A Dark Song

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The furnishings can all

be removed if, uh--

No.

I would want the furnishing as they are.

Okay.

When would you want the house?

I'd want it immediately.

Have you been looking long?

I have.

There hasn't been anyone

here for a few years.

Is it what you are looking for?

Which way does this room face?

This room faces west.

West.

I want this house.

It's a one year minimum

contract I'm afraid.

A year then, how much?

Ten thousand four hundred.

Eight hundred deposit.

This is for you.

For the paper work--

For privacy.

You can do this?

Do you think this is an interview?

No.

Who else did you ask?

Michael Stotes, Ukeme Bantaam,

Alexandra Pol--

Okay.

Are we going to go and

look at the house?

Okay. The f***in' house.

It's cold in here.

There's no heating.

There's no heating?

You're not selling this.

It doesn't matter, does it?

What, the heating? No.

You not having one?

You started then?

Purifying yourself?

Yes.

Let's hear it.

I've followed the diet.

I've had no alcohol for 22 weeks.

I've abstained from sex.

All sex?

Masturbation as well?

All sex.

Yeah, it gets tricky

after a month, don't it?

And the diet?

The last 27 days...

...I have only eaten

between dusk and dawn.

For the next three days,

I'll fast completely.

Are you Protestant or Catholic?

I'm Catholic.

Catholic.

And the rite?

The Abramelin.

You're not f***in' about.

No.

I've done this three times.

Once it worked, twice it didn't.

It didn't?

Well I was younger, you've

got to have the right person.

Why?

For love.

For love.

I love someone, they

don't love me anymore.

Well?

Well what?

Are you going to do it?

No.

Why?

House isn't right.

There's nothing wrong with this house.

It is everything you asked for.

You agreed that--

The only thing I agreed to

was to look at the house.

And I did and I want my money.

But I've done everything.

Just give me my money.

I wanna get back to London.

- Listen, this is--

- Just give it to me.

You can do it by yourself,

you don't need me.

That's rubbish.

You need someone there,

someone who knows the procedure.

Who told you that, Michael Stotes?

You girls, you stupid,

little posh girls.

Abramelin procedure just to force love.

It's like getting Titian

to decorate a cake.

I love this person.

Get over him, just go on a f***ing...

...dating website or something.

You don't understand.

No, I don't. F***in' love.

I'm gonna have fish and

chips when I get home.

That's what I fancy.

Waste of f***ing time coming here.

I'll pay you 70,000.

Doesn't matter.

Eighty, it's all I've got.

You're not f***in' listening.

My child died.

I lost my child.

He was taken from me

and it was my fault.

I have to hear his voice again.

I need to speak to him.

Talk to your dead child?

That might be something worth

getting up in the morning for.

Why did you lie?

I thought it would be too much.

Is it the truth?

That's important.

It is.

You get to ask for what you want too.

How much do you want it?

More than anything.

I'm having the bedroom

with the bed in it.

You will cook and clean.

You do know what we're takin' on?

Yes.

And you know the dangers?

I do.

This is a serious undertakin'.

It's not f***in' astral

projection or runes.

This is real stuff we're playing with.

Real angels, real demons.

I know this.

You read c*nts on the internet saying...

...it's just mental states.

That your, that your Guardian

Angel is your higher self.

Psychobabble bollocks.

You'll go for days without

sleep, fastin'...

...backbreaking rites, ritual sex.

You'll be at the very edge.

You, uh, ready for all that, darling?

I am.

I've read up on the Kabbalah.

You don't think this is

the Tree of Sephiroth?

- 'Cause, 'cause it's not.

- Um--

You've been looking

sh*t up on the internet.

No, this is Gnosticism.

I was told it was based on the Kabbalah.

It's there as grammar.

A structure.

The Kabbalah's an exploration of God.

We're doing something much darker.

"Salt, chalk, paint, paint

brushes, three inches...

...five inches, tape,

white masking tape...

...green masking tape,

tee lights, candles."

Food. Four months supply of meat?

Six months minimum, maybe eight.

Once this starts there's no leaving.

I need to get to, uh,

an Internet cafe, to a computer.

There's one in the hotel

I was staying in.

I lead a hard life,

I abuse alcohol. I'm DT'ing.

I just need to get it out of

my system before we start.

DT'ing?

Yeah, I use it sometimes.

It's an altered state for the horror.

Will you be alright?

It's just mild.

I just need to shake it off.

You are going to be able to do this?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Are you okay?

I don't need your help.

Sophia. Oh, thank God.

Have you told him about

the psychiatric hospital?

I'm better.

- You're vulnerable.

- No, I'm not.

It was not doing anything,

that's what made me ill.

I am doing something.

This stuff is black, it's against--

So you believe it now?

I believe in God.

What's that suppose to mean?

Is this something Godly?

Imagine it was Lottie.

What would you do?

Not this.

There's nothing wrong with

walking away from all of this.

The kids miss you, they want to see you.

Come home.

We'll look after you.

You're going to look after me?

My baby sister?

Don't be like that.

You see that's the difference

between your home and mine.

- Soph.

- You have two children.

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