Warlock III: The End of Innocence (1999) - full transcript

We'll rest a moment, love.

Sweetheart?

Sweetheart?

Where are you?

Come to Mommy.

Kris.

Kris ...?

Where are you?

Only when he looks at you.
He'll call.

Are you sure you
won't come out tonight?

Yeah, I want to. I just
have drawings for Monday.



Why couldn't I be an art major?

I'd be doodling all this weekend

instead of memorizing
the lives of Russian tsars.

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

And remember,
color inside the lines.

You are such a child.

You gotta be more careful.
I could've been anybody.

I wish you were anybody.
Nobody would scare me like that.

I hate it
when you do that, Michael!

Hey, hey ... nothing beats
a little scare now and then.

Gets the adrenaline flowing,
you feel alive ...

primal ...

Hey!

... a little out of control.



What is this about, Marquis?

Just a little power exchange,
a little role playing.

Works for Scott and Lisa.

Oh, yeah, they're
the example to follow.

You can spank me later.

No thanks.
I have other plans for you.

Michael!

Yeah?

Wait a second.

Honey, it's for you.

Hello?

Yes ...
yes, it is.

You're kidding.

A house?

Yes, I suppose so.

I've never ...

No, no. I'll ...

Okay.

I will.

Thank you.

What was that all about?

That was a guy from the
Historical Society up in Thatcher.

Only you would get a call
in the morning from a historian.

We ... they ...
have a house.

I didn't even know about it.

A house that has been in my family
for hundreds of years.

Somehow this guy
tracked me down.

The town wants to tear down the house,
and they said I can go through

and take out family things if I want.

What?

You're not actually
going there, are you?

Why don't you come with me?
It'll be an adventure.

So it's like, what, totally empty?
And we do what there?

You keep me company?
You know, support a friend?

Oh ... right.

I'll go.

I mean ... we could have fun, guys.

We could ... hang out.

You've got finals, Jer.

- We all do.
- Yeah, and no offense, hon,

but you can study anywhere.

You know, have sketch pad,
will travel and all that

but we need
the comforts of home ...

- books, laptops, take-out pizza ...
- Drugs.

Why do this, Kris?

A couple of years ago, when my mom
died I found out I was adopted.

They never told her.

The problem was that no one from
my biological family was left.

There was no one to ask
the questions you need answered,

like, why they gave you up.
Little things like that.

So, if this means that
I am gonna find out something,

then I am going to go,
even if it means spending the night

in some empty old house.

Yeah, well, just
remember Dr. Zaius, Baby.

Who is that?

"Planet of the Apes."
Charlton Heston rides into the sunset

with the chick
in the fur bikini.

Right before he finds the Statue
of Liberty, the head ape says,

"You may not like
what you find."

Yeah, hold on.

I'm out by the old Miller house.

Complaints again.

Yeah, it's banging this time.

Haifa mind to think
it's the frozen pipes.

About 50 years the
place has been empty.

Anyway, the town
wants me to check it out.

I shouldn't belong.

I can't believe
you won't come with me.

We talked about this.
This is an important semester for me.

You know that of all people.

I gotta score. I need
this weekend with the books.

Sweetheart, I am doing it for us.

Oh, come on, Michael.

Hey, I got a great idea.

Why don't you go with Jerry?

We know he'd love to take you.
Hell, he'd drop out at the chance.

Yeah, like I might want
to be alone with Jerry.

It's just a suggestion.

You know what I mean.

I love Jerry, but not for
a dark night in a lonely house.

I mean, is Jerry
going to protect me?

I don't think so.

You could.

Protect you from what, hon?

Michael, this is
really scary for me.

I mean, what if
what Scott said is right?

Who knows what
I am going to find there?

Tell you what,

we leave on Monday after exams,
all right? We drive up together.

Michael, they are pulling
stuff out starting Monday.

I want to get there now.

See ya.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.
I am so sorry.

Are you okay?

Why are you here?

What do you want?

I'm looking for Thatcher.

The Miller house?

You've come back?

Yes ...
What?

Go home.

There's nothing for you here.

No. I know that.
I'm looking for the Miller house.

Believe me, you don't want
to go to that house.

Right ... Okay.

Death's in that house.
It's all by design.

I'll find it myself.
Thanks.

Where are you?

Come to Mommy.

Kris?

You won't get this child,
Warlock.

I swear it.

She's mine.

She's been given to me.

Mommy, Mommy!

Hello?

Hello?

Whoa ...

Okay, I'll come back tomorrow.

Shit.

So much for you.

Help me ... Kris ...

Please, please ... help me.

Please ... please.

Help me, Kris ...
I'm in here.

I'm afraid, please help me!

Kris ...

Man, we were banging for like
an hour. Where were you?

- Shit, you did it again!
- Did what?

The banging and the voices.

I don't like it when
you scare me, Michael.

Right. We're going
to get a lot of work done here.

Maybe we should have slept on the lawn
so we wouldn't have disturbed you.

I was just so fucking scared, Michael.

We got food. We got
vegetarian for you and Robin.

We got meat for the men,
small child for Lisa.

And the wind was blowing
the windows open and closed.

What about the voice?

Check it out, we swiped
the glasses from the lounge ...

Hey, can I get a word in here?

Hon ... it's a typhoon out there.

We almost got blown off the road.

I mean, you are alone
in an old house,

the wind and rain can do
all kinds of crazy things.

Honey ...

we didn't try to scare you.

He's telling the truth. I was hearing
some crazy stuff out there too.

Oh, Michael.

What the hell are you guys
doing here anyway?

Your boyfriend made us ...
asked us to come up.

Something about supporting
you in this difficult time.

And we figured we could study here.
In fact, it might be easier.

You know, no distractions.

Right.

Who was doing
that little girl voice?

What little girl voice?

Guys, I got your problem here.

Frozen ...

frozen pipe situation.

Guys ...

Oh, this is some good shit.

Hey, guitar boy,
no time for napping.

Everybody's got a job to do.

I was trying to fix
the pipes or something.

It was banging.

Nice going, genius.
Way to break the floor.

I'm glad you guys
brought sleeping bags

because the accommodations
aren't much.

I don't like this place, Michael.

There's nothing here that's gonna
tell me anything about my family.

I want to leave
first thing in the morning.

Look baby, you gave
yourself a good scare,

but now you've got
your crew with you.

You've got nothing to worry about.

You'll see, tomorrow
is going to be different.

I'll make a big breakfast,
we'll have a blast,

we'll search around.
I'll bet we find something.

Okay.

Everything above here is sacred.

Everything below here is sacred.

Everything east of here is sacred.

Everything west of here is sacred.

Morning, kids.

Morning, Dad.
Mmm ... pancakes?

Right. I got a batch for you
with soymilk right here.

Oh, my hero.
And hero to cows everywhere.

You would know.

Coffee!

- Looks good, man.
- Damn good.

Hey, you're in my no-fly zone.

I don't know ...
it's kind of a dump, but ...

the place kind of rocks.
Don't you think?

I don't know. Hey, is it me Jer,
or is this thing getting bigger?

Well, look who's up.

They want me to go
through family stuff,

and so far I haven't
been able to find any stuff.

It is like the house
has been turned upside down.

Not even a book.

So great, that means we can
go back to civilization?

I'm Mr. Butterfield.
We spoke on the phone.

Oh, right, the historian.
Come in.

Thank you.

Can I take your wet coat?
Do you want some breakfast?

No, no, thanks, I can't stay.

I just came to bring you
some papers to sign,

permission to take some things
off the premises, that kind of thing.

Who is it, Kris?

It's the historian,
the phone call.

Can you tell me about my family?

You want some pancakes?
How are you doing?

I need to spend some time
with Mr. Butterfield,

so I'll be with you in a minute.

Sure, no problem.

I need to ...

What can you
tell me about the house?

The house, well ... the house was
once owned by a man named Covington.

A horrible man, evidently.

He wasn't ...?

Your relative?
No, no.

Why was he so horrible?

Well, there was a lot of talk
about disappearing children,

ritual sacrifice,
that kind of thing.

Of course, all this
was in the 1600's.

People did say those
kinds of things those days.

Still, the evidence
is rather compelling.

What happened to him?
How did we get the house?

He disappeared ...

quite suddenly, mysteriously.

No one was very surprised,
or too upset, for that matter.

And then your ancestor,
Katherine Miller, bought the house.

Oh, her daughter was one
of those who disappeared.

Are you all right, Miss?

Yeah, yeah.

This is just the first time
I am hearing any of this.

Well, what I came to tell you
is that I do have some letters.

Well, one long letter actually written
by your great grandmother in 1674.

I can't quite make it out.

The funny thing is it was
written to a woman named Kris.

Maybe, you were named after her.

Wow.

I have brought her
to you, my prince.

Your sacrifice
as it was written.

A child of the caul, born on the
blue moon, and she has the blood.

This is my gift to your glory.

... but school is not the real world.
It's all crap.

It's not going to be anything
like it, not in a million years.

I'll get it.

You are a dreamer, man.
Big dreamer.

Yeah?

Hello, my name is
Phillip Covington.

Kris, this is Phillip.

Needs to talk to you.
He says he's an architect.

... An architect with a particular
interest in old houses.

I've admired the house
for some time

and I couldn't believe
my good fortune

that the Miller house was finally
open and the owner home, no less.

I'm just learning about
the house myself from Mr. Butterfield.

This house is actually
quite famous.

It has been painted
countless times.

It was even an artist's home
in years past.

I could show you some drawings.

You do realize the house
could be worth a fortune?

Very powerful energy
in this place.

They say the wood was brought
from Spain from an old church.

One must feel it.

Excuse me.

I've been town historian
here for 37 years,

and I've never seen
any paintings.

As an expert on the genealogy
of the Miller family,

I can assure you
no artist ever lived here.

I'm afraid you are wrong.

There is one here right now.

Would you mind
if I looked around?

No, be my guest.

I didn't catch your name, sir.

I wonder if you could
tell me your business here?

I'll need those letters.

For her eyes only, I'm afraid.

Wait a minute. How did you
know about those letters?

Give them to me.

I believe I'll have
a conversation with young Kris.

That won't be possible.

I can't ... breathe.

Then let me give you some air.

Those who forget the past
are doomed to repeat it.

Where's Mr. Butterfield?

Oh, he couldn't stay.

He said he needed some air.

Oh, I didn't see him leave.

The storm is terrible.

I forgot to ask him
about the letters.

Oh, yes.
He mentioned them.

I am sure he'll return.

What did he say about them?

The contents were rather vague.

Something about,
"we need a new mule,”

"the butter churn is broken."

The sort of thing
those poor folks worried about.

But, enough of ancient history.
I really should be going.

No.

The storm.

Maybe, you can stay just
for lunch or until the storm lets up?

Yes, I suppose it would
give me more time

to see the house
and to get to know you.

You could probably tell me
so much about this place.

Kris, you didn't have
anything for breakfast.

You want me to
make you something?

No, I'll take care of it.
Thanks.

You'll stay ...?

Okay. We're just going
to be hanging out.

I hope it's not boring.

Oh, I am sure it will be
anything but boring.

Quite a girl, isn't she?

You love her, don't you?

No.

Oh, you can't hide it.

It oozes from you lad,
nor should it be hid.

A man is never more a man
than when he truly loves a woman.

I ... could help you win her.

We went to high school together,
and we are really close friends,

but she has a boyfriend already.
She has Michael.

He's not her true love.

Anyone can see that.

She's a sensitive girl.

An artist.
He doesn't understand her.

Artists don't know what
they think or what they want.

They only know how they feel.

Do you ever talk
to her about feelings?

About ... how she feels?

No.

So, I guess after lunch
you'll be, what, going?

Well, actually, I thought
I would ride the storm out here.

Your car doesn't
work in the rain?

No, it's not the rain.

Come on, guys.
Don't give him a hard time.

You're an architect, huh?

So you, what, design houses?

No, Lisa, boats.

So what can you
tell us about this house?

Please?

Certainly.

Few people know there's a series
of catacombs underneath the house,

a network of tunnels built as
an escape route during colonial times.

Cool.
Can we see them?

I'm afraid they have been
sealed for hundreds of years.

So why did you
become an architect?

It's my calling,
like Ms. Kris' art.

Like Jerry's music.

Like my golden touch.

- Sellout.
- Like hell, I am.

A few years of sucking at the tit
of the Wall Street money machine

and I can do my own thing.

Yeah, if you even know
what your own thing is by that time.

I just want to do my own work.

Even if it means waiting
tables, I don't care.

I don't want to be a player
in somebody else's dream.

Because ... I mean,
you got to be free.

Did you guys ever feel
like you had to do this thing,

and doing anything else
is almost like digging a ditch,

like it's a prison sentence?

Exactly.

Free to be a waitress.
It sounds like bullshit to me.

She won't be a waitress.

I mean, she'll be an artist
with ketchup stains, that's all.

Interesting amulet.

Oh, thanks.

It's kind of like my protector.

Yes.
The Diana Stone, isn't it?

The Huntress.

No demon can harm you
as long as you wear it.

Yeah.
That's right.

So, is she a close friend?

She's my best friend.
Why?

Nothing.

She's surrounded
by her closest friends.

That's good.

The future captain of industry.

Hey, whatever it takes.

To ...?

To live the good life.
To not have to struggle.

To make it.

You've known bad times?

My old man's a dreamer like her,

but you can't feed your
family on dreams, right?

Your father disappointed you?

That's the fuckin'
understatement of the year.

And you're afraid
you'll be just like him?

Hell, no.
I'm nothing like him.

I imagine not.

You're a different person.
You have a different heart.

You may be better served
trying to be more like Michael

than trying to be
less like your father.

It's all a matter of emphasis.

Hey, you guys.

That man, the architect ...

has he been talking with you?

Yeah, Phillip.
He's cool, don't you think?

Did he ask you about Kris?

Yeah, so ...?

I don't like this.

What?
You don't like what?

His snooping around,
the questions.

Have you ever noticed
the way he watches us?

Oh, Jesus, Robin, chill.
He is an architect, right?

He wants to learn about the house.
So of course he's interested in Kris.

That's why he's here.

He's going to ask questions.

Did you give him anything?
Did he take anything from you?

No, why?

Nothing.

Don't trip out, he's cool.

What is it, sweetie?

Michael?! Michael!

Michael ...!

Michael ... Michael!

Kris ... Kris, wake up!

You're having a nightmare.

On, God.

It was so real.

It's a good thing
I came in when I did.

You were thrashing around
like a mental patient.

Thanks for the image.

Look, Kris, that guy, Phillip,
do you know where he is?

He was in my dream.

I figure he's
checking out the house. Why?

I get a bad vibe.

You get a bad vibe
watching cartoons.

Yeah, that's right,
like those old "Bugs Bunnys”,

the ones that are all
about death and hunting and ...

Robin ...?
What's this about?

Look, just do me a favor.

Don't give him anything.

Huh?

I think he's bad, Kris.

The way he watches,
what he asks about ...

about you, about how close
we are to you, the things he knows.

I did a tarot about him.

- The news wasn't good.
- Meaning?

Meaning, he's not what he seems.

I think he's a witch, Kris ...

a warlock.

I thought that you said
that you were a witch.

I am, but it's different.

True followers of the craft practice
powers for good, for the earth,

for occasional love potions, but anyone
can learn to use those powers.

Okay, so what do we do?

Okay, listen ...

Witches, Warlocks, and other demons
that commune with the devil

work their spells with aid of
a personal item from their victim.

If the item is given willingly,
the spell has that much more power.

So I won't give him anything?

That's right.
Just as a precaution.

Okay ... he's different,
I'll give you that,

but he's a demon, and he's going
to cast spells on us ... and why?

I don't know,
but I'm going to find out.

In the meantime, promise me
you won't give him anything.

Okay.

Hey!

I just want to thank you so much
for the advice that ... you gave me.

I have never seen her react
like that before.

You're welcome, lad.

This ... remember I told you I would
let you see some of my music?

Check this out.

This one's about Kris.

They all are.

Don't tell her that.

His song is his soul ...
his soul is he ...

and as it burns
he'll belong to me.

Now, Jerry, I need you
to do something for me.

But that's like the
whole point of natural selection ...

every few years, there is like,
this thinning of the herd.

That's why we've got
wars, famine, plagues.

Check it out. We got chicken flu,
mad cow, Ebola, AIDS.

I'd say we've got two years max.
So have fun while you can.

Amen, babe. Amen.

Looks like I am getting
a lot of work done down here.

Look, I am going back upstairs.
Call me when it's time to make dinner.

That is, if the world
is still standing.

I know who you are.

What do you want?
What do you want from us?

The Miller girl.

You're going to give her to me.

- No way. Never.
- Then die. It's that simple.

Are you ... looking for this?

Oh yes, it's yours.

Azarak, Zomerak ...
Arodia!

Wow ...
this stuff really works.

Yes ...
yes it does.

But in naive hands
it's merely a parlor trick.

Azarak, Zomerak, Arodia.

Azarak - Zomerak - Arodia!

For each of your spells,
I have twenty against them.

Be still, young witch.

Where's Robin?
She was gonna make sauce.

I don't know. I haven't
seen her for a while.

Have any of you guys
talked to her about Phillip?

She thinks he's bad news.

I agree. I don't
trust the guy.

Lisa likes him, though.

Look, I don't like him, okay?

Geez, you get one incredibly
handsome guy around them,

and they get all jealous.

What do you think, Jerry?

What? Are you talking to me?

Phillip, what do you
think about him?

He's a good guy.
He's smart.

How the hell would
you know who's smart, man?

Leave me alone, man.

You know I'm going to
forget that, bitch,

but you better watch
your manners next time.

- Scott?
- What? I was just fucking around.

It's almost time.

Oh, you scared me.
Time for what?

Oh, time for dinner.

Except if we didn't bring
the spaghetti strainer,

it's going to be a long night.

Your timepiece, it's quite old.

Huh?
Oh, the watch.

That's funny.

- Funny?
- It was my father's.

Pretty much the only thing he ever
gave me that was worth anything.

I should sell it.

I could get it appraised for you
so you're not taken advantage of.

Right on.

Rob?

Robin?

On, God.

The father's son
will end this day ...

just like this fruit
in death's decay.

I'm really worried about Robin.

I mean, how do you
get lost in a house?

Are you kidding? She's probably
meditating in a closet somewhere.

You know how she is,
if the vibes aren't right or something.

Yeah, don't you remember
last year at the lake?

She hid in the closet because
she wanted to get into her own head?

They found her playing a sitar,
eating millet cookies and wheat grass.

Yeah, but if I remember correctly,

she did achieve head space liftoff
and weren't we jealous?

You know you guys
can all make jokes,

but I don't know anybody more
perceptive or sensitive than Robin,

and she's a really good person.

She would never make fun
of you behind your back.

She's a freak.

Fuck you.

Come on, Kris, I'm just saying ...

I know what you're just saying.

Hey, could everybody
just chill? Huh?

Hey, man, are you okay?

You don't look so good.

You're all yellow.

I'll be fine. It's probably
just indigestion or something.

Sweetie, are you all right?

What?

You're okay, aren't you Jerry?

I have a headache.

This is one sickly bunch.

Well, you make sure
you stay healthy. Okay?

This is ridiculous.

I'm going to find Robin if I have to
turn the house upside down.

I'd appreciate some help.

I'll see if I can place her.

Great.

Take care of yourself.

Hey, look what Phillip gave me.

Supposedly it was used around here
to get witches to confess.

You know we always
wanted one of these.

Yeah, I thought
it was really sweet.

So I gave him that drawing
that Kris did of us.

Lisa?

Lisa ...?

Lisa, come on,
where are you, baby?

Lisa?

Lisa.

Robin?

Robin?

Robin?

Robin?

Robin.

Robin?

"Under his hideous spell,
those closest to you ...

are forced to betray you or suffer
an agonizing and cruel death."

How say you?

Take her.

"Then on the blue moon,
you, the child of the caul,

daughter of a witch, were taken
to his lair as his evil sacrifice."

Mr. Miller.

Take her.

"Of course, I knew
how to defeat him, or thought I did ...

for I was a woman of the craft
and I had the talisman.

But I made a horrible mistake.

I didn't kill the evil
and only now do I know ...

the only true way to kill
the warlock is to ..."

Is to ... what?

... is to what?

To what?

Jerry ...

Jerry.

We've gotta get out of here.
You gotta find Michael,

and we got to get out of here.
Jesus, Jerry!

Michael ...

- Michael!
- Be still.

Michael.

Michael!

Michael.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

You.

I have waited a long time.

Avery long time.

I want you gone.

So desperate to
find out who you are.

Do you want to know, Kris?

You don't know me.

A child of the caul
born of witch's blood.

You'll be sacrificed,
and, as your blood runs,

I'll raise from the pits
of hell a woman, a consort ...

who will mother a race of evil
the world has never seen.

It is my purpose.

My destiny ...

and yours.

You're insane.

That is not who I am.
I am not a witch.

No, you are not.
That's clear.

You are a scared little girl,
and you don't have the power,

but your mother did.

You have her blood,
that's all I need.

Jerry?

Michael!

Scott?!

How ironic ...

when it is I that need your friends
for the sacrifice to have its effect.

It's an inconvenience,
but as they say,

the devil is in the details.

Let me show you something.

What will they do, Kris?

Do you think they'll forsake
you to end their suffering?

Perhaps, you will be
saved by young Jerry.

His two loves, you and music.

But after what I have
done to him he'll forsake you

or he'll never hear
another note again.

And then there's Michael,
your great love.

Well, he is literally
turning into his father,

unfortunately,
his father is dead.

It is of no use, Kris.

I've sealed the house.

The sacrificial child
must be given to me.

Do you give her to me, friends?

Yes.

Take her.

Yes!

Do what he wants.
Give that bitch up!

Do what you want.

Don't worry, Jerry.

I can hear you
as you can hear me.

I can't.

No matter what you do to me.

I love her.

I see, Jerry, yes.

Let me show you something.

I won't do it.

The others have already
forsaken her, Michael.

Are you willing to die for her?

No!

As is the piece ...

so is the whole.

Kris!

Michael!

Now, Michael ...

this could last
a very long time.

I'm sorry, Kris.

Take her.

See you soon, Kris.

Michael!

One more loyal friend to go.

Michael ...!

Jerry, oh, God.

Let's go.

Jerry, no.

No! Jerry!

She's yours.

Jerry? Why?

No!!

Jerry, why?!

Jerry, why?

Would you like to see
what I showed Jerry?

The one thing worse
than his deafness,

the one thing that
turned him against you.

Yeah, like I want to be
alone with Jerry.

I mean, is Jerry going to protect me?
I don't think so.

Yeah, like I might want
to be alone with Jerry.

I don't think so.

Yeah, like I might want
to be alone with Jerry.

Like I might want
to be alone with Jerry.

See, Kris?

Jerry was actually quite strong.

He could stand anything except
the idea you thought him a joke.

That to him was
worse than death.

You're sick.
I didn't say those things.

Motherfucker!

Let go of me!

No! No ...

No!

Somebody?!

Michael!

Somebody ...

No one can hear you, lass,

and if they could,
they'd be of little help.

As much as I relish your screams,
I do need to concentrate.

People believe they live
many lives, Kris.

Repeating life's lessons
over and over

until they reach paradise ...

but some of us,
those with the witches' blood

or those born into it
are literally reborn intact

into the very same lives
as they were before.

I've waited 350 years
for this moment.

Do you remember?

When you return, Kris, it will be
as the bride of Lucifer himself,

and Kris ...

he'll never let you down.

Abbadon, Asmodeus ...

Astaroth.

Pelial,

Belphegor,

Sambael, Rofocael.

Angels of hell hear me.

Prepare our dark prince, Lucifer ...

for his new bride.

You won't escape me this time, Kris.

There's no one here to help you now.

I'm afraid Mommy is not coming.

You can't use the talisman.

You don't have the power.

Yes ...
Yes, I can.

You don't have the power!

You think you can defeat me
with my own weapons?

No ...
With mine.

I'm sending you away, my love ...

as we talked about.

You'll never be safe here now.

I'll join you when I can.

But remember,
no matter what happens ...

I'll always be with you.

I'll remember.

Strength ...

Strength and courage
tempered by judgment.

Spiritual strength
overcomes evil.

Fortitude and the joy of life.