Warlock

Sadie, come on.

Being this day, year

of our Lord 1691,

Colony of Massachusetts,

Township of Boston,

and such like, and such like.

There is a minister,

one who will come.

Confession may better your

chances in the hereafter.

It is doubtful,

but it may, by some

twist of fate.

A wealth of evidence

has convicted thee

of trafficking with the devil.

Thou art to be hanged...

And then burned over a

basket of living cats.

There is no question

left but one.

Do you choose to

admit your crimes

before man and God?

You'll get nothing from him.

'Tis as I said.

That's the whole of it, then.

Let the record show that

this obscene wretch,

though afforded opportunity,

did fail to confess his crimes.

Sentence shall be carried

out in timely fashion.

We stand adjourned.

Terrified, were they not?

Bold words for a man

but hours from death.

Much can happen in a day.

Yet here have you hung for 3.

Would not Satan have saved

you were he thus inclined?

Perhaps he'll save

us both, Redferne.

I've tracked you my last.

Tomorrow shall you die.

Never was there a

brute more deserving.

Believe it upon seeing it.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

The thumb locks, they

shall be kept in place

even after he is hanged,

even while he burns.

When there is naught but ash,

only then should they be...

Only then can they be dug free

and returned to me.

My dear God!

...downed power lines

and blown-out windows.

Another report claims a tornado

touched down in the Malibu area,

but that's, as yet, unconfirmed.

What is certain is that

this Santa Ana condition,

unpredicted by forecasters,

is quickly living

up to its namesake

of the Devil's Wind.

Now back...

Was that you?

He's breathing.

Watch out for the glass.

It's a wonder he didn't

cut himself worse.

Canyon Country.

Gets 'em all.

Think he's just drunk?

Hate to think he does

this kind of thing sober.

So what the heck are these?

Hey, don't touch him.

Let the cops do that stuff.

Yeah.

Right.

Oh, the winds.

Well, come on.

Let's get him up.

Yeah, let's stick

him on the porch.

A little compassion

wouldn't hurt, Kassandra.

Or some smarts, Chas.

You just can't take in

every stray that you meet.

I took you in, didn't I?

No, no, no. Not the sofa.

It's over a hundred years old.

Where?

Your room.

Mine?

Everything's plastic.

Miraculous recovery you made.

Let me make a suggestion...

lose the booze, huh?

Phones are workin'.

Got someone you can call?

Could this somehow be the year?

Hey, Chas, he talks english.

English english.

3 centuries.

Oh, brother.

Look, just lie down here.

Let your big, gray

Delco recharge.

Jeez!

Oof.

Don't ever let me get old.

Jeez Louise, you scared me.

I'm headin' out in

a little while.

I'll give you a lift downtown.

What are you looking at?

Oh, my ring.

I'm a Scorpio.

Or I was.

I don't believe in

astrology much anymore.

Truly?

I don't think anyone does.

I mean, it's just so Sixties.

You hungry?

I got plenty of extras.

Look... I'd let you try it on,

but, see, I broke

this little finger,

and now it's pretty much...

stuck.

Did I hear Kassandra say

something about England?

I was over there in '86.

I did this package thing

with, like, some friends.

We included England, Scotland...

Help!

Help!

Help!

Somebody!

Please!

Help!

Help!

No.

Please.

No!

Private clubs, ads.

Really, he's just a guy

I rented a room from.

If he was coming, I

was always going.

Did he frequent public parks?

He didn't dick little boys

through bathroom walls.

You said your roommate was gay.

Not queer. Big difference.

Can you give me the

names of his lovers?

Coroner's notes...

"Victim was found with

tongue severed from mouth

"in such a manner as to

suggest it was bitten out.

Bite marks on the back of the neck.

Evidence of... "

you about done?

I forgot my insulin.

We'd like to find this guy

before he makes an omelet out

of somebody else's tongue.

I'll see you!

Thank you.

Don't thank me, thank Treshar.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye, Fern.

You are a spiritualist?

I'm sorry.

I thought everybody left.

You hail spirits, do you not?

I channel them.

Were you at the session?

Then channel me a spirit.

Well, I really only do

grope... group sessions.

Group sessions.

Channel me a spirit.

Who did you have in mind?

Like a relative?

Like a father.

What's his name?

He has many.

I'll need one.

Zamiel.

Zamiel.

I have come...

Zamiel.

Ask me what you will.

I would ask that we wait.

For what do we wait?

For the true Zamiel to appear.

I am Zamiel...

And only when you

have cast aside

all doubts will you be able

to ask... me...

Able to... to...

To... ask...

ask me...

ask...

Ask me what thou will.

How comes it that you

have brought me here?

Bring together that

which has been thirded.

Bring together my bible.

The Grand Grimoire? Here? Now?

By a resourceful witch,

it could be retaken.

My efforts...

How might they be rewarded?

Service to Satan is reward!

For others surely,

but for that most cunning witch

who steals back your bible,

the book that can

thwart creation itself,

what for him?

Do what I demand.

Bring together all 3 parts,

and you shall be him.

Him?

The one begotten son.

It shall be me.

Let mine eyes guide thee.

Did he bleed?

The one who wore these,

did he bleed whatsoe'er.

No. No.

Stop.

Get off.

He was here.

His signature I know.

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