Ritual of Evil (1970) - full transcript

Mora, open the door.

Fuses blew.

I'll have them fixed soon.

- Jolene?
- Oh, Dr. Sorell.

Well...

what are you doing here?

Oh, isn't this a ghastly night.

You hear the storm
is on the lights are out.

I'm so glad you're here

but, um, what I mean is why?

How did you know?



Did Aline call you?

Yes.

Where is she?

I think I'm going mad.

- Do you want a drink?
- No, thank you.

Where is Aline?

You know what you've come into?

Walpurgis night with the demons
walking around.

I can't be responsible for Aline and Loey.

I wanted to.

I meant to.

But...

How can I?

Are you sure you don't want a drink?



No, thank you.

Who could take charge of Aline?

Twenty-four years old,
half the money in the world and crazy.

She's crazy, you're her psychiatrist,
you should know.

Where is she?

There's a party.

Everybody was laughing so many times,
I got loaded so many times.

You know, how sometimes
you get loaded very quickly.

And other times, oh, it takes all night.

Jolene.

I'm not here in the dead of night
to hear about that, hm.

Where is Aline?

I went to sleep.

I dreamed...

I saw Aline.

I dreamed something awful.

A mad dreadful dream.

I can't sleep.

If I sleep I'll dream.

You know, I... Oh, oh, this is absurd.

I'm too sophisticated for this,
I really am.

I am not going to be frightened
because the lights went on.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

Kiss me good night, somebody.

Oh, hi.

Hello, Loey.

Aunt Jo stoned again?

She's asleep.

Passed out you mean.

Were you at the party tonight?

No, I just got here.

You ought to see the den, I took a peak.

Must've been a real freak out.

And they tell me to clean my room, hmf.

What's that?

Oh, it's happened.

Poor Canoot.

Dammit, double damn!

He's dead.

I'm sorry, Loey.

Well, I knew it was coming.

He was so old he could
hardly get up anymore.

They were going to put him to sleep

only I wouldn't let them.

He always comes to the parties.

He liked getting drunk.

What are we gonna do with him?

Just nothing right now.

He can be buried in the morning.

- Maybe I'll leave it on.
- All right.

You gonna stay around for a while?

Do you want me to?

All right, I'll be around.

Poor Canoot.

You know what you've come into?

Walpurgis night with the
demons walking around.

I don't want to worry you

I don't want to burden you

I don't want

to read your mail

or put you down

in some cold, cold jail

and I'm not saying you have the key

I'm just trying, working to be me.

Aline?

Look, I don't know what happened to her.

I swear I don't.

I found her, that's it.

You knew her, didn't you?

I rent a beach cottage from the Wileys.

We met a few times.

We heard that two hours ago.

Mr. Richmond, it's like this.

You don't have to talk, that's your right.

If you don't know anything
why were you running away?

Well, that...

I just knew it wasn't a good thing for
a black man to find a dead white girl.

I panicked, that's it.

Just came over me to run.

Maybe it was a message from history.

- Hello.
- Dr. Sorell?

Yes, how do you do?

I've been wanting to meet you.

- I'm Leila Barton.
- Oh, yes, of course.

A friend of Aline's, you're a photographer.

Yes.

Well, it was shocking news, I'm still numb.

Of course.

Are you coming to the gathering?

No, no, I wasn't invited.

I came to see Loey.

She's a love isn't she?

You knew Aline quite well, didn't you?

I suppose so,
if anyone really knows anyone.

Sometimes we think we do.

- Oh, Edward.
- Hello.

Dr. Sam” has told me
that he's not been invited.

Don't you think he ought to be?

Yes, of course, please come in.

Yes, but in a little while,
I have to see Loey first.

Oh, yes, well, the poor kid's
taking it pretty hard.

- I think she's down by the barn.
- Oh, good.

I like him.

Loey?

What do you want?

- Where are you?
- In here.

Hi.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

All right, nothing's the matter you
just like to crouch in here by yourself.

I'm returning to the womb.

Oh.

Can a friend ask why?

I killed Aline.

How did you do that?

I'm rotten.

Everybody thinks I'm so sweet,
boy, they don't know.

I don't know either.

How rotten are you?
Tell me.

Well, I made it happen to her.

She was beautiful.

I mean, with everything, you know.

I'm just a big blah, it's not fair.

How did you kill her?

- With magic.
- Magic?

I called on Mulciber,
Astaroth, and Diabolus.

And I commanded them to help me

and now she's dead.

But I didn't mean it like that.

I didn't mean it like that.

Where did you learn all
this fascinating magic?

From a book, Aline had it.

And I thought it was
just some sort of a game,

you know, like you do just for yourself.

Come on.

Tell me, Loey,
how was the party last night?

I don't know.

But once,
I thought I heard singing but it wasn't.

More like chanting, you know?

I tried to listen but I was too sleepy.

I suppose you knew a”
the people who were there?

I didn't go in.

I only saw Aline when she brought me
in some hot chocolate.

I don't really remember
anything after that.

I loved Aline, I really did.

Of course you did.

Glen, Carla, Elizabeth,

Robert, Susanne.

Dr. Sore“ everyone.

We've just gone and looked at the news.

Why don't you come and sit down?

What will you have to drink, doctor?

Uh, scotch, please, thank you.

- Turn it up, here it is.
- Excuse me.

And to the tragic death
of twenty-four-year—old Aline Wiley,

heiress to the huge Wiley fortune and popular
member of the in set called The Beautiful People.

Wiley's body was found
on the beach this morning

below the cliffs near where she lived

on a road ironically
named Morning Glory Lane.

Wiley's body was identified
at the morgue by her Aunt,

former actress Ms. Jolene Wiley
who lived with her.

- There you are, Jo!
- Oh, lord, I look terrible.

Did Larry Richmond ever come to the house,
ma'am?

Yes, yes, I've met Larry Richmond
but I cannot believe

he'd have anything to do with it.

The body was reportedly discovered
by the folk singer Larry Richmond

who was held for
questioning and then released

when the coroner's preliminary report
indicated that Aline Wiley had been dead

six to eight hours before she was found.

Wait a minute.

Police was not able to offer any
explanation as to why she was at the beach.

The star-crossed Aline Wiley lived through
more than her share of tragedy before she died.

Her mother and father were killed
in a private plan crash four years ago

and last year, her husband of only
a few months was killed in Vietnam.

She is survived by her
aunt and a younger sister.

No funeral plans have
as yet been announced.

Hello?

Yes, this is Jolene Wiley.

Oh!

Oh.

Oh, but...

All right, thank you.

The coroner's report,
she took sleeping pills.

It was suicide.

Suicide?

She killed herself.

Oh, what a time to have hiccups.

Just hold your breath, love.

- I can't.
- Why don't you go upstairs

and lie down for a while, hm.

Excuse us, please.

I'm sorry, doctor, I really wish I
could help but I don't see how I can.

It was true Aline and I were very close

but I didn't expect this.

Nor I, I never would've thought Aline
would want to kill herself.

Perhaps she didn't know it herself.

You know, everybody has the secret thought.

Sometimes so secret
we don't even bother to tell ourselves.

Psychiatrists think they know a little
more than most about secret thoughts

but I'm not sure we do.

If that was Aline's, I didn't know it.

How did she behave at the party,
Ms. Barton?

How was she?

Firstly, I would like you to call me Leila.

Very good.

And secondly, I'm sorry but I have to go,
I have some appointments at the studio.

I do hope to see you soon.

- Hey!
- Ah'.!

Edward.

I'm... I... I must talk to you.

No, no, no dead serious.

More serious then I even know how to be.

I can't live like this anymore,
I just can't.

I haven't got the strength.

Not now, not alone.

You're not alone, baby, I'm here.

Listen, just listen.

I'm not so old, you know, I just wear
this middle aged body on the outside

but inside I'm really young.

It's a great body, love, don't knock it.

It limps.

Who cares?

- Everybody.
- Come on, Jo, it's getting better all the time.

We're alike, you know, you and I.

You're not so young either.

We both run after youth with pounding feet,
we'll never catch it.

Maybe we both limp.

So you see, Edward, we need each other.

Darling Jo, I know.

Then marry me.

Marry me!

Hm.

I never thought I would say that.

I'm sorry it came out so desperate.

You know when I was young
and in the theaters and in the pictures,

I didn't want to marry.

Oh, turned down million proposals.

Best to have my freedom then my career.

Now...

all I have is my freedom.

Well, all right, you don't want to.

Is it Leila, you love Leila?

She's so beautiful.

No, I don't love Leila.

Darling Jo.

Don't want to smile at you.

Don't want to cry at you.

Don't want to scratch your back.

Don't want the suitcase you packed.

Don't want to break yah, scare yah,

put a lot of worry into your sweet soul

I'm trying.

Trying to be working

Mr. Richmond?

To be me.

- Yeah? What do you want?
- I'm David Sorell.

I'd like to talk to you.

I've said it all, man.

I'm sure you have but I'm not a policeman,
I have no badge, no gun.

I'm a psychiatrist.

I was Aline's doctor.

- Kind of late.
- Yes, I know.

- May I come in?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I dig.

You wanna know if you blew it?

And you did.

You know, I've met cats like you before

when I was in jail.

Rehabilitation they called it.

Never saw one of you dudes
that didn't need more than I did.

I'm sure you're right.

But as long as we're the ones who decide

I'm afraid you're stuck.

Aren't you?

Nobody can help anyone,
don't you know that yet?

Yes, we can if we want.

We have to believe it first.

She came down there that morning,
walking along the edge of the water.

She had this sweet, graceful kind of walk.

You know, like she wasn't touching ground.

Like some of those tall, slim black ladies in
Africa carrying a pitcher of water on their head.

She was someone you just loved to watch.

She had this laughing face,
like she knew everything was beautiful

and it wasn't, man, it... it wasn't.

She asked me to come
to her party that night

and I said I had work

'cause I already decided I wasn't
going to fall into that bag anymore.

You know?

I don't rent the cottage.

She gave it to me for
as long as I wanted it.

Know about me?

Very little, I know you're a singer.

- You make records.
- That's right.

I even got a golden record.

That's what they give you when
you sell over a million.

Anyway, that was before I got on the junk.

And got busted.

I spent a year in jail and I kicked it.

Of course, you never really kick a habit.

It's always there, isn't it,
in the back of your head.

Yeah, that's right.

So far, I'm clean.

Anyway, I want to get back in business

and Aline, uh, gave me the cottage
so I could practice.

One time she kissed me
and said I was beautiful.

Hey, man, she was beautiful.

She wanted to love everyone.

She kept telling people to love each other,
you know?

Like... like the flower children
only she didn't mean...

just think it, she meant do it.

She'd get all those
beautiful people together

and she made them swing.

- You know about that?
- Yes, yes I do.

Told her it wasn't my bag.

Funny thing is, the next day

she never seemed to know

what I was talking about.

She just forgot.

You know,
that... that stuff can really get to you.

I mean, it grabs you.

Like maybe you always wanted
to do things like that.

And afterwards, you...

crash...

way down.

When you wake up you
don't know whether you did it

or dreamed it.

I mean, you want it to be a dream because it
just couldn't have been you doing all of that.

That's why I didn't
want to go to her party.

Yes, but you did.

There are things inside us,
I mean all of us.

Wild things we don't know about, demons.

I mean, she... she could call out demons.

- Do you know what I mean?
- No, no I don't.

Incantations, mumbo-jumbo, stuff that
would sound stupid if you weren't with it.

She turned us all on.

I've got to get a beer my mouth is all dry.

- Do you want one?
- Yes, please.

Thank you.

You know, it's far out.

I dreamed... I dreamed I saw a murder.

It was a bloody human sacrifice.

I dreamed I saw this young guy.

He had blonde hair and a beard.

He was kind of saintly,
all stretched out on the table.

And he was smiling
like he really wanted it to happen.

Aline had the knife.

Then he was screaming
because he was all cut open.

I've got to pull myself together.

Gotta little smile, I don't want a smile.

That's nice.

Mary, look up at him.

I won't be but a moment now.

Waldo, try and look sexier.

Think of her.

All right, think of yourself.

Oh, that's good.

Stand right in front of him okay.

That's really nice.

Oh, now that's how to look sexy.

Dr. Sorell does it quite naturally.

No comment.

Would you like to pose for ads, doctor?

With you it would be a pleasure.

Okay, let's quit.

I'll see what I have here,
if I need you I'll give you a call.

- Okay.
- Bye-bye.

How do you like my studio?

It looks like you.

How's that?

Quite unique.

Hm, used to be a grocery store.

On warm nights you can still smell
the onions and potatoes.

Doctor, I am so glad you could come.

I have this problem I
want to discuss with you.

Problem?
That's a psychiatrist's best friend.

Now give me that, lie down

and tell me all about it.

Well, I've been working hard all day

and right now I would
like to hear the sound

of ice in a glass of gin and bitters
and the pleasant conversation

of a very romantic looking doctor.

I think I can squeeze
that into my schedule.

But can you solve my problem?

Now that depends entirely on the problem.

It's there.

The bar.

But this must be how you're used to
seeing people all day long,

lying on their backs blurting out
their little panics.

Yes, usually when my patients
insist on being Freudian.

And you, you sit behind them out of sight

so that you can laugh
without their seeing you.

Exactly, that's the human comedy.

Much better than a play.

Oh, you're interested in the black arts?

I'm devoted to them, I'm a witch.

I'm not surprised.

Everybody loves black magic, don't you?

Loey is interested in such books, demons,

Mulciber, Astaroth, Diabolus.

Sh, sh, sh.

We don't want to call them,
it's much nicer being by ourselves.

- I like your ring.
— Yes.

I've had it for ages.

Why didn't you tell me
that you were at Aline's party?

What makes you think I was?

My own witchcraft, huh.

Well, when you asked me that day in the den

I couldn't think of any natural law that says
that I must always tell Dr. Sorell the truth.

- Is there one?
- None at all.

Tell me, doctor,
do you always tell the truth?

Are all your motives so virtuous
and your thoughts so pure?

Yes, very pure always.

You psychiatrists are very bright
but sometimes you think you have this

shinning, gleaming ring above your heads,
like a halo.

But you see, there's nothing there.

Oh, but I've got one,
I don't use it anymore.

It's strange, we're so familiar,
like old souls.

Tell me, David, are you an old soul?

Very old.

Did you know that old
souls speak to each other

ever so softly like lovers whispering
in the night?

I know.

Old soul.

What happened at Aline's party?

Oh, David, it was a party.

Aline is dead.

You know, I thought I knew her better than
anyone but I never thought she would do that.

Do you like him?

That's Elmore,
I never do anything without consulting him.

- He certainly looks like an old soul to me.
- Yes?

Mhm.

I'm sure you know
that Elmore's other name is Priapus,

the ancient God of lust,
if I'm not mistaken.

Mh, lust, isn't that the mean little word

that deeply repressed people use to
describe simple, unrestrained pleasure?

But then,
you would know more about that then I.

- Because I'm repressed?
- Because you're the doctor.

Okay, Mora, that's enough.

I want to know where Canoot's grave is.

- He's safe, miss.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

Where is he?

When someone dies, they forget everything.

You place a marker on
his grave and speak to him.

Even a dog.

He will remember and
come back and walk the night.

Cut it out, will you, Mora, I want to know!

Do you know who's place this is now, Mora?

Yes, miss.

Well, it's mine and I can
do anything I want, see.

Mora!

Hi.

You're gonna drive
Aline's car all the time now?

I'm just keeping it in shape for you, love.

When you learn how,
you'll drive it yourself.

Meanwhile, we just can't let it sit
and go to rust, can we?

No, we can't, can we.

Loey?

- I brought you a present.
- Why?

Oh, because it's Tuesday,
because I like you.

For reasons like that.

Take a look.

Wow!

Pretty great, huh?

How'd you pay for it?

With Aunt Jo's money or mine?

Loey, can't we make out better than this?

Why should we?

Well, for one thing,
it looks like I might become your uncle.

Jo and I are getting married soon.

Figures.

Then you'll be my guardian with Aunt Jo.

Sure, if it's all right with you.

Wow.

Mora!

Put that in the tack room.

No!

The tapes of Aline indicate nothing.

Absolutely nothing that
even hints of suicide.

Must've been a sudden decision.

Brought about by what?

I know what you're thinking,
you're trying to suggest a little sorcery.

The black arts.

Well, amateur stuff I dare say,
but I'll tell you something.

Even an amateur delving into something
he doesn't understand

can possibly call up something dark
and unexpected.

- Satan himself?
- Perhaps.

By the way, I have that literature
that you asked me to get.

Modern Witchcraft and
Black Mass Celebration,

would you like to pick
them up on the way home?

The answer may well lie there.

You did say that Jolene Wiley was
frightened by what she called her nightmare

and Larry Richmond had a nightmare too

involving human sacrifice?

Dreams of an ex-dope addict

and anyway, if there was a murder
where is the body?

Well bodies have vanished before now.

- Yes, but not necessarily by magic.
- No.

Well, anyway, Larry Richmond
is coming to see me tomorrow.

I'll find out then what was
dream and what wasn't

- with a little psychiatry, not sorcery.
- Oh, it's still sorcery, my boy.

White magic, black magic they're just
the same except perhaps with good results.

I've studied the black
arts with your guidance.

They exist but the
supernatural is very unlikely

and if there is
something that looks like it

it's probably very natural
with a natural explanation.

We see what we want to see.

If we want to see demons we can.

But without demons after all,
except our own desires in disguise.

- Yes, indeed, my prized pupil.
- Thank you.

Now tell me about the black mass.

Well, it isn't really very much connected
anymore with mere blasphemy,

devil worship and that sort of thing.

Very few people still believe
in a devil with horns and a tail

and a toasting fork.

- We've all become too mod for that.
- Yes, indeed.

If God's dead I expect he's taken
the devil with him.

Mind you it's all based on the Dionysian
celebrations of ancient Greece.

Do what thou will shall be the only law.

Even murder?

Do you think Aline could've become involved
in something like that?

It's possible.

Vice is addictive,
you know, it's like drugs.

Once you begin you want to go on

and the search for the ultimate thrill
could lead to murder.

Do you prefer that
explanation to witchcraft?

It's more acceptable for a rational mind.

You know, I think you tend to rationalize
too much, my dear David.

Do you always rationalize your women?

Do you rationalize Leila Barton,
for example?

No, she has this allusive quality.

The look of amusement
as if she knows everything.

And is laughing.

- How is your Latin?
- Very rusty.

It means, "If a sorcerer meets
another sorcerer and doesn't laugh

then he's not a sorcerer."

Hey, baby, why don't we go up to my place?

What would you do when you got there?

Take off my earrings, move near him,
smiling wickedly.

- And then?
— And then he'd start to kiss me,

- his face coming closer and closer and then.
- Yes?

And then I'd start to laugh 'cause I
could see all the pores in his skin.

Hello, Leila, hi, beauty, ready to go home?

Hey, what are you made up for,
trick or treat?

Oh, Leila, do I have to go now?

I think you better, love,
I have a lot of work to do.

You better wash your face too, Aunt Jo will
flip out if I bring you home like that.

She already has, why don't you go with her.

Why is she so difficult?

Is she?

I try to be friendly
and it just turns her off.

Did she say anything to you?

Well, perhaps you've forgotten
the first rule of charm.

What's that?

Never do or say anything that prevents
a woman from being lovely.

Oh, come on, she's just a kid.

- Well, then perhaps your plans are showing.
- What plans?

Well, now that Aline is dead Loey
inherits everything,

Jolene will be her guardian
for the next several years,

all of a sudden out of the blue
you want to marry Jolene.

- Even a child can understand that.
- She asked me, you get it, Jo asked me.

'Cause you're so irresistible.

You're not jealous.

How perceptive of you, Edward.

I don't understand you, you were the one
that introduced me to Jo in the first place,

- You said...
- I know what I said.

And I know you don't understand me

but I do know that Jolene is a very lonely,
neurotic woman

and I know what you're after.

But I really would like you
to understand one thing, Edward.

Be careful with Loey, just be careful.

I don't want to carry you

I don't want to bury you

I don't want to make you sad.

Take away the life you had.

And I'm not asking you to set me free

I'm just trying, working to be me.

I don't want to stare at you

I don't want to swear at you

I don't want, I want...

Show you, show you...

Good morning, darling Jo,
you look beautiful.

Lovely.

Have you ever stopped to think
what a terrible life we lead?

Stern, harsh, demanding.

Arduous toil in the fields all day
without a single joy or pleasure.

How do we stand it, love?

Why don't we revolt?

What's the matter?

- Why did you leave last night?
— You fell asleep.

And I woke up.

Oh, darling, you said yourself
for appearance sake, for Loey

I shouldn't stay here all night
until we get married, right?

Did you talk to the lawyers?

This morning.
Loey and I went to their office.

And?

I'll be Loey's legal
guardian till she's 21.

- Great.
- They'll control the money and the investments

just as they did for Aline.

Well, you didn't tell them about my
shrewd eye and my uncanny business mind?

You're so uncanny you haven't got a dime.

Yeah, but I have fun.

I bring joy, and that's a talent too.

And fun takes money.
Would you rather have fun with the lawyers?

You think too much of money.

Well, when I have enough
I won't think about it anymore.

Oh, come on, love,
what's a matter?

- Have I done something?
- You haven't heard the news.

What news?
Are we at war?

Larry Richmond is dead.

Edward, I don't like this.

It's horrible.

The fire just about
gutted the beach cottage.

They found him still on the bed.

The old story.
Fell asleep with a lighted cigarette.

He was found just lying on his bed?

Yeah. He was an ex-dope addict.

Maybe he went back on it.

Maybe.

When was his appointment to see you?

This morning.

What he said he dreamed
could have happened.

Perhaps he had to have called it a dream
because it was

too shocking for him to be called real.

Somebody wanted to kill him
because he was coming to see you?

I don't suppose you'd believe me, Sheriff,

if I told you that there might be
some witchcraft involved here.

No, I don't think so.

Well, perhaps you can find out
if there's a report on a missing person,

a young man, a hippie probably,
with long hair and a beard,

with a biblical look about him.

- Yeah, there are hundreds of them.
- Yes, sir.

This one might have been missing since

the night Aline Wiley died.

What's that got to do with anything?

He might be dead too.

What do you mean, “Dead"?

Well, there might have been

a human sacrifice.

- A what?
- And this young man

might have been it.

Yeah, okay.

Well, I'll, uh,
keep an eye out for witches.

No, I'll do that, Sheriff.
You look for the young man.

Everybody's a policeman.

Nobody likes a policeman.

But, everybody's a policeman.

All right, Caesar, come on!

What's the big idea?

What are you so jittery about?

Oh.

So, you're not in the mood.

It's too hot now anyway.
Come on.

Unsaddle him, will ya, Mora?

And give him some water.
He's pretty cranky today.

Hello, cutie.
Enjoy your ride?

- Yeah, sure.
- There's some sandwiches, darling.

Ah, she looks tired.

Listen, why don't you, uh,

you know, stretch out in the sun,
relax for a little while?

Too much trouble to go and get a suit.

Go without.

Shut up, Edward.

By the way, I'm expecting Dr. Sorell.

I don't like him dropping in
whenever he feels like it.

This happens to be my place now,
in case you didn't know it.

Well, sure, of course it is, beauty.

You know, all I had to do this morning
with the lawyers

was tell them about you
and what goes on around here,

and I'd have gotten another guardian.

I like you, Aunt Jo,
but he's not my guardian,

even if you marry him.

And don't call me "beauty."

Edward.

I wanna go away.

We will, darling Jo, soon.

Very soon.

No, to tell you the truth,
nothing's all right.

I feel, um, all flappy.

- “Happy“?
- Yeah.

You know, flap, flap, flap, like, um,

ducks flying up when you scare 'em.

It's getting really scary.

I mean, really.

I've been having these dreams lately,

and boy, are they ever weird.

Wow.

- That sounds bad.
- You're not kidding.

You can risk telling me one, I think.

Well...

Oh wow. I can't.

Of course you can, of course.

- Try it.
- Okay.

Well, I dream I'm with lots of men.

Really, I mean seriously.

Well, how could I dream it like that?

I mean, I don't even know...
Well, I do know,

but... well, I don't because...

Well, I've never, um...

How do you feel about it in the dreams?

- Well, I don't know.
- Do you enjoy it?

Yes.

But, I don't want to,
'cause when I wake up I...

I feel scared.

In my dreams, it's...

It's as though I'm...
I'm drunk or something.

You know, all kinda strung out.

But, it's Aline I'm feeling.

Did you ever actually see Aline doing this

in real life?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

Once, I thought I saw her with someone.

I didn't stay, and, well,

then I guess I cried.

Do you know why?

Because I wanted to be like her, and I...

I thought I never could.

Well, I guess I'm not really very pretty.

Oh wow, I'm crazy, aren't I?

That's it isn't it. "Loony Loey."

Sounds like the name of a volcano
in Hawaii or something.

"Loony Loey."

Well, it runs in the family, you know.

I mean, my mother wasn't really altogether
half the time.

And I guess, you know,
Aline was kinda far out.

And look at that ding-a-ling Aunt Jo.

Let's see if you can take this one.

She's began coming out at night now
like she's walking in her sleep.

And she stands here,
and she prays all by herself.

I didn't even think
she'd ever heard of God.

And anyway, why come out here and pray?
Why not pray in bed?

Oh boy, everybody's nuts around here,
including me.

And I'm getting all hollow-eyed 'cause
I just don't wanna go to sleep at night.

- I just sort of wander around.
- All right, we'll fix that.

I'll give you a prescription.
You take it when you go to bed,

and you'll sleep, believe me.

But, Loey, you have to help too.

Now, you're a strong girl,
you have an iron will.

Use it, and you will never
have these dreams anymore.

And, Loey,

we're all crazy, more or less.

So, it's not just, uh, "Loony Loey."

50, sleep soundly.

Did you enjoy the performance?

- Most of it.
- What do you mean, "Most of it"?

Well, I was thinking...

Of what?

Of you.

What a delightful coincidence.

Not so coincidental, David.

We are familiar. We really do
know each other from another place.

From a previous life you mean?
The old soul theory?

We're all old souls,
it's just a matter of remembering.

We were lovers once, a very long time ago.

Would you like to have a drink, old soul,

- just because we'd like to have a drink?
- Absolutely.

That's the best reason.
Just because we want to.

I'll get some ice.

Be right back.

You know, it's the clink that's important,
not the coldness.

Do you know someone invented the glass
with the right sound and didn't know it?

And one of these automatic ice makers,
and it's in here, busy all the time.

Fairly fatal but I also
get terribly repressed if I don't use it.

- Isn't he beautiful?
- Remarkable.

He looks like a saint.

He looks like he walked
right out of Galilee.

He's fascinating.
I wish I could remember his name.

- Where'd you find him?
- Well, I didn't. Aline did.

She always picking up lost homeless people,

like poor Larry.

It was her thing.
She loved to take 'em to her parties.

- Oh, he was there the night Aline died?
- Who?

- This young man.
- Well, I don't know.

There was so many people milling about, I
really don't remember the last time I saw him.

Oh, you don't remember seeing him there?

David, what is it? What's the matter?

It's difficult to explain.

It's something Larry Richmond told me.

And what was that?

He called it a nightmare.
He didn't seem to be sure

whether he dreamed it, or lived it.

- What?
- That a human sacrifice took place

- the night Aline died.
- Human sacrifice for what?

Oh, Leila, you must know that there are

certain cults, certain demonology games.

You mean calling up the devils?

Calling on poor, tired, old Beelzebub?

Well, there might be a dance or two
still left in the old boy.

Oh, David. All that went out
with the Middle Ages.

Who knows about the frightened ideas

of people who couldn't face the truth
that humanity is evil.

They tried to burn the evil out of
themselves by burning those poor women

they called witches.

"Humanity is evil.“
You believe that?

Evil? What is evil?

Unhappy, frustrated women,
dreaming of nightly visitations?

Uptight men dreaming of the same thing?

The succubus and the incubus.

David, is the need for love so very evil?

You didn't answer my question.

You didn't answer mine.

David, there is no supernatural.

And there are no demons.

But, there is magic.

All sorts of magic.

Like astrologists guessing right.

Cards for telling fortunes.
Even love is magic, isn't it?

You really do have to have
everything explained, don't you?

Now, do you know everything?

Almost.

Leila.

Goodnight, I have to go.

Show regret, looks sorry.

I am.

Believe me.

Hear me, for I am your daughter, Leila.

Intercede for me with the Great One,
and ask

that he whom I desire
be brought swiftly to me.

Oh, Lucifer, my Father, hear me.

Okay,
but what's so groovy about being good?

I mean, who wants to be called
"Sweet Little Loey"?

And why be square on purpose,
miss all the fun?

That's dull.

Leila says it's all hypocrisy anyway,

and that no one's really good,
they just pretend to be,

and they live on tranquilizers and booze
to keep from blowing their minds.

Leila says it would be a real
swinging world if people would just

do unto others and forget the rest of it.

You sound like
you're seeing a great deal of Leila.

Yeah. She's out there now
in your other room waiting for me.

She is?

You like her a lot, don't you?

Oh yeah, she's great.

She's got this beautiful, bawdy laugh,
you know. Just breaks me up.

I mean, you're just not the same
after you know Leila.

And she doesn't pretend a lot of stuff,
you know,

like "Oh, Loey, you mustn't say that,"
and "You mustn't do that."

Well, that's really what everybody says,
and everybody does.

- Yeah.
- What about your dreams, Loey?

- Nothing.
- Still having them?

No.

Those are really groovy pills you gave me.
I sleep great.

- Honest?
- Yeah, honest.

All right.
We could have another session tomorrow.

Okay. That all?

No, it is not all.
Now, we'll say hello to Leila.

- She really digs you.
- Mhm.

Hello.

Hello, David.

I hope you have some time today.
I wanna show you something.

I'll have a moment this afternoon, 2:00.

Well, that's lovely.
I'll pick you up?

What are we going to see?

Well, you might call it a resurrection.

See you at 2:00.

Bye.

- A cemetery?
- Uh-huh.

Well, I'm fascinated, but why?

Well, you remember the young hippie
you asked about,

- the one with the long hair and the beard?
— Yes.

Well, I've located him.

And you were right, he's in a grave.

His name turns out to be Chris.
Go see.

Hi.

- Hey, baby, what's happening?
- How are you doing?

- Great.
- Oh, uh, Chris,

- this is Dr. Sorell.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- He was a friend of Aline's.

Oh yeah?
She was really beautiful, man.

I sure dug her.
I guess everybody did.

I sure was sorry when
I heard she overdosed.

We haven't seen you for a while.
We thought you'd vanished.

It's beautiful out here.
Get to be by myself with nature.

There are always lots of flowers.

Can even be stoned if I want,
and nobody bugs me.

I guess I kinda dig graves.

- No comment?
- I don't think I have one.

And there he was, alive and well,

and at the bottom of the grave,
which somehow destroys our theory.

Of course.
Now, let me tell you what I've discovered.

There is a cult called Capricorn,

whose symbol is a goat figure, which
is the representation of Satan, of course.

Edward Bolander
is the administrator, organizer.

It's an exclusive organization,
hard to find, difficult to join,

pretty expensive when you do.

They hold their gatherings
at different wealthy homes,

rotating, as usually they're somewhat
morally relaxed, so to speak.

"So to speak"?

They celebrate a ritual black mass,

apparently only in the spirit
of good, unclean fun.

Usually nothing happens.
Just frighten themselves.

Pretty harmless.
Now, your friend Leila Barton

attends from time to time,
but isn't known as a principal.

I would've thought
she was the very soul of it all.

She's quite mystifying.

Sometimes I think I've set a little snare,

and she appears to walk right into it,

and then, right out again.

Are you certain you're not confusing

witchcraft with bewitchment?

I'm not so old that I can't remember

how it feels to be enchanted.

It still happens.
I merely do less about it.

David, I think you are supposed
only to glance, not stare.

Harry, when old men wear tuxedos,

they look somewhat alike.
Do you agree?

How did we arrive at this revelation?

But, we are used to seeing men in tuxedos,

and therefore, we can discern
the differences between them.

It seems you're trying to tell me
something. I certainly hope so.

And yet, young men with long hair
and beards resemble each other too.

But,
since we are not so used to seeing them,

we don't see the differences between them,
if you see what I'm driving at.

Oh, I do.
A very clear, astute piece of logic,

and probably dead on the mark.

Now, Harry,
I have an absurd question for you,

- but I must ask it.
- Carry on.

Do you think it's possible
for someone to gain power

over another by using a photograph?

In the same way that wax images are used?

A kind of voodoo doll?

Well, wax images work,
because the people

in whose image the dolls are made

know about it,
and believe it's happening to them.

- It's really all just suggestion.
- But, but,

what if the person
isn't aware of the image,

and feels a pinprick just the same?

Falls into another's power,
loses his own will?

It'd take an extraordinarily
powerful witch for that,

one who gathers souls for Satan.

We'd have to find the source of that power
before we could stop her.

I'm presuming I know who you mean.

But, who's the victor?

What's a matter with you?

No!

I don't like this.

There's something wrong. I've never known
Loey to be thrown from a horse before.

Calm down, darling Jo.
She's not really hurt.

She could've been killed.

Well, nobody rides that much
without a fall once in a while.

I don't want Loey hurt.

Well, neither do I. What are you talking about?
You act as if I had something to do with it.

No. I don't know.

I guess I'm just madly worried.

Here, love.

Have this. You'll feel better.

Go ahead. Do be careful
what you say in front of Sorell.

Edward.

I wanna leave,
I wanna get out, I mean it.

Sure, love.

Aline got out.

So did Larry Richmond.

Cool it.

- How is she?
- She's all right.

Dr. Sorell wants her to
have some orange juice.

Yes, I'll get it.

What's the matter?

You nearly made yourself a
nice little fortune, didn't you?

What are you talking about?

It was an accident.

You fool.

Are you taking these pills?

You don't look like you're
getting enough sleep.

Yeah, yeah.

- Is that the truth?
- Well, what's the difference?

What if I dream?
Doesn't hurt anybody.

- No, just you.
- Oh, who cares?

Here, darling.
Here's your orange juice.

- I don't want it.
- Oh come on, sweetie.

- It's good for you. Energy.
- Look, I don't want it.

Now, would you leave me alone,
you old drunk?

- Oh, Loey.
- She didn't mean it.

Yes, I did.
Don't try to make me good... I'm not good.

She sounds just like Aline.

Oh, Lucifer, answer us, love us.

Call on providence
advance our pleasures.

Master of sumptuous sins and great vices,

send Lucifer among us,
that we may proclaim Him the true God.

Lord of lust and laughter,

we bid thee, come and take
thy throne from the Pretender.

Oh, Master, come accept our sacrifice.

Oh, Lucifer, hear us.

Ahh!

Oh no.

Lord, forgive me.

I...

I pray God to forgive me.

No. No.

Don't come back. Don't come back.

Okay, Doc, but I don't get it.

What did that accomplish?
You can take off all that hair now, Frank.

You look dumb.

So?

I think

if you dig under those flowers,

you'll find the body of
the missing young man.

Yeah? How come?

She just told us
by the way she just behaved.

I don't know about this, I...

I got no warrant, I got nothing.

It's there.

It's there. I'm sure of it.

All right.
Here, hold this.

What's going on?
Hey, Jo, what's happening?

What are you doing here?

Who's that?

Hey, what is this?

That's the sheriff and the deputy.

They are digging for
the body of a young man.

- I don't know what he's talking about.
- What young man?

The young man who was here at the party
the night Aline died.

- You're crazy.
- Why don't you go and look?

Yeah, I will.

Will you tell me what
you think you're doing?

- Who are you?
- Edward Bolander.

- A friend of the family.
- Right, and I'll speak for Jolene Wiley,

and ask you to clear out of here.

It's there, Sheriff.

All right, let's go.

What is this, Nazi Germany?

Yeah, okay, there is a body down there.
Yeah, go on, dig for it.

And tomorrow I'll tell the press
about the stupid sheriff

who came out here in the middle
of the night to dig up a dead dog.

Go on, dig.

Dig!

All right.

Happy now?
Now, would you mind clearing out of here?

And would you mind
not coming back here anymore?

I think we can do without you.

Sorry, I was mistaken, Sheriff.

Yeah, and I'll probably be sued.

Oh, well, I'm not wrong about the body.

I'm wrong about the place where to find it.

Don't call me, Doc.
I'm not listening to anymore dreams.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I think they oughta build a wall

around this whole part of the country.

Call it an asylum.

Well, what were they doing?

Why was Dr. Sore“ here?

I don't know.

- Well, I'll find out.
- No, no, I don't want you to go out there.

Why not?
What are you so scared about?

Look, relax.

Oh, Canoot.

Look what they've done to you.

This isn't where you belong.

Come on.
I'll make a grave for you some place else.

- Ahh!
- Take it easy, beauty.

What's a matter?
Calm down, calm down.

- What are you doing out here?
- It's in there!

There's something else in there,
it was a hand!

- Oh, well, let's go see.
- No, let go! Let go of me!

- I don't wanna go and see it! Let go! Let go!
- Let's go see it!

Ahh!

Hello. Yes?

Loey's gone.

She went out to the cliff like Aline.

When I went out and called her,

she was gone.

Please.

- Come back.
- Where is Edward?

He's...

Dead?

Hey, uh, what killed that one?
Any idea?

No, he looked like
he had a stroke or something.

Yeah. Hey, what's his name?

- Bolander?
- Right.

- How about that one?
- We don't know. He's been dead for a while.

- Well, what happened?
- We don't know.

Hey, look, pal,
all I wan 'ts some information.

I've told you all I can.

He was someone Aline met on the beach.
I never knew his name.

After the party was over,

Edward wanted him to go.
There was a fight I guess.

The young man had a knife,
and Edward took it away from him,

and killed him. I don't think he meant to.

And then, he buried him in the garden.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

I couldn't. I was afraid.

Edward threatened me.
And I was not just afraid for myself,

but for Loey.

Loey, we can go back now.

It's all over.

I saw the hand under Canoot.

And I was gonna run or yell,
or something, and...

And then, Edward grabbed me,

and he hurt me,
and I was really scared.

And then... and then,
he kinda had a fit, you know.

And he grabbed at his throat
and started choking and everything.

And I ran away.

Oh, I don't know what happened.
I... I just wanted to get away.

Okay.

I think if that is all,

we'd better leave her now.

I've given her a sedative.

Okay.

Well, you were right...
Except about that demonology stuff.

Bolander and the kid had a fight,
Bolander killed him.

It's as simple as that.
That makes sense.

If any killing makes sense.

I mean, police sense.

Well, I guess I should say thank you,

but I'm not sure what for,

and I don't wanna know.

Loey, there's something
you didn't tell the sheriff.

I'd better know. It's important.

Loey.

- Tell me.
- No.

No, you'd have to put me away.

I can't. I can't.

All right. Sleep.

Jolene.

What you told the sheriff wasn't the truth.

- Oh yes, no, it was, I swear it.
- Loey's life might be in danger.

You have to help now.
You have to be strong.

- But, I...
- Edward didn't kill that boy.

Aline plunged the knife in him.

It was a black mass.

Yes.

But, it was Leila that made us

pray to the devil.

It was like we were

hypnotized.

And there was a gold figure

with eyes that glowed.

- I was so afraid.
- Now, you stay with Loey.

- Don't leave her.
- No.

Don't leave her.

Hello, David.

It was you.

It was you who saved Loey from Bolander.

Edward was a small man.

A small, greedy man.

Would you like some coffee, David?
You've had a very busy night.

No, thank you.
This isn't exactly a social call.

- No?
- No.

Then, what is it?

I know what happened, Leila.

You forced an amateur black mass
into the real thing.

You brought it to a real human sacrifice,

and had Aline do it.

That's why she killed herself.
She couldn't face what she had done.

- I didn't want her to die, David.
- I know.

But, you thought you had control of her,

that she had no will of her own left,
just as you're doing with Loey.

No Will and no conscience, like you.

- David, your halo is showing.
- Yes, I have put it on again.

- I'm sorry.
- I am too.

And Larry Richmond's death
wasn't an accident either.

- The police said it was.
- Yes, but the ashes of his photograph

are probably there in the fireplace.

And, Leila, please,

release Loey.

And if I don't, what will you do, David?

I think you broke the rule

that you are capable of love.

There is no power in evil if you love.

I love... a little.

Never thought I could.
Never thought it would happen to me.

Yes, I love.

And you, don't you?

Yes.

David.

David, I knew we were old souls
meeting for a second time.

We must stay together now.

- I can't.
- We must.

We could live so gloriously,

live so many different lives together.

Oh, David, the world
has always been ruled by Lucifer.

Acknowledge Him.
That's all you have to do.

Just call His name, my love.

Call Lucifer.

Call His name.

Next time, my love.

Perhaps in another life.