds chirping and cawing)

- You know, he's a funny kid.

- Who? Owen?

- Mm-Hm.

You know, I went out with
him a few times at school.

- Put some on me, too, okay?

- Okay.

- [Tasha] What happened?

- Nothin', darn it.

I ordered a martini and
he drank carrot juice.

(Tasha groans in disgust)

- He says that martinis are bad

for his sweat
glands or something.

(women chuckle)

- I'm afraid my sweat
glands will just have

to fight it out for themselves.

- Mine, too.

There.
- Thanks.

- You're done.

(women groan)

(ominous music)

- [Sharon] Tash?

- [Tasha] Hm?

- [Sharon] How did you
get to be a sensitive?

- (chuckles) My mother was one.

(sound skips) and Herb's lawn.

Grandma put the whammy on him

and he had laryngitis
for one month.

(Sharon laughs)

- [Sharon] You're wonderful.

- Where are you going?

- I think I shall go throw
myself at Owen again.

(Tasha laughs)

(birds cawing)

(ominous music)

(man chuckles)

(man spits loudly)

(ominous music)

(Tasha groans)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(man laughs maniacally)

(ominous music)

(Tasha sobs)

(leaves rustling)

(door latches clicking)

(man groans loudly)

(loud thuds)

(wood grating)

(man laughs)

(footsteps on stone echoing)

(water dripping)

- [Man] Hail Satan.

I have nothing
which is not thine.

(water dripping)

(stone scraping)

Satan, give me my purpose.

(torches pop)

(metal clanging loudly)

(ominous music)

Jessie of Coventry,

I command you to appear.

(wind whooshing)

I call you in the
name of him we adore!

(suspenseful music)

Jessie.

Jessie!
(flames exploding)

(metal clanging)
(thunder booming)

- I have come a great way.

- You come in good time.

- And you are?

- Luther the Berserk, Sabbat
Master of this parish.

- We celebrate the Great
Sabat of Candle Mass here

in three days, yet I am
commanded here tonight.

So I ask myself,
what is so important

it can't wait for
three days, eh?

- There is a woman.

(Jessie laughs loudly)

(Luther laughs)

- And it generally is. (laughs)

All right, now that
I've had my little joke,

suppose you tell me about her.

- She's a woman of great beauty.

There are only 12 of us now.

I want to bring
her into the coven.

- Into the coven?

Does she hear the voice?

- Her grandmother was a witch.

- [Jessie] Does
she hear the voice?

- She hears, but she
doesn't understand.

Today I cast the
spell of the stones.

Three times she responded.

- And now you want old
Jessie to rake your chestnuts

out of the fire, huh?

- Jessie, as Sabat Master
I can do many things.

I could call underlings
from great distances.

I can have them whipped to
death for disobeying me.

Or I can reward them richly.

All of these things I
can do and many more.

But Jessie...

there are some rituals
best performed by two.

This is very important to me.

I want no mistakes.

I am told you are a past master.

- Flattery hasn't turned
my head in 200 years.

(laughs) But I like it.

Luther, let's talk together
like two merchants.

The girl has not come
forward of her own free will.

Now this thing you want.

It can be done.

It is very difficult, I
know, but it can be done.

- Jessie, I knew that--

- Let me finish.

Now if, mind you I said
if I can control her,

the master gets her soul.

You get her body.

And what does old
Jessie get, huh?

- (laughs) What you
want most, Jessie.

Youth, beauty, a new life.

- It's a difficult
ritual, a blood ritual.

And only a Sabat Master...

(ominous music)

The blood of a maiden
drawn by steel (gasps)...

on a night when
the moon is full.

- Tonight, Jessie.

Tonight.

- You have to take
the sun down here

(sound skips) by degrees.

You coulda had a sunstroke.

- I feel fine.

Really.

Just dizzy and emotional.

- [Victor] Vitamins?

- My beddy-bye drink.

- Or just a high-powered
tranquilizer.

Makes her pretty groggy but
it sure tunes up her receiver.

Hm, you better go sit
down before you fall down.

- So, if she gets a
signal what happens then?

- Well, we get a compass
fix on it and track it down.

Actually talk to the people.

We brought some motion picture
equipment, sound gear--

- [Owen] Dr. Hayes?

- Yes?

- [Owen] Casper just went off
the air, no signal at all.

- Oh, well, try and see
if you pick up any signal

from the power plant.

- Yeah, well, ya have to
kill the house current.

- Oh, Sharon, light the candles.

Vick would you mind?

The light switch is
on the front porch

just to the right of the door.

- Sure thing.
- Thank you.

(wind blowing)

(crickets chirping)

(door clicks shut)

- I get .13 on the power house.

- [Dr. Hayes] What's your fix?

- 97 degrees...

13 minutes.

- Figure that vector then
we'll correct Tasha's fix.

Shouldn't be more than two
degrees, three at the most.

- [Victor] What do we do now?

All join hands?

- You can all keep quiet if
you expect any work out of me.

- Well, we all ready?

Nice and drowsy?

All right.

Let's all be quiet now.

(crickets chirping)

(ominous music)

(Jessie chanting and singing)

(ominous music)

(Jessie chanting and singing)

(ominous music)

(Tasha screams)

- What happened?
What's the matter?

- Leave me alone, ya old fool.

All of you, leave me alone!

(Tasha sobbing)

- [Tasha] Oh, I'm so ashamed.

(crying) I don't know
what's the matter with me.

- Easy, easy, easy.

- [Sharon] (mumbles),
that's all.

- Listen, all this can
wait 'til tomorrow morning.

I want this one put to bed now.

Get rid of that
stuff, will ya Owen?

I'm gonna have to take
some notes, Maggie.

I'll see you later.

What did you see out there
when you turned that light off?

- Well, I didn't see anything.

I thought I heard
some footsteps.

How'd you know?

- Don't ever take up
poker for a living.

You haven't got the face for it.

- [Luther] Did it go well?

- You saw.

It was simple, for me.

- Can you control her?

- I controlled her tonight.

(exhales loudly)

If I speak to her again, I will
control her until she dies.

Or until I die.

Or until she takes
her vows as a witch.

- Good, good.

Before the dawn breaks,
you'll be a maid again,

this I swear.

Now remember.

Tasha has to get that
girl away from the house

and into the swamp.

I want her alone.

Again, now.

(loud thud)

(glass clanking)

(Tasha groaning)

(Jessie chanting)

(ominous music)

(Jessie chanting)

(crickets chirping)

(metal clanking)

(ominous music)

- Tasha, what's going on?

- Shh.

(Dr. Hayes chattering)

(ominous music)

- [Sharon] Tash?

(ominous music)

Tash!

(Sharon screaming)

(Luther grunting)

(loud thud against flesh)

(Jessie chanting)

(book slamming shut)

- And the rest of the stuff

we're just gonna have to
wait until later, by golly.

(groaning) Enough is enough.

My goodness, it's
almost two o'clock.

- That's not that late.

- Maggie, you shoulda
said something.

- Well, I don't mind.

- No, you should've...
- No, really.

- You're gonna think
I'm a slave driver.

- I said I don't mind.

- I'll tell ya
what, you sleep in

tomorrow morning.
- I don't wanna sleep in.

Look, if I get to bed now
and if I get up at eight

I'll get plenty of...

Sharon's not in her room.

- [Dr. Hayes] Good.

She's not?

- Dr. Hayes, that girl
is not in my bedroom,

she's not in the office, and
she certainly isn't out here.

- [Dr. Hayes] You mean...

- I mean...

- Well, why don't you look.

- (exasperated sigh)
Why don't you look?

- Why don't we both look?

(door rattles)

- I feel like such a fool.

- Don't.

Now that we know she
isn't in with him

we've really got a problem.

- Do you think maybe she
went out for some air?

- At two o'clock in the morning?

- No, I think I better
get the boys up.

(ominous music)

(metal clanking)

- It's still warm.

Hurry now.

(water dripping)

- Hail Satan.

I have nothing
that is not thine.

(Jessie breathing raggedly)

- [Jessie] Satan,
give me my purpose.

- And she was still putting
up her hair when I left her.

I don't know what time it was.

You two were still up,
I heard you talking.

- Ah, well, that must've been
about 10:30 or even earlier.

- And then I came out
here and fooled around

for a few minutes and
then went right to sleep.

- That's great.

She could've left any time
within the last four hours.

Well, we're not going to find
her standing around here.

Owen, leave the lights on
so she can find the house.

Maggie, some coffee might
taste good when we get back.

- I'll take care of it.

- Let's go.

(door slams shut)

(torch pops)

- The next few moments will
hold exquisite agony for me.

If I...

Cry out, do not falter.

If you do, I die.

- Prince of Darkness...

hear me.

Satan, behold thy supplicant.

Satan, honor thy covenant!

(flames popping)

Satan, show thy mercy to--

- Sharon!

(leaves rustling)

Sharon, is that you?

- No, it's me, Vick.

You see anything.

- Found this.

You recognize it?

- It's a sweater.

Oh, you mean is it Sharon's?

Gee, I wouldn't know.

I get 40, 50 kids in a class.

Just become one big blur.

Wouldn't know what
they were wearing.

- You know, we could be going

at this whole thing
the wrong way.

- Yeah, what do you mean?

- I tripped over that
sweater before I saw it.

We could've passed
within six feet of her

a dozen times tonight
without knowing it.

Yeah, and this darn thing
just went out on me.

- Let's head straight on
down towards the water,

wait for the sun to come up.

Should be about,
oh, 20, 30 minutes.

- [Victor] Doc?

- Yeah, I'm comin'.

- Remember the eight girls
old Leblanc talked about?

Make that nine.

(ominous music)

(voice chanting)

(Jessie yelling)

(ominous music)

(leaves rustling)

(ominous music)

- Remember, Vick, when I...

When I said that a class of
kids was just one big blur?

It isn't exactly true.

Some of 'em stand out.

Some of them...

stand out, Vick.

(sultry orchestral music)

- It's been 50 years since a
man looked at me like that.

Fifty years.

- [Owen] Should we say
a prayer or something?

- No, Owen.

This is only temporary.

They'll wanna have some
kind of a service back home.

I wouldn't even bury
her, but four more days.

- [Owen] Did you find anything?

- Snakes, deer, wild pig...

more snakes.

Well, this part where we are is

a few hundred acres
of high ground,

with quicksand and
marshes on one side,

and the swamp on the
other three sides.

It might as well be an island.

- Any trails or a boat?

- No boat, but I followed
a few animal trails.

They either petered
out or dead end.

- We could build a raft.

- With a shovel?

Our only tool.

I hate to be a crepe hanger,

but I'm afraid we're
stuck here 'til Friday.

- Doc?

Can you continue your
work without Sharon?

- Well, I guess I could--

- Well, let's get
it rolling, then.

We sit around here staring
at each other until Friday,

Leblanc will have to take us

out of here in straight jackets.

- He's right, Dr. Hayes.

Moping around won't
bring Sharon back.

- Of course he's right, Owen.

Course he's right.

Maggie!

- No sense bugging Doc
with this, but I'd feel

a lot safer if we kept
a guard posted at night.

Will ya take the first shift?

- Sure.

- And I'll relieve ya about 12.

Look, if either of the
girls leave the house,

one of us goes along, right?

- Right.

- Before ya go, Vick.

Well, this is kinda hard
to put into words, but...

Last night before you
went looking for Sharon,

Tash said that she
went straight to bed

and didn't get up at all.

- And?

- Well, from where I was
lookin', I could see mud

all over her slippers
and her ankles

and after you left, she
went into the kitchen

and washed everything off

and she acted kinda funny
about the whole thing.

(birds chirping and cawing)

- (crying) We were so close.

Almost like sisters.

- If crying helps you,
you go ahead and cry.

- (crying) I keep seeing her,

hanging from that awful tree.

(ominous music)

- Who said anything
about a tree?

- Over and over, all night long.

The same awful dream. (crying)

- Look, Doc's gonna
need your help.

Now what good is a
beautiful sensitive

with red eyes and
a runny nose, hm?

You've been working with Tasha

for quite some
time, haven't you?

- Two, three years, why?

- What do you know about her?

I mean her background,
personality quirks,

or emotional problems.

- Her IQ is quite high.

She's very emotional,
inclined to be moody,

and very susceptible
to suggestion.

- How susceptible?

- Oh, extremely.

I can hypnotize her
in nothing flat.

'Course that's what
makes her a sensitive.

Excuse me.

- I hope you're not gonna
tell me she's a witch.

- Oh, you mean because of
Granny and poor Mr. Baker?

No, you don't just
inherit the title,

you have to work for it.

- Are you saying you
believe in witchcraft?

- I'm saying I
believe in witches.

Now, well, the craft
is something I'm going

to know more about after
I complete this study.

- But I always thought that--

- You always
thought that witches

were little
gray-haired old ladies

that were framed
by their neighbors,

forced to confess
through torture

and burned at the stake in a age

of abysmal ignorance
and superstition.

- That about sums it
up, except for the part

about Halloween and brooms.

- I don't think you realize
how widespread this thing was.

Or is.

Over a million
people were executed

for witchcraft prior to 1700.

- Impossible.

- Not over a period
of three centuries.

Hitler killed over six
million in three years.

We have signed
confessions to most--

- Obtained through torture.

- Not all of them.

Not all of them.

Now, some of them were
freely given in hopes

of getting back in the
good graces of the church.

We know they did cast spells,

they did enter into
contracts with the devil.

We have signed photostat
copies here, dates, places,

everything, the whole works!

And we know they did attend
big meetings, or Sabbats,

where they danced and
drank and raised hell

most of the night.

- Of course they flew to
these Sabbats on their brooms.

- They thought they did.

Now, we have the formula
for the flying ointment

they rubbed over their
bodies prior to a Sabbat.

Oh, it had enough hallucinogenic
and psychedelic drugs

in it to make anyone
think they were flying.

- Maybe that was
the original trip.

- Could be.

No, the existence of witches
isn't open to question.

Either in the Middle Ages or
even today, for that matter.

- I find it hard to
believe that people

still go in for witchcraft.

- Believe me, they do.

(crickets chirping)

(metal lever squeaks)

- Well, how do you feel?

- Just right.

- Good.

Now, let's all be quiet and
give her a chance to work.

(ominous music)

85...

96...

87...

88...

92...

Is that all, Tasha?

- Yes.

The feeling isn't
very strong tonight.

- Well, now we're
getting someplace.

That was a beautiful fix.

Can I get you some
coffee or something?

- No thanks.

I think I'll go to bed.

I'm very drowsy.

Maggie, may I
change in your room?

- Oh sure, honey.

- Thank you.

Goodnight, goodnight, Vick.

Goodnight, Owen.

- 'Night.
- Goodnight.

- I better put the
lights back on.

- Oh, I think I'll go with
ya, get some fresh air.

(metal lever clicks)

(crickets chirping)

- Well, at least you have
the action pinpointed now.

- I only wish that were true.

- All ya have to do is
average those headings.

- And I get the location
of the local power plant.

Which I already know.

- You've lost me.

- Every heading that
Tasha gave us last night

was in the general
area of due west,

somewhere around 270 degrees.

Now tonight, she gives
us 90-odd degrees,

very close to due east.

You tell me what's wrong.

- So she made a mistake.

- 180 degrees is a
pretty big mistake.

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm just saying
don't be so defensive.

- But you're practically
accusing Tasha--

- And you're
practically shouting.

I'm not accusing
Tasha of anything.

I am saying that the results

we're getting just don't add up,

and they don't add
up by 180 degrees.

- I'm sorry I shot off my mouth.

- Well, forget it.

I already have.

- Would you buy this?

I'm defensive about Tasha...

because I...

I think she's somehow
involved in this mess.

- That I would buy.

(crickets chirping)

- The fools have
actually posted a guard.

With his little
popgun. (chuckles)

(ominous music)

- [Owen] (chuckles) I
thought everybody was asleep.

- Everyone is asleep,

but I got lonely.

Mmm, say, is that coffee?

- Yeah, you want some?

- [Tasha] Mm-hm.

- [Owen] Okay.

(Tasha exhales loudly)

(Tasha groans)

(Tasha giggles)

- [Tasha] Ooh!

- [Owen] Oh, are you cold?

Here, take my blanket.

- Oh no, just keep it on.

I'll share it with you.

Oh, that's better.

Sure this isn't bad
for your sweat glands?

- Oh no, not if
you drink it black.

I drink it black.

- [Tasha] This is the first time

we've been alone
together, isn't it?

- [Owen] Yeah, I think it is,
but I've thought about it.

- [Tasha] Why, Owen.

- Oh, I don't mean
it that way, Tash.

- Shh.

Darling, there's nothing
wrong with that way.

(Tasha moans)

Owen, please, not out here.

- Oh, I'm sorry,
Tash, I didn't--

- I'm not sorry.

(moans) I want you to make
love to me, but not here.

Let's get away from the
house a little bit, shall we?

- Well, I (stutters)...

- Just a little bit.

Come on.

- I'm on guard
duty, not too far.

- [Tasha] Just far enough.

(owl hoots)

(ominous music)

- [Tasha] Owen.

Owen.

Here I am, Owen.

(owl hoots)

(ominous music)

(loud clanging)

(knife stabs into flesh)

(Owen groans)

(somber music)

- Okay, sergeant, hit the sack.

(crickets chirping)

Owen?

(owl hoots)

Quitting time.

(crickets chirping)

(rifle clicking)

(crickets chirping)

(ominous music)

- And you swear in
fear of eternal agony

that you will reveal to
no one what we do here?

- I swear.

- Dost thou come of
thine own free will?

- I come of my own free will.

- Do what I desire
and what I do.

Thou art my God.

- Thou art my God.

- And I am thy slave.

- And I am thy slave.

- By his mark shall the
master know his own.

(Tasha gasps)

(female voice chanting)

I place myself at every point.

- I place myself at every point.

- In thy power and in thy hands.

- In thy power and in thy hands.

- Recognizing no other God.

- Recognizing no other God.

- For thou art my God.

- For thou art my God.

(Tasha crying)

(knife scraping wood)

(loud clanging)

(metal dragging on the ground)

- You know, I remember
the first time that I

ever had to do something
really unpleasant,

something that I knew was
going to hurt someone else.

It was the first student
I'd ever flunked.

It was the daughter
of a friend of mine

and I put it off for two weeks.

Finally go to the place
where I couldn't tell her.

Tasha, where were
you last night?

- I was in bed.

- All night, Tasha?

- Yes, all night.

- [Vick] What did
you wear to bed?

- What I usually
wear, my pajamas.

- You had on your red nightgown
when you said goodnight.

- And you were wearing a
red gown when you came in

this morning, I saw you.

- You're lying!

I told you I was
in bed all night.

- Owen had a piece of
your red gown in his hand

when we found him.

- If you know something,
for God's sakes, tell us!

- Leave me alone.

(Tasha screams)
(loud zapping)

Vick! (sobbing)

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.

- Listen to me, listen.

Honey, you've gotta understand,
we are in real danger.

All of us are in real danger

now unless you can help us.
- Darling,

I don't want you to get hurt.

I want to help you, but
there's nothing I can do!

- Can't you understand,
this is no time for--

- Anything you want out of me
you have to force out of me.

Can't you understand?

I can't help you!

(Vick grumbling)

- Wait a minute, Vick.

Wait, wait a minute!

I think we've pushed
her far enough.

She just needs some rest.

(Tasha crying)

I think we should give
her one of our powders

and let her relax.

Uh, um...

- Why did you stop me?

You know damn well she knows

more about this--
- Of course she knows.

She told us that.

She also told us,
or tried to tell us,

that she can't talk about it.

- I don't know what ya mean.

- Well, I don't know what
I mean exactly either,

except that I do know this.

If she's got some information

locked in her subconscious
I know how to get it out.

- Hypnosis?
- Exactly.

- She'd never
stand still for it.

- When those tranquilizers
start to work

in about 20 minutes she
won't have any choice.

- 20 minutes.

In 20 minutes it'll be dark.

I might as well tell Owen to...

I'll go get some fire wood.

- [Dr. Hayes] Poor Owen.

All his life he went with the...

Weights and the wheat germ.

Treated his body
like a fine watch.

Now, he's just as dead as if
he'd been a bum or a wino.

There's a moral there someplace.

I wish you'd tell me what it is.

- I'm no philosopher.

I'm the guy that
gets the fire wood.

(door slams)

(wind howling)

- [Dr. Hayes] Was Owen
dead when you left him?

- I think so.

He wasn't moving.

(thunder rumbles)

- After you made the profession,
did you sign anything?

Anything at all?

- No.

It was not my time
to sign the pact.

(wind howling)

(Luther groans angrily)

(thunder booms)

- When will you make the pact?

- Candle mass.

Sabbat.

- That's tomorrow night.

And it's a blood ritual.

Will you use Sharon's blood?

- Not Sharon's.

Maggie's.

Maggie's blood.

(thunder booms)

- Were you marked?

Did they mark you?

- My...

My back.

- Well, now we know
what we're up against.

And his name is Luther.

(Maggie screams)
(thunder booms)

- [Luther] You called Luther!

(thunder booms)

(metal clanking)

(Victor groans)

(Luther laughs)

(fist thudding on flesh)

(men groaning and yelling)

(Maggie screams)

(Maggie screams)

(wind howling)

(dramatic music)

(water lapping the shore)

- Well, that's done.

Again.

- Yeah.

- You know the dirt
from that grave

was flung all over the place
almost like an explosion.

- That figures.

Did she see you bury Owen?

- Stretched out in
the sun over there.

Does it matter?

- Remember that she was
hypnotized last night

and I don't suppose
she remembers a thing.

And I wanna keep it that way.

Well, for now at least.

- You sound like you've
been doing more thinking.

- Most of the night.

- You know any
more than you did?

- Yeah.

Of course a lot of
it's still conjecture.

(exhales loudly) Is there
any coffee up at the house?

- [Victor] Yeah.

- If I'm right...

If.

There are things
going on in this swamp

that haven't' been
heard of in centuries.

I think our friend
Luther is a berserk.

- A berserk.

Since when has
berserk been a noun?

- Well, not for
hundreds of years.

They were hunted
down and killed off.

The berserks use blood
for their ceremonies,

fresh human blood.

And the only way to get
it was to kill somebody,

so they were hunted
down like rattlesnakes.

- Is there any chance
Luther is a phony?

- Did that experience
with Owen's body

look like amateur night to you?

- Well, I'm sure there's a
logical explanation for that.

- Let's hear it.

- I just don't wanna
believe in witchcraft.

It goes against
everything I've ever

trained my mind to believe.

Why can't we...

Why can't we go shoot Luther

through the head
just for openers?

- Still leaves Jessie.

And Jessie is a still
in control of Tasha.

- So we shoot Jessie, too.

- Now there's a good idea.

Where is she?

- How would I know where...

- Now we're getting down to it.

Aside from giving
up the two girls,

what alternatives do we have?

- Since we can't run...

I guess we have
two alternatives.

Either we can stand pat here

or we got out and
try to whip Luther.

- Right.

Now if we hole up here, and try
to protect Tasha and Maggie,

I mean, he gets them and
kills us in the bargain.

Last night's experience showed
us we can't stand up to him.

Second possibility, is
that we go after him.

Now, that's the last thing
that he'll be prepared for.

That's the last thing
he'll think that we'll do.

- So we'd have that
advantage on our side.

- Right, exactly.

Maggie?
- Yes?

- You were raised on a farm.

You know what wild
garlic looks like?

- Sure.

- Well, you go out in the
kitchen and get a paper bag

and you collect
all you can find.

I want you to put
it in my office,

but don't let Tasha see you.

- [Maggie] All right.

Right now?

- Right now, scoot.

Now, until this
thing is ironed out

we'll have to realize that
Tasha's on their side.

I'll keep her busy for
the rest of the day

with some kind of
trumped up work.

- I understand.

What do you want me to do?

- Get Owen's rifle,
you're going hunting.

- For Luther?

- Wild pig.

(crickets chirping)

So, this afternoon
I gave her a bunch

of phony tests to keep her busy.

On the last one I
slipped her the powder.

She still sleeping?

- Mm-hm, like a baby.

(exhales loudly) Well,
is that what you wanted?

- Well, you are now invisible
to a witch at least.

- You've never actually
tried this garlic bit, Doc.

You know anyone who has?

- No, but I can show
you a dozen references

that maintain that
garlic makes a mortal

invisible to a witch.

- Well, damn it, Doc, I
just don't feel invisible.

- Well, you better
hope it works.

It's our best shot.

- You better hope it works, too.

I've got the rifle.

All you've got's a
can full of blood.

- Whose?

- [Dr. Hayes] Not whose, what's?

The blood was from a pig that
Vick shot this afternoon.

- The poor little thing.

- Well, it's his blood or yours.

Look, are you sure you don't
mind being used for live bait?

- Sure, I mind.

What's the alternative?

- Maggie, you're all right.

- Oh, and you smell like a
dropout from a pizza parlor.

- Listen, no matter what kind
of a story Tasha hands ya,

you go along with her.

I mean, let her lead
you out of the house

but don't make her suspicious.

- Let her get you into the swamp

and then when Luther tries
to jump you, we'll jump him

and your part of it is over.

- Yeah, I'm sure.

If you miss, my part's
still over, right.

What a setup.

- Like she said before,
what's the alternative?

(crickets chirping)

- (chuckles) Button
your sweater, Ralph.

(crickets chirping)

(ominous music)

- Hail Satan.

I have nothing
which is not thine.

Satan...

give me my purpose!

(dramatic music)

My brothers and sisters,

I command you to appear.

Warlock of San Blas.

(dramatic music)

Fong Quai.

(dramatic music)

Goody Hale.

(dramatic music)

The hag of Devon.

(dramatic music)

Felicity Johnson.

(dramatic music)

Le Singe.

(dramatic music)

El-ah Hishmach.

(dramatic music)

Amos Coffin.

(dramatic music)

Nautch of Tangier.

(dramatic music)

Marta of Amsterdam.

(dramatic music)

- [Marta] We have
come a great way.

- (laughs) you've
come in good time.

(everyone laughs and shouts)

(upbeat Middle Eastern music)

(crickets chirping)

- [Dr. Hayes] If he
knows Maggie's coming
from the house...

Hey, how about here.

Was this where we
found Sharon's sweater?

- [Victor] Yeah.

So, if we're gonna
get behind him,

let's try back that way.

We can see the clearing
from there, too.

(crickets chirping)

(upbeat music)

(everyone laughing
and chattering)

(spits loudly)

(Warlock of San Blas groans)

(Felicity laughs)

(dinner guests
chattering and shouting)

(Middle Eastern
music with castanets)

- Silence.

I will speak of discipline.

Marta of Amsterdam,

you stand accused of gossip
about this coven, Marta.

How plead you?

- Guilty.

- For the first
offense, the lash.

For the second,

strangulation.

(Luther yells)
(whip snaps against flesh)

(Marta screams)

(whip snaps against flash)
(Marta screams)

(Luther yells)
(whip snaps against flesh)

(Marta whimpers and cries)

Since the beginning of time
the master has seen fit

to have 13 of the
faithful in every coven,

yet we number but 12.

As Sabbat Master of this coven,
I have professed a novice.

Her name is Tasha.

Tonight she makes her pact.

- Takes blood to
make a pact, Luther.

- (laughs) There will be blood
when it is time for blood.

And Tasha will be
here in her time.

Jessie!

(sultry music)

Jessie, call Tasha.

(suspenseful music)

(leaves rustling)

(suspenseful music)

(Luther groans)

(Maggie screams)

(loud thud)

(loud thud)

(Jessie chanting)

- [Dr. Hayes] Where'd
you learn that gun bit?

- In the service.

I was wondered if it would work.

- [Dr. Hayes] You
never tried it before?

- No, I was the company clerk.

At least we know
the garlic works.

- Oh no we don't.

He was flat on his back before
he had a chance to see you.

Ouch.

- [Dr. Hayes] Well, we'll
just have to chance it.

- Darn it.

- [Dr. Hayes] What's the matter?

- Long fingernails.

- You both stay here
until I get back

and if that joker moves
a muscle, shoot him.

- [Dr. Hayes] You hold that
blood bag until the last minute.

If they get suspicious--

- I know, I know,
just sit tight.

(crickets chirping)

- I'm sorry about your, uh...

- Try chest.

- I was going to say thorax.

- Oh God, the academic mind.

(ominous music)

(Jessie chanting)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(lively music)
(party goers chattering)

- [Felicity] Watch
who you're shovin'.

(loud smack against flesh)

(cat yowling)

- That little scut.

(cat meowing angrily)

(Luther grunting)

- [Maggie] Everything okay?

- [Dr. Hayes] Hasn't
moved a muscle.

Vick really clobbered him.

(lively music)
(party goers chattering)

(party goers laughing)

(lively music)

(party goers chattering
and laughing)

- I wonder what'll happen
when they use the pig blood.

- Well, it should be like
putting salt in the sugar bowl.

If they drink it, it
just might kill 'em.

(dramatic music)
If they just sorta rub it on,

who knows.

If I only knew what
ritual they were using--

- He moved!

- Oh, I don't--

- I saw him, he moved.

(ominous music)

- Just take it easy.

I'll go check him.

(Maggie screams)

(Luther yells)

(Maggie screams)
(men grunting)

(Luther groans)

- [Maggie] (screams)
No, no, no! (screams)

Oh no!

(Middle Eastern music)

(party goers chattering
and laughing)

(metal jangling)

(Middle Eastern
music with castanets)

(Felicity laughing)

(Luther coughs)

- It will be dawn soon.

- I can see the candle
without your help.

- You have the blood.
- I...

- You have the blood!

Give it to Jessie.

- Where did you get that?

- It's the blood.

- Did Luther send it?

- Luther?

- [Jessie] The blood is here!

Tasha will make her pact!

(coven members shout)

(everyone cheers and laughs)

(leaves rustling)

(ominous music)

(Luther groans)

I place myself at every point.

- [Coven] I place
myself at every point.

- [Jessie] In thy
power and in thy hands.

- [Coven] In thy power
and in thy hands.

- [Jessie] Recognizing
no other God.

- [Coven] Recognizing
no other God.

- For thou art my God.

- [Coven] For thou art my God.

- If you love him, then
drink what he has provided.

(suspenseful music)

(deep voice chanting)

Do you accept the
master for all eternity?

- I accept the master.

For all eternity.

- Then make your pact
as we bear witness.

(ominous music with chanting)

(metal clanking)

- [Man Shouting] The
blood! The blood!

It's poison.

(Warlock of San Blas shouting)

(coven members screaming)

- Luther!

(coven members screaming)

Luther!

What did you put in that bucket?

- Jessie, wait!

(Jessie grunting)

It's all over, Jessie.

It was pig blood.

(Jessie grunting)

(Jessie screams)

- [Tasha] (screams) Jessie!

(dramatic music)

(Tasha screams)

I have nothing
which is not thine!

(loud explosion)

(Tasha screaming)

(deep voice moaning)

(Luther grunting)

(ominous drumming)

Vick?

Oh, Vick.

(Luther shouts)

(metal clanging)

(ominous music)

(Luther screams)

(Luther grunting)

- He'll kill us, Vick!

- If I could just get him to...

Come on!

(Luther grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(electronic zapping)

(loud explosion)

(suspenseful music)

- [Vick] This way.

(Tasha gasps)

(ominous music)

(electronic zapping)

(loud explosion)

(suspenseful music)

(Luther laughs)

(loud explosion)

(Luther laughing)

(loud explosion)

- [Vick] Quicksand.

(Tasha screams)

No, hold it.

We're gonna have it out
with him right here.

(Luther yells)
(Tasha gasps)

(ominous music)

- No one has ever defiled
my Sabbat and lived.

- Look, somehow garlic
destroys a witch's power.

- But how?

- I don't know
how, but I do know

that he can't see me right now.

I'm gonna get this
around his neck.

- I offered you eternal life.

And you profaned my sanctuary.

- You're the bait.

Stay there.

Trust me.

- You preferred certain
death to Luther.

(ominous music)

Now you shall have both.

(Luther grunts)
(Tasha screams)

(dramatic music)

- Help!

Vick!

(thudding against flesh)
Help, help!

Vick!

(thudding against flesh)
Vick, help me!

(dramatic music)

(everyone grunting)

(Luther groaning)

(water sloshing)

(dramatic music)

Die!

(man's voice laughing)

(dramatic bells ringing)

- [Several Voices Chanting]
Hail Satan, Hail Satan.

I have nothing
which is not thine!

Satan, Satan,

give me my purpose,

Satan.

Satan!

(dramatic music)