Alone in the Dark II Page #4

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- Really?

I suggest you keep it that way.

- He is an idealist.

- They are the worst.

- I know.

- I was one once myself.

That dagger shouldn't cause

any serious injury.

It kills the soul, not the body.

We are on the verge of

finding the witch's lair.

Thought you might be interested.

After all, you spent

a lot of time looking for it.

Whatever you find....

will have been dead long ago.

Do you still have those things

my father gave you?

They wouldn't be of any use to you.

- Do you still have them?

- I burned them years ago.

I have made my peace with the occult.

- I don't bother it.

- It doesn't bother me.

They are all dead, you know.

Everyone that worked with your father,

they are all dead.

They tried to do good,

and they end up doing evil.

You are going to mess this thing up, baby.

The great "Abner Lundberg" is afraid.

You know, a lot of people died around you back

then and it didn't seem to bother you. Oh, no?

You were my father's favorite. If your

father could see you now, he'd laugh.

You nauseated me then,

and you nauseate me now.

He's got two days, maybe three.

Or, just maybe...

....the hag will come and take him tonight.

I'd rather not be here, if she does.

"Don't touch."

- You are reading the EM frequencies?

- We are looking for specific patterns.

Our witch broadcast a bunch of them.

- Any readings?

- Should there be?

- Don't worry.

- We have got a few surprises for her.

She is already here!

Oh, sh*t!

Okay, everybody, upstairs.

Carnby, come on!

A whole panic room?

- Carnby, get in here!

- Come on!

Okay, everybody.

Stay away from the wires. Put in the UV.

- Can you turn off that alarm, please?

- The lights won't hold her forever.

This isn't the first time

we have had company here.

What the hell was that?

- Is she already in the house?

- She is on the roof.

- Carnby, is she already in the house?

- No.

- She is not here because of me.

- She wants the dagger.

But you can't go down there now.

The two of us will go.

- My kind of mission.

- Good luck.

- Hey.

- Not you.

- I can feel her presence.

- Can you?

We got to get back upstairs.

What's going on?

She can't get in here. Not with this light.

Don't move.

The generator should come on in a second.

- There is something there!

- Come on!

- She is coming!

- Fire!

- Carnby, you are no good to us down here.

- It's your responsibility.

Let's go fix that generator.

- Okay, go slow.

- She responds to movement.

Come on, baby.

Come on!

I am not waiting any longer.

Oh, God.

- Natalie.

- Wait.

Natalie.

God.

- You can't use the weapon.

- What?

It's the "tracer" bullets.

- Dexter.

- Dexter!

Trust me.

How did you do that?

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