Witchcraft XII: In the Lair of the Serpent (2002) - full transcript

(dramatic instrumental music)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Are you ready to
call it a night?

- What are you talking about?

Hey, I'm just getting started.

- It's 1:30, Jeff.

- One more drink?

I'm buying.

(car engine running)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(cheering and clapping)



(glass clinking)

And to growing old gracefully.

- You're 26.

- But I feel like an old man.

- You're an old dork.

(laughing)

- We should do this more often.

- What, go out to clubs?

- No, hang out.

I hardly ever get
to see you anymore.

- I know.

This new job at the college

is a little more
than I'd planned for.

I mean, there's
so much to learn,



and the hours are
totally insane,

and, Jeff, put down the lamp.

Hello?

(glass clattering)

Shit, shit.

- Sorry, Cindy.

- And you weren't
even listening to me?

- I'll get some paper towels.

- No, let's just go.

Let's just go.

- No, just stay here.

I'm gonna be right back.

(mumbling)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- I saw what happened.

- That was an accident.

- I hope your
girlfriend's not too mad.

(laughing)

- She's not my girlfriend.

- No?

- No, it's my sister.

- How cute.

- I'd better be going.

- What's the rush?

(cheering)

(laughing)

- Are you for real?

- Is this real enough for you?

(cheering)

(booing)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Jeff.

Jeff?

Jeff?

Jeff.

(insects chirping)

Jeff.

Jeff.

Jeff.

Jeff.

Jeff.

(car engine running)

(siren ringing)

- You live here?

- Yeah, something wrong?

- Just kind of industrial.

- I need a lot of
space for my work.

- Really, what kind
of work you do?

- I'm a sculptor.

I work with metals.

- Can I see it?

(foreboding instrumental music)

That's nice.

- Are you coming or not?

- It's kind of cold in here.

- You've never done
this before, have you?

- Of course I have.

- You wanna go back?

I can take you back.

- Come on, Tisa.

- You don't have to
if you don't want to.

(gentle instrumental music)

- What's that for?

- You can touch,
but you can't look.

- No fair.

- Play by my rules,
or don't play at all.

- It's kind of tight.

- Don't worry.

(upbeat instrumental music)

- What the,

(dramatic instrumental music)

(grunting)

No. (yelling)

(car engine running)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Cindy, it's Will.

- Hey, you're in town.

I thought you weren't
supposed to be here

till this afternoon.

- Flight got in a little early.

How are you doing?

- Just trying to keep sane.

It's not easy.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, I guess.

I still can't believe--

- Yeah, I know.

Hey, you gonna be around
for a little while?

- Yeah, why?

- I thought I'd come on by,

and we can grab
something to eat,

if you feel up to it.

- I really don't feel
like going anywhere

or doing anything,

but if you come by here,

I can make us something.

- You don't have to do that.

- No, really, I'd love to.

Do you remember how to get here?

(gentle instrumental music)

(car engine running)

- What the fuck is this, Tom?

- It looks like some
sort of cult thing,

yeah, maybe Satanists,
possibly witchcraft.

I got some guys
researching that symbol.

- And?

- Nothing yet.

- Well, you better
find out something

before the next murder happens.

- How do you know
there's gonna be one?

- This isn't just some
garden variety serial killer.

Whoever did this is
following some ancient ritual

that tells them how
and when to kill.

They'll try and do this again,

only next time, you'd
better be there.

Who else has seen these?

- Nobody outside the precinct.

- Good, I don't want this thing

getting out to the press.

They love making celebrities
out of these assholes.

- Don't worry about it, Chief.

I'll take care of it.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Lord, we commit the soul
of your humble servant,

Jeffrey Rodrick Lawton,

and commit his
body to the ground.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust,

in the name of the father,
son, and the Holy Spirit, amen.

- Thanks.

So how's Seattle treating you?

- Okay, I guess.

My practice is working out.

We have a lot of new clients.

- How long has it been
since you've come back here?

- Last year, remember?

- Yeah, you came back
for Jeff's birthday.

- Cindy, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to bring that up.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

It's not your fault.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

God, I miss him so much.

I just can't believe it

that he's gone,

and I keep expecting
him to come in the door

and tell me that it's just
all a big joke, you know,

but it's not.

He's gone,

and it's my fault.

- Come on, Cindy.

How can you say that?

- Well, the last
time that I saw him,

we were in this club,

and he went to the bathroom,

and he didn't come back.

I finally went to
go look for him,

and that's when I saw him leave

with this woman.

- You never told me that.

What woman are
you talking about?

- I don't know who she was.

- Did you tell
this to the police?

- Yeah, yeah, course I did.

They said, "Not much to go on."

- Did they ever say
anything about Jeff?

- Not really.

- After they found him.

- No actually.

It almost seemed like they
were holding something back.

- Do you remember the name
of the detective in charge?

- Yeah, Graves.

- Tom Grieves?

- Yeah, that's it.

Where you going?

- Tom and I go way back.

He may be able to
help us on this.

- I don't want you
getting involved in this.

- I already am.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(cheering)

(metal clanging)

(laughing)

- Oh, you are something else.

What'd you say your
name was again?

- Kyra.

- What's that short for?

- It's short for I wanna
fuck your brains out.

(laughing)

- Let's do it right here.

- I prefer something
a little more private.

- How about my place?

- I was thinking about mine.

- Whatever makes you happy.

- What brings you out
at this late hour, Will?

- Leaving town tomorrow,

thought we could catch up.

- Come on, Will.

You expect me to believe that?

I am a cop, remember?

It's about Jeff
Lawton, isn't it?

- What do you know about Jeff?

- Well, I know he's dead,

and I saw you at the funeral.

- What were you
doing at the funeral?

- My job.

What about you?

- Jeff and I've been
friends since high school.

He and his sister are
two of my best friends.

- Sorry, I didn't know.

I wish there was something
I could tell you about--

- How did he die?

- He was murdered.

- Oh, come on, Tom.

Stop feeding me that shit.

You know something.

Tell me.

I promise it won't
leave this room.

- Oh, yeah, I know you, Will.

I don't want you running around

with some badge acting
like a detective.

- Something you've never
seen before, isn't it?

(gentle instrumental music)

Something awful,

something that scares
the shit out of you

when you think about it.

- Was nice seeing you, Will.

- Anytime.

(gentle instrumental music)

- This is too much.

- I'm just getting started.

Do you like music?

- Anything but country.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(gentle instrumental music)

(metal clicking)

What was that?

I know what I saw.

- You're seeing things, baby.

- I knew this was
too good to be true.

- Come on.

Let's finish what we started.

- I don't know what
you got going on here,

but I'm not interested,

crazy bitch.

(dramatic instrumental music)

Fuck, man.

Fuck.

(metal clattering)

(footsteps)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(screaming)

(energy whirring)

(groaning)

(gentle instrumental music)

- To growing old gracefully.

- [Cindy] You're 26.

- But I feel like an old man.

We should do this more often.

- Jeff, put down
the lamp, hello.

(glass shattering)

(wood thudding)

Will?

Will, is that you?

(gentle instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(grunting)

Oh my God, Will.

- What are you doing?

- I thought I heard
somebody come in.

- Yeah, it was me.

I was trying not to wake you.

- I called out.

Didn't you hear me?

Oh God, I am so sorry.

(groaning)

Let me get you something
for your shoulder.

Come here.

(mumbling)

- Oh my God. (grunting)

- Let me get something.

I insist.

- It's okay.

Just no.

- Let me get something.

Let me see it.

- Come on, Cindy.

It's fine.

- This is no time
to be stubborn.

Oh.

- It's just a bruise.

It'll be healed by morning.

- Shut up.

You always did like arguing.

(laughing)

How'd your meeting go?

- You were right.

Tom's holding something back.

I don't know why,

but I'm gonna find out.

- No, it's okay, Will.

Don't push it.

I mean, I'm sure
the police are doing

everything that they can.

- That's the problem.

I'm sure they are too,

but it's not enough.

- Well, what else can we do?

- Got a few ideas.

I'm gonna stick around
here for a little while

and find out what's going on.

- Will, you know, I
don't want you getting

in trouble though, so.

- I'm not leaving
until I find this out.

- Whatever you find out,

it's not gonna bring him back.

- I know,

but Jeff was your brother,

and he was my best friend,

and we all miss him.

(plastic crinkling)

- [Cindy] I think
it's going down.

- Let's get some sleep.

It's been a hell of a day.

Where do you keep your blankets?

- Down the hallway.

- Okay.

- No, you stay here,

and we'll be right back.

(plastic crinkling)

How's this?

- Fine.

- You ever think about
the way it used to be,

all of us together?

- Yeah.

(gentle instrumental music)

- You think about me,

about us?

I do.

You sure you wanna
sleep out here tonight?

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Just like the last guy.

- He's cut up the same,

probably with the same weapon.

This facial expression is
virtually the same too.

- Yeah, well, you'd
look like that too

if someone cut you up like this.

- Whatever the cause of death,

it had nothing to do
with these wounds.

- What do you mean?

- On the last victim,

the cuts were postmortem.

Somebody killed him,

then they cut him up.

- Well, so how did he die?

- Hard to say.

My first inclination
was a heart attack,

but it looks as if
his vital fluids

have all been drained,

like someone sucked the life

right out of him.

- This is crazy.

I mean, how could they--

- I don't know.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Whoever's doing this,

they have more on their
mind than just murder.

(gentle instrumental music)

(car engine running)

(birds chirping)

- Jeff.

Jeff.

Jeff.

Jeff.

- Will.

I thought you were leaving town.

- Cindy's still pretty upset,

so I thought I'd stay
for a few extra days.

- Well, what are
you doing down here?

- Same thing as you, probably.

- Oh?

- There's been another murder.

- What makes you so sure?

- I can see it in your face.

You always were
easy to read, Tom.

- Why don't you stay
out of this, Will?

- I can't.

I already know too much.

- Oh yeah?

Like what?

- Jeff left the
club with a blond.

- That's old news, Will.

- They left in a
blue pick up truck.

License plate was
B, V, O, 7, M, E.

- How do you know that?

- Cindy and I were talking
about this last night,

and it suddenly came to her.

Check it out, Tom.

It'll take you two minutes.

- You check this out, Will.

Now we've been friends
for a long time,

but if I catch you
snooping around here again,

I'll arrest you.

(car engine running)

Hey, Owen, Tom,

listen, check out a vehicle
ID for me, will you?

Ohio, Bravo, Victor, Oscar,

seven, Mike, Echo.

It's just a hunch.

Car belongs to a prostitute

who's been missing for months.

Her name is Tisa Andrews.

- Yeah, that's her.

- Are you sure?

- Well, she looks a
little weird here,

but yeah, I'm sure.

She's the one who left the
club that night with Jeff.

- Well, I also found
this in her room.

Have you seen that
symbol before?

- Doesn't look familiar, no.

- Whoever killed Jeff
carved that in his chest.

Same with the other guy.

(gentle instrumental music)

I'm guessing she's our killer.

- Bring me in on this, Tom.

Come on, you've done
okay by me in the past.

- Look, Chief will
never go for it.

- Come on, Tom.

There's a killer out there.

The more time we spend
talking about it,

the more time they have
to find another victim.

I mean, they're probably
doing it right now.

How much longer do you
want this to go on?

- No way, forget it.

- Look, I know what
you're thinking.

- I'm surprised you
even had the nerve

to bother me with this.

- Will knows about the murders,

about that symbol.

- So does half the city.

Have you seen this?

- I'm just trying to help out.

- Well, we don't need your
kind of help, Spanner.

- It's gonna happen again.

- Really?

What makes you so sure?

Are you the killer?

- Let's just say that I know
what we're dealing with,

and you don't.

- That's right.

I forgot.

You're a psychic.

Psychotic's more like it, huh?

Look, you may have him fooled,

but I've been around long enough

to know the reason
why you got kicked

out of the DA's office.

Didn't you know, Tom?

Spanner here is
into black magic,

thinks he's got
some kind of contact

with the supernatural.

- Excuse me, Chief?

- Can't you see I'm in the
middle of something here?

- This is pretty
important, Chief.

We just got a call from
a lady in Smith Grove.

They found another body.

Looks like the same guy.

- Thanks.

This meeting's over, Grieves.

(gentle instrumental music)

- I'm going too.

- The hell you are.

- Oh, come on, Chief.

We need all the help
we can get on this one.

- Partners, huh?

Alright, go ahead.

I never heard about it.

Grieves, if anything
gets screwed up,

it's your ass.

Now get out of my office.

- You got it.

(gentle instrumental music)

(car engine running)

What's all that talk
about black magic?

- No, he doesn't
understand a fucking thing.

- Me neither.

You wanna clue me in?

- In college, I did
a lot of research

into certain taboo religions,

like Voodoo, or Wiccan.

- What?

- Witchcraft, I want to see
if there's any truth to it.

- Is that what we're
dealing with here?

- Maybe,

or maybe something a lot worse.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(wood thudding)

(metal clattering)

(water running)

(yelling)

- Oh my God.

- I'm sorry.

- I thought you were somebody.

- Are you okay?

- I'm just a little spooked.

I thought I saw somebody
watching me earlier

when I was running.

- You sure?

What'd they look like?

- I don't know.

It was probably
just the neighbor.

What are you doing
back so early?

Did you find something?

- Not yet.

We're going back out tonight,

gonna check out the clubs.

- Let me come.

- I don't think
that's a good idea.

- Why not?

I'm the only one
that's seen this woman.

- She's seen you too, Cindy.

I just can't risk it.

- Promise me that
you will find them.

- I will, for you and for Jeff.

(gentle instrumental music)

- [Woman] Easy, boy.

- Wow, so that's it?

- Were you expecting
more than that?

- No, I just thought,

when can I see you again?

(laughing)

What's so funny?

Man, you are one freaky chick.

(car engine running)

(dramatic instrumental music)

- How many times are you
gonna go around this block?

- As many times as it takes.

(car engine running)

- [Will] Here, pull over here.

- [Tom] Do you see her?

- No, no, I wanna get out.

I think I'll have better luck.

- You going inside?

- Yeah.

Park over there.

I'll be back in
about five minutes.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(yelling and cheering)

(insects chirping)

(cheering and clapping)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(insects chirping)

- This the spot, or what?

- My car's down the street.

You wanna go?

- Let's go then.

- You.

- Fuck.

- Who the fuck are you?

- I just saved your life.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- You asshole.

- Shit.

(car engine running)

Freeze.

Get down.

- Stay right there.

- Get down now.

Drop it.

(insects chirping)

Hey, drop it.

(gun firing)

(wood clattering)

(gentle instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(gun firing)

Well, it's over, Will.

Thank God it's over.

(insects chirping)

(birds chirping)

- You know, I hate to say it,

but I'm glad she's dead.

- I just hope we got
the right person.

- Well, who else could it be?

I mean, she was with him.

She took him away.

- We still don't
know who killed Jeff.

It could be anybody.

- She did it.

- I hope so.

- I can do that.

- I wish I didn't have to leave.

- I know.

I just thought--

- I'll come back.

- When?

- I don't know.

I'll call you when I
get back to Seattle.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Tom, yeah, he's still here.

- Tom.

- What is it?

What happened?

- They found another body.

- Oh God.

- Tom wants me to come
down and take a look at it.

- What are you gonna do?

- I can't leave now,

not until this is finished.

(gentle instrumental music)

(car engine running)

- We're doing everything
we can, I assure you.

Yes, sir, I'm aware of that.

Yes, I know.

Know who that was?

Chester Atkins, that's Mayor
Atkins to you two schmucks.

He's ready to tear me a new one

because of this mess.

- Will and I have been working
overtime on this thing.

- Then maybe you
should take a rest,

a permanent one.

Your investigation
hasn't turned up shit.

- What about that
girl last night?

- Oh, the one whose brains
you blew all over the street?

She isn't much help to us dead.

- Yeah, but she was
connected to this,

Cindy Lawton ID-ed her.

She was wearing the symbol.

- Yeah, yeah, I
heard it already,

but that doesn't
bring us any closer

to finding the son of
a bitches who did this.

For all I know,

you two killed some
poor, dumb girl

who was just trying
to hustle some guy

for a back alley blowjob.

I got seven dead bodies

and not a single suspect,

and what are you
still doing here?

I thought your ass would
be back in Seattle by now.

- Tom called me, thought I
could still be of some help,

so I stayed.

- Don't bother.

As of now, you're
both off the case.

- What?

You gotta be kidding.

- Do I look like I'm kidding?

I'm putting Boyle
and Harris on it.

Maybe they'll come up with
something more substantial

instead of wasting civilians.

- Look, Chief, we just
need one more day on this.

We're this close.

- You must think I'm
really stupid, Grieves.

- We know who's
behind these killings,

and we know where to find them.

- So why didn't you bring
them up here to meet me?

- We have to wait until tonight.

That's when they come out,

and that's when you take them.

- What are you
gonna do, Spanner?

Wave your magic wand

and cast a spell on them?

Alright, fine,

I'll give you two
one more night,

but if you fuck up,

I'm telling you right now,

I'm putting you on suspension

and you on the first
plane out of here forever.

Got it?

(gentle instrumental music)

- [Tom] Have you seen
that symbol before?

- Doesn't look familiar, no.

- [Tom] Whoever killed Jeff
carved that in his chest.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Man] Cindy Lawton?

- Yeah.

- [Man] Tell your friend
to mind his own business,

or you'll both end up
just like your brother.

- Who is this?

- [Man] Don't forget, Cindy.

We're watching you.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Where'd they find Jeff's body?

- The auto scrapyard here.

- [Will] And the second victim?

- Here.

The third was in a parking
lot on Clifford here.

- And the one we saw
today was right here.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Shit.

- There's gonna be
more murders, Tom,

at least two more from
the looks of this.

Then the ritual's complete.

- Even if you're right, Will,

this only shows us where
they dump the bodies.

It doesn't show us where
they pick the men up

or where they kill them.

- That's why we have to go out
again to the clubs tonight.

(gentle instrumental music)

Cindy?

Cindy, you home?

- Looking for something.

- What are you doing with that?

- I should ask you
the same thing.

- It's just a book.

- It's a spell book, Will,

and what the hell are
you doing with it?

- It's something I've
had for a long time.

If you just let me explain--

- I can read what's in here.

It's witchcraft.

It's black magic.

- It's not black magic.

- What the hell are you
doing with this shit?

- I've been into
it since college.

I never told you and Jeff.

It was kind of a secret.

- You practice magic.

- Cindy, please, I--

- Get away from me.

For all I know, you've
had something to do

with this whole fucking thing.

- Listen to what you're saying.

I've been trying to
find out who killed Jeff

and all those other people.

If it wasn't for this book

and these spells,

we wouldn't have gotten
as far as we have.

- What about this, then?

You told Tom that you
had never seen it before.

- [Will] It's a symbol
of the Order of Shades.

- [Cindy] Order of what?

- The Order of Shades was
a society of magicians

back in the 1600s.

They committed human sacrifice

in hopes of gaining
supernatural powers.

- Well, why didn't you
tell us this before?

- At first, I wasn't sure.

Plus, I didn't
want to upset you.

Besides, neither of you
would have believed me,

but now I'm sure.

I mean, it's the same,

the snake symbol, the
murders, everything.

- I don't understand.

You're talking about something
that's over 400 years--

- I know it's hard to believe,

but it's real,

and it's happening here tonight.

- Oh my God, Will,
I'm so scared.

Somebody called a
couple of hours ago.

They knew you were here,

and they said that if
you didn't stay away,

that we'd both end up dead.

Oh my God.

- Cindy, we have to stop them

before they complete the ritual.

- How are you gonna do that?

- Tom and I have a plan.

- Right, and you're
gonna leave me out

while you guys go out
and risk your life again.

Well, not this time.

- I told you before, Cindy.

It's too--

- I know, I know.

It's too dangerous.

Well, I'm tired of being on
the outside of this thing.

Whether you like it or not,

I am involved.

(car engine running)

- You're late.

- Cindy wanted to come.

- So what'd you do?

- Put a spell on her.

- You're a funny guy, Will.

Well, I hope your plan
is better than your joke.

- Having second thoughts?

- What the hell?

Chief's gonna put my
ass in a sling anyway,

and you're going home tomorrow.

- I'm not going anywhere
till this is over.

- Whatever.

Let's get this done.

(tape ripping)

You and Cindy got
something going on?

- We used to date
back in college.

- I mean now.

- Yeah.

- Well, she seems like
a pretty nice girl.

I'd bang her.

- So you done with this?

- Say something.

- You are a fuckwad.

- Alright, get out of here.

Pretty sure of
yourself, aren't you?

- I think I know what
they're looking for.

- Yeah, well, you be
careful with that mic.

We lose that,

you're on your own.

(car engine running)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(cheering and yelling)

(insects chirping)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(cheering and yelling)

- [Rana] Hey, is
this seat taken?

- No, go right ahead.

- [Rana] You're
not alone, are you?

- Not anymore.

- I mean, you look anxious

like you were
looking for somebody.

I'm Rana.

- Will.

(gentle instrumental music)

I'm sorry.

Would you like
something to drink?

- Sure, that'd be great.

- What are you having?

- I'll have what you're having.

- I'll be right back.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(insects chirping)

- I'm here.

- [Will] I've got one.

- Are you sure?

- [Will] I'm sure.

She's wearing the symbol.

- Alright, I'm coming in.

- [Will] No, no, wait.

I'm gonna pull a (mumbling).

- Okay, okay, you
keep her there.

I'm watching your back.

- [Will] Will do.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(cheering and clapping)

- Here's to your
chance encounters.

So you live around here?

- Actually, I'm just
passing through.

I'm here for the convention.

- Which one?

- Real Estate Developers
of Southern California.

- Sounds interesting.

- Yeah, right, just a
bunch of stiffs in suits

trying to figure out where
to build the next mini-mall.

Just what America needs, right?

- You don't seem
like a stiff to me.

Wanna go somewhere?

- What have you got in mind?

- A little out of the way place

where we can get to know
each other, hang out.

What do you say?

- Sure.

(insects chirping)

So you gonna tell me
where we're going?

- Can't do that.

- Really?

Why not?

- It'd ruin the surprise.

- [Will] What surprise
are you talking about?

- [Rana] You'll find out.

(car engine running)

- So do I pay you now or--

- You think I do this for money?

Don't be insulting.

I do this for the thrill,

for the danger,

but you're not
dangerous, are you?

- I might be.

(car engine running)

(gentle instrumental music)

- So make yourself at home.

- You got any light?

I like to see what I'm doing,
if you know what I mean.

- Sure.

(gentle instrumental music)

Here, let me help you with that.

- Oh, I got that.

- Okay, whatever.

Now it's your turn.

- You got a bathroom?

(laughing)

I've been drinking,
you know, and--

- You're not chickening
out on me, are you?

I might have to kill you.

Right down the hall,

first door on the right.

You might wanna
take this with you.

Don't be too long, now.

- Thanks.

(gentle instrumental music)

Tom.

Tom, can you hear me?

I'm in a warehouse
with the girl.

(mumbling)

Fuck.

- I'm tired of waiting, Will.

- Oh, I'm ready to go.

- Good, 'cause I want you now.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(car engine running)

See, I told you
that wouldn't hurt.

- I've got to go.

- What's the rush?

Come on, baby.

- Some other time.

- Stay a little longer.

- No.

Later.

- Suit yourself.

(gentle instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(energy crackling)

- Who are you?

Do you really think
you can stop me?

(yelling)

- Freeze.

Let him go now, you fuck.

(gun firing)

(coughing)

(grunting)

Will, come on.

You alright?

- Tom, don't go there.

Don't, don't.

He's not moving.

Tom, oh, shit.

Tom, let's go.

Tom, let's go.

Now, Tom, goddammit.

- [Tom] What the
fuck is this thing?

- Goddammit, let's go.

(gun firing)

Come on.

(energy whirring)

- No.

(yelling)

(energy whirring)

- Tom.

Tom.

(dramatic instrumental music)

Fuck, Tom.

Fuck.

(brakes squealing)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- Burns, it's Will.

- Where the fuck are you?

- You have to come down
to the warehouse now.

- I haven't heard anything
from you guys all night.

Put Tom on the phone.

- I can't.

- Why the hell not?

- He's dead.

- Look, if this is
your way of saying

you haven't found anything--

- Get your men together.

Come down to the warehouse
on Fifth and River.

I'll meet you there.

(gentle instrumental music)

The body was right here.

He must have hid
it or something,

or maybe he came
back and took it.

- Search the building.

You wanna tell me what's
really going on here?

- Last night, we found
one of the girls.

We followed her here,

then moved in.

They killed Tom,

and tried to kill me--

- Wait a second.

The girl you're
following killed Tom?

- Not the girl,

someone else.

The girls aren't
doing the killing.

They're working for someone,

someone with the power
to make them kill,

even kill themselves.

The girls are just slaves.

- So it's some
kind of cult thing,

like Jim Jones or Manson.

- No, Manson was just a man.

We're dealing with something
completely different here.

- All I know is that you and
Tom both owe me an explanation.

Now go home, and
clean yourself up.

We'll take care of it here.

(car engine running)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Cindy.

- Who's there?

- It's me.

Open up.

- [Cindy] I don't
want you in here.

- Cindy, open the door.

I can explain.

- I don't wanna see you again.

- Please, please.

- What do you want?

- I have to tell
you what happened.

- I know what happened.

You put a spell on me

so that I wouldn't
wake up, you bastard.

- It was for your own good.

I was only trying
to protect you.

- Protect me from what?

- Tom's dead.

- What?

- He's dead, Cindy.

They killed him.

- How do you know that?

- I was there.

I saw it.

I saw everything.

It's worse than I thought.

It's not even human.

- Not human, what are
you talking about?

- The Order of Shades,
it's real, Cindy.

It's not just something
from an old book.

This guy's going around,

and he's killing people
as human sacrifices.

That's how he gets his power.

- I don't believe you.

You're crazy.

- They just have
one more sacrifice

to complete the ritual tonight.

- Well, then, why don't
we just call the police?

- The police won't help us.

Nobody will.

It's up to us.

- What can we do?

- There's a few things
I'll need to prepare,

but we can't do it here.

They know we're here.

They know about me.

They know everything.

We have to leave.

- Where are we going?

- I'll figure it out on the way.

We just can't stay
here any longer.

I need to pick up a few things

from the bedroom,

and then we can--

(wood thudding)

- Open up.

It's the police.

(dramatic instrumental music)

Spanner, we know
you're in there.

Open up, or we're coming in.

(dramatic instrumental music)

(car engine running)

Shit.

(gentle instrumental music)

- The Order of Shades
committed human sacrifices

to the serpent god Malius.

Victims were typically seduced

and then killed by
the high priest.

Six victims were
chosen at random

with the final victim
sacrificed at midnight.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

- It's Will.

- I can't talk to you.

- Please, Cindy, don't hang up.

- Did you kill him?

- What?

- The police found Tom's body.

They think you did it.

- Come on, Cindy.

You know me.

- I thought I knew you.

- No, I know you're scared,

but I didn't kill anyone.

This whole thing's a set up.

Now, please, listen.

I need your help.

- I can't.

They're after you.

- In the bedroom, my suitcase,

did they take anything?

- No.

- Good, I'm gonna need
some of that stuff.

Now I'm gonna come
by the house tonight.

- Will, hold on.

- Just promise me
you'll be there.

Cindy, I love you.

(gentle instrumental music)

Cindy?

(wood thudding)

Cindy?

(phone ringing)

Hello?

- [Man] Will Spanner?

- Who is this?

- [Man] You know who this is.

We have Cindy here with us.

- What do you want?

- [Man] If you value her life,

you'll come to us.

- Let me talk to her.

- [Man] I make the
demands here, not you.

Come to us now, or Cindy dies,

and come alone.

We'll know if you try anything.

- Alright, I'm coming.

Just don't hurt her.

- [Man] Look forward
to seeing you, Will.

(gentle instrumental music)

- You must be Will.

The master is waiting.

Follow me.

(gentle instrumental music)

(footsteps)

After you.

- Hi, Will.

Nice to see you.

- Where's Cindy?

(laughing)

I want to see her now.

Cindy.

(screaming)

- [Cindy] No.

- Calm yourself, Will.

I could kill her in a heartbeat.

- Let her go.

- I will, but first, you
must submit to your fate.

Kneel before me.

- Fuck you.

I'm not doing shit until
Cindy's out of here.

- Fair enough,

but I have what I want.

What do you have, Will?

- I'll snap her fucking neck.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

- Will, Will, Will.

- [Will] You think I'm kidding?

(gentle instrumental music)

- They're nothing to me, Will.

They'll do anything I tell them,

even enjoy their own death.

(moaning)

(screaming)

But I need you to
complete the ritual.

That's why I summoned you.

You will be the final sacrifice.

(ropes creaking)

(panting)

- No, no, Will.

- Who the hell are you?

- Don't you know yet, Will?

I've been around for ages,

much longer than you.

- Bullshit.

You're just some
wannabe warlock,

pissed off at the world.

- You're a fool to
talk like that, Will.

Do you want to know who I am?

I'll show you.

(dramatic instrumental music)

(screaming)

I am Malius.

For centuries, I've
waited for this moment.

Tonight, we begin a new era,

an eternity of darkness.

- Are you done yet?

- Usually I'll wait till
they are dead to do this,

but in your case, I'll
make an exception.

(screaming)

(panting)

(growling)

Oh, don't die yet,
Will, not yet.

I want to savor this moment.

(grunting)

Goodbye, Will.

- [Cindy] No.

(growling)

(screaming)

- [Malius] Kill her now.

(grunting)

- No.

(energy whirring)

Oh my God, Will.

- Will, you'll never
leave here alive.

The ritual must be completed.

The final sacrifice
must be made.

- Cindy, don't look.

- She cannot resist me, Will.

- No, Cindy.

- Come to me, Cindy. (growling)

- I love you.

- [Malius] Come to me now.

(growling)

(energy whirring)

(screaming)

(metal clattering)

(panting)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Oh, God, Will.