28 Years Later: The Bone Temple (2026) Movie Script
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[ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE]
[SCREAMS GETTING CLOSER]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
-[CRUNCH]
-[SCREAMING STOPS]
JIM: [ECHOING] Hello?
[DISQUIETING MUSIC PLAYING]
[DISTANT INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[LAUGHTER]
JIMMY FOX: Fucking
useless piece of shit.
Welcome
to the fucking nightmare.
JIMMY JIMMY: Go on.
Go on, Jimmy.
JIMMY FOX:
Don't let it be you, Shite.
Where you going?
Fuck you, boy!
JIMMY JIMMY: You got this,
Jimmy. You got this!
[PANTING]
Old Nick's gonna
have his way with you.
[LAUGHTER]
I think he's never seen
a knife in his life, has he?
JIMMY FOX: Fucking
quivering piece of shit.
Aw! Look at the little baby.
It's all for Old Nick.
Come on, Shite,
I'm fucking bored, man.
JIMMY JONES: Aye.
Get him, Shite.
This is your chance.
Fuckin' hell.
-Fucking move it.
-You little shit.
-JIMMY: Fingers.
-[CHATTER STOPS]
[SPIKE BREATHING ANXIOUSLY]
You understand,
this is a fight to the death.
No quarter.
FINGERS: Yes, Sir Jimmy.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
Are you watching, Father?
Master.
Dark Lord.
Are you ready
to see if the boy has
what it takes to be a finger?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Good.
Okay.
-Fight.
-Whoo!
JIMMY FOX:
Fucking come on, then.
Fucking get him, boy.
-JIMMY JIMMY: Go on.
-[LAUGHTER]
-Fucking have him.
-[SPIKE GASPING]
See this? See that?
I'll make it easier for you.
-[CLATTERING]
-[LAUGHTER]
-JIMMY INK: Watch it, Shite.
-Come on!
[GASPING]
JIMMY INK: Come on, kid.
JIMMY JIMMY: Fucking do it!
Ooh!
-[LAUGHTER]
-[SPIKE WHIMPERS]
[JIMMY JIMMY EXCLAIMS]
JIMMY SHITE: Unlucky, pal.
-[SPIKE GASPING]
-I bet that hurts.
-[KNIFE CLATTERING]
-You dropped your knife.
[GASPING] Just... please.
Do you wanna pick
that blade up?
-Go on.
-JIMMY JIMMY: Go on.
-[SPIKE GASPS]
-[FINGERS LAUGH]
JIMMY SNAKE: Yes, Shite!
-[EXCLAIMING]
-JIMMY FOX: Yes, son.
[LAUGHTER]
JIMMY SHITE: Fucking prick.
JIMMY INK:
You're taking the piss.
Don't fucking you worry
about that, Jimmy.
I plan to.
[LAUGHTER]
I'm just messing wi' you, kid.
-[SPIKE PANTING]
-[SNIFFLES]
Go on, kid. Go on. Take it.
Pick it up!
-Too slow, pal.
-[LAUGHTER]
I could do this
for fucking hours.
Fuck's sake, just finish it.
He's half your fucking size.
JIMMY SHITE:
I'll tell you what.
After I'm done
with this little prick,
how about me and you,
fancy that?
-[LAUGHTER]
-[GRUNTS]
-Ahhh!
-Ooh!
JIMMY SHITE: Shit!
[LAUGHTER]
Oh, fuck!
You little fucking cunt.
I'm gonna skin you
wi' your own fucking blade.
[SPIKE GASPING]
JIMMY: Oh.
[LAUGHTER]
-What...
-What the fuck? What the fuck?
-Oh... [LAUGHS]
-JIMMY JIMMY: Fucking hell.
JIMMY JIMMY: Oh, fuck me.
JIMMY SNAKE: Oh, no.
That's you fucked, Jimmy.
JIMMY SHITE: What d'you...
What d'you mean?
That's an artery
he's hit there.
Aye, it is.
-JIMMY: Oh, no.
-That's a lot of blood.
Ooh-hoo. [LAUGHS]
Fuck. Please. No, no, no!
-No!
-[LAUGHTER]
JIMMY SHITE: Fuck! Fuck.
Somebody, please help me!
Stop laughing. Help me!
Hey, that's not
how it fucking works.
But...
Sir.
No, Jimmy's right.
That's not how it works at all.
JIMMY SHITE: Shit!
Jesus Christ.
Oh, Jesus! Oh, God.
Christ, God!
What are you calling on
those shite cunts for, Jimmy?
Sir, please help me.
-Help, please, I'm scared.
-JIMMY: What, you wee crybag?
JIMMY SHITE:
Sir, I'm getting...
What are you getting, Jimmy?
Getting hungry?
Getting horny?
[BREATHES LABORIOUSLY]
Getting sleepy?
[EXHALES DEEPLY,
BREATHING CEASES]
Aw, sleepy.
Bless.
[BREATHING ERRATICALLY]
What's your name, son?
[SPIKE BREATHING NERVOUSLY]
S... S... Spike.
Spike? No, no.
No, that doesnae sound right.
I think your name is...
JIMMIMA:
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
[CHUCKLES]
It's Jimmy.
[CHUCKLES]
Jimmy.
[FINGERS LAUGH]
-Howzat?
-FINGERS: Howzat.
-[FINGERS CHUCKLE]
-[SPIKE BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING ERRATICALLY]
JIMMIMA: Mine.
JIMMY SNAKE: Give us a kiss.
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[GRUNTING]
JIMMIMA: Whoo.
[INSECTS TRILLING]
[INSECTS BUZZING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[TWIG SNAPS]
[TWIG SNAPS]
[SCREECHING]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[GRUNTING]
[GROWLS]
MAN: No! No! No!
[HYPERVENTILATING]
[SAMSON GROWLS]
[SNARLS]
-[GROWLS]
-[GASPS]
[SAMSON YELLS]
[SCREAMING]
[SCREAM FADES OUT]
[CHAINS RATTLING]
[GROANS]
See them walking
Hand in hand...
Across the bridge
At midnight
Heads turning
As the lights...
Flashing out are so bright
-[BONES CRACKING]
-[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SQUELCHING]
[IN DISTANCE] Lipstick cherry
All over the lens...
[GRUNTS]
As she's falling
In miles of
Sharp blue water...
Coming in where she lies
The diving man's
Coming up for air
'Cause the crowd all love
Pulling Dolly by the hair
By the hair
She wonders
How she ever got here...
As she goes under again
Girls on film
Girls...
[LOW GROWL]
-[LOW TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
-[LOW GROWL]
[GROWLING]
[SAMSON BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SCREAMING]
[GROWLS]
[SAMSON SCREAMS]
[LOW GROWL]
[GROWLING LOWLY]
[GROWLING]
-[DART WHIZZES]
-[GROANS]
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
DR. KELSON: Well,
an infected patient.
[CHUCKLES]
This is strange.
Possibly a world's first,
Samson.
Yeah, you have a name.
I chose it when I first saw
the new Alpha
that had taken the woods
as his hunting ground.
-[SQUELCHING]
-[GROANS SOFTLY]
I named you
for your size and strength...
and hair.
I'm Doctor Kelson.
Although right now,
I feel more like Androcles...
removing thorns
from the lion's paw.
Which means... [SIGHS]
you owe me, by the way.
[SNIFFLES]
Just kidding.
I'm NHS.
No charge.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROW CAWING]
[STEAM HISSING]
[HISSING]
[HISSING]
[HISSING]
[HISSING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SIGHS]
[LIGHTER CLICKS]
[LIGHTER CLATTERS]
[MACHINE WHIRRING]
[STATIC ON RECORD]
[ GIRLS ON FILM BY DURAN DURAN
PLAYING ON RECORD PLAYER]
[SONG STOPS]
[SNIFFLES]
[SAMSON GROWLING SOFTLY]
[SAMSON BREATHING ERRATICALLY]
[GRUNTS]
This is interesting.
[SNARLS]
[GROWLS]
-[GROWLS]
-I'm going to trust you, Samson.
That's the decision I've made.
I have what you want
right here.
If you kill me,
if my head is pulled
from my shoulders,
you won't get to have it.
It's a transaction, Samson.
It's a quid pro quo.
[GROWLS]
Suddenly, I'm not entirely
sure you understand Latin.
[SAMSON GRUNTS]
[SAMSON GROWLS]
[BREATHING ERRATICALLY]
Oh, thank God. You do.
[DART WHIZZES]
[BREATHING GROGGILY]
[SOFT, MUFFLED RUMBLING]
[GASPS, EXHALES]
-[SAMSON GASPS SOFTLY]
-[RUMBLING FADING OUT]
Yeah.
I wonder if you understand
anything I say.
If not the meaning
of my words,
the meaning
in the tone of my voice.
That I am no threat to you.
I mean you no harm.
Do you know the sound
of your name?
-Samson...
-[GRUNTS]
Most wondrous would be to hear
you speak a single word.
It would be miraculous...
to discover that the infection
lies over your mind,
clouding it,
not replacing it.
In this tranquil state,
do you have memories?
A trace of what you once were.
Or do I just give you
peace and respite?
[CHUCKLES]
Nothing wrong
with that, Samson.
Nothing wrong
with peace and respite.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[SUCKS]
Nothing wrong with that.
Nothing wrong
with peace, respite.
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[GRUNTS SOFTLY]
-[BIRDS CHIRPING]
-[MUSIC FADES OUT]
All still attached...
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[LAUGHING]
[ ORDINARY WORLD
BY DURAN DURAN PLAYING]
Samson.
[LAUGHING]
You beauty.
[CONTINUES LAUGHING]
[ ORDINARY WORLD BY DURAN DURAN
CONTINUES ON RECORD PLAYER]
[SAMSON SCREAMS]
[ ORDINARY WORLD BY DURAN DURAN
CONTINUES PLAYING]
[RAIN PATTERING]
[ ORDINARY WORLD BY DURAN DURAN
CONTINUES PLAYING]
[SONG FADES]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[LANTERN RATTLING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CROW CAWING]
[MOUTHING] I'm going to go
have a look over there,
and you go...
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[SNARLING IN DISTANCE]
[SOFTLY] Jonno.
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[SNARLING]
If he sees us...
he's gonna scream.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
Jonno. Jonno, don't...
-[TWIG SNAPS]
-[ROARING]
-[JONNO GRUNTS]
-[GROANS]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
-JONNO: Help!
-Go. Run.
What about Jonno?
[GROANS]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[PANTING]
Help!
-What about me?
-WOMAN: Run!
Wait!
[INFECTED SNARLING]
Don't leave me!
Don't leave!
[SNARLING]
[GROANS]
[JONNO GROANS]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
Come on, Tom.
Let's fucking go!
[RETCHING]
[GROANING LOUDLY]
-[YELLING]
-[BONES CRUNCHING]
[PANTING] Okay.
-What are we gonna tell 'em?
-What happened.
TOM: But we lost Jonno.
Jonno lost himself.
Come here.
-[BOTH PANTING]
-[SCREECHING IN DISTANCE]
Come on. Right. Okay.
[SHEEP BLEATING]
George.
I'm sorry, I've got bad news.
-George, I said that...
-We have guests.
What?
We have guests.
-[WOMAN GASPS]
-Hello.
There's someone
I want you to meet.
JIMMY: Tinky-Winky
would go nowhere
without his bag. Nowhere.
-But for this one occasion.
-[LAUGHTER]
And, of course,
you saw it coming.
JIMMIMA: Tinky-Winky.
Uh, Tinky-Winky decided
-to come back.
-Classic.
And found that Laa-Laa
and Po had not only lost
-one of the apples...
-Sit down.
...but they'd lost
the entire fucking bag.
[LAUGHTER]
Do you not know
the Teletummies?
Ah, they're glorious.
They had televisions
on their tums.
And on television,
they viewed themselves,
but with another television
on their tums.
Which they also
viewed themselves on.
Thank you.
And so on and so on,
ad infinitum.
Jimmima, do the Dipsy dance.
[SCATTERED LAUGHTER]
[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]
[LAUGHTER INTENSIFIES]
JIMMY FOX: Yes.
[JIMMIMA VOCALIZES]
JIMMY: That's perfect.
-Howzat?
-FINGERS: Howzat! Howzat!
Hello.
What are you doing here?
Uh...
Enjoying the hospitality
of good folk.
We, a group of wanderers,
hungry and tired,
brought in with open arms
and broad smiles,
-and nourished, and...
-Brought in?
You broke my flow.
-GEORGE: They just appeared.
-The gate was open.
-It was not.
-Brought in and nourished...
in both stomach and heart.
Are... Are we not welcome?
You know you're not.
Well, I do now.
No, Dipsy dance.
Oh, no.
We've got off on the...
-[CUTLERY CLANGS]
-...the wrong foot.
It's because we haven't been
properly introduced.
-Uh, fingers...
-Jimmy.
Jimmy.
-Ji... Jimmy.
-Jimmy.
-Jimmima.
-Jimmy.
Jimmy.
Roberto Calamari.
[FINGERS LAUGHING]
Fucking tough crowd.
It's a joke.
I'm Jimmy, too.
We're all Jimmy.
Are you going to leave?
Yes.
But obviously,
we're going to kill you first.
[MAN SCREAMS]
-[SCREAMING]
-Go!
[PEOPLE GROANING]
JIMMY JIMMY: God damn it!
JIMMY SNAKE: Hold on.
GEORGE: You get your...
JIMMY JIMMY: Fucking hell!
[JIMMIMA SCREAMING]
-[GRUNTS]
-JIMMY SNAKE: Yeah.
GEORGE: You're all stupid.
JIMMY JIMMY: Fucking cunt!
-[MAN GROANING]
-JIMMY SNAKE: Get up!
[PANTING]
[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]
[SHEEP BLEATING]
JIMMY: It would
frustrate Old Nick
to lose both her and the baby.
JIMMY SNAKE: Yes, Sir Jimmy.
[JIMMIMA LAUGHING]
We'll stay here tonight.
Offer charity.
Tomorrow, pastures new.
Go find pastures new.
I'm missing charity?
-JIMMY JIMMY: Fuck off!
-Fuck off.
JIMMY JIMMY:
Now get in the fucking barn.
JIMMY FOX:
Look at your fucking...
[LAUGHTER]
JIMMIMA: Come on.
JIMMY INK: Tinky-Winky
and the fucking apples.
"You saw it coming?"
'Course I fucking
saw it coming.
I've heard the story
a million fucking times.
-[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
-[SNARLING]
[CONTINUES SNARLING]
[FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING]
Moving on the floor now
Babe
You're a bird of paradise
Cherry ice cream smile
I suppose it's very nice
[MUFFLED]
With a step to the left
And a flick to the right
You catch that mirror
Way out west
Her name is Rio
And she dances
On the sand
Just like that river
Twisting through
A dusty land
[MUFFLED RIO
BY DURAN DURAN PLAYING]
And when she shines
She really shows you
All she can
Oh, Rio, Rio...
Dance across
The Rio Grande
[SONG STOPS]
You mean so much to me
Like a birthday
Or a pretty view
And I've seen you on TV
Two of a billion stars
But then I'm sure
That you know
It's just for you
You are fuckin' shittin' me.
DR. KELSON:
Her name is Rio...
And she dances on the sand
Just like that river
Twisting through a dusty land
JIMMY: And Old Nick saw
that the world of man
had failed,
and knew only disharmony.
And so Old Nick
released his demons
unto the world of man.
And the world of man fell
before the demons,
and his world became like
the guttering candle flame.
And God did nothing...
for he was invisible.
And couldnae punch his way
out of a paper
fucking bag anyway.
And so...
the world of man
became Old Nick's dominion...
and his dominion was Hell.
Howzat.
FINGERS: Howzat.
Then Old Nick did speak
to his favored son,
whose name was Jimmy Crystal.
And he said unto Jimmy,
"You are now
Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal.
"And you shall be
my right hand,
"which shall be strong,
"and you shall
have seven fingers.
"And each finger
shall be a claw,
"and you shall offer charity
to the world of man.
"And for this,
"you alone shall be my heir!
"And your seven fingers
shall hold
"your crown."
Howzat?
FINGERS: Howzat.
[TOM WHIMPERING]
I am
Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal...
favored son of Old Nick.
These are my fingers.
We travel the land,
we search for souls
to deliver to my father.
And we offer you...
charity.
Jimmies.
-Yes, sir.
-Yes, Sir Jimmy.
Today's charitable act
shall be...
The removal of the shirt.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
[QUIETLY] Please, no. Please.
-[BREATHING HEAVILY]
-[TOM WHIMPERING]
[DISQUIETING MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[WHIMPERING]
[DISQUIETING MUSIC CONTINUES]
[FINGERS EXCLAIMING]
JIMMY JONES: Hello, Grandpappy.
JIMMY SNAKE: I choose you...
JIMMY JIMMY: I wanna
make you fucking cry
and scream.
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
-[KNIFE SWISHING]
-[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
JIMMY SNAKE:
That fucking hurts?
[LAUGHTER]
[SKIN RIPS]
[MAN GROANS]
-[MAN SCREAMING]
-[LAUGHTER]
[RETCHING]
[CONTINUES RETCHING]
-[LAUGHTER]
-[MAN SCREAMING]
[SIGHS]
[SPIKE GROANING]
Jimmy?
SPIKE: Please, I can't...
[GROANS]
JIMMY: Sort it out, Jimmy Ink.
-[MAN SCREAMING]
-[SPIKE PANTING]
You can't avoid this, kid.
This is what we do.
I can't...
[PANTING]
Please.
I can't. Please.
Please.
-[SPIKE PANTING]
-[MAN MOANING IN PAIN]
Okay, okay.
All right.
Just stay out here.
[MAN SCREAMING]
[BIRDS CALLING]
[WIND BLOWING]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
Samson...
my friend.
There's something
we need to talk about.
The medicine
I've been giving you.
It's a cocktail
of various things.
But the main
and most powerful component
is morphine.
At your rate of consumption,
I only have enough
for two more weeks.
Over the last 28 years,
I've searched
every medicine cabinet
in a 70-mile radius.
[VOICE ECHOING]
We won't find any more.
Inevitably, one way or another,
the opiate peace
you have found with me...
will end.
But there is something
I can offer you.
[MUFFLED RHYTHMIC THUMPING]
A different kind of peace.
A place in the ossuary.
In a way,
a home.
-With me.
-[SAMSON BREATHES HEAVILY]
I want you to have
lasting peace, Samson.
And I think you want
to have peace, too.
And that's why
we've become friends.
Good friends.
If there was just some way
you could give consent.
Just the barest assent.
[SAMSON BREATHING HEAVILY]
[MUFFLED RHYTHMIC THUMPING]
[TAPPING]
Sleep well, Samson.
Moon.
What? Did you...
Samson...
you spoke.
M...
Say it again.
Say...
-Moon.
-[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[SNIFFLES]
Moon.
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
[CAPTIVES SCREAMING
AND GROANING]
[SQUELCHING]
[GAGGING]
[WOMAN CRYING]
[SPIKE SPITS]
[TOM GROANING]
[TOM WHIMPERING]
[GROANS]
[SOBBING]
[TOM WHIMPERS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
I need strong fingers.
Strong fingers
make a strong fist.
[CRYING]
Whoa. [SNAPS FINGERS]
-Listen!
-[GROANS]
-Focus.
-[GROANS]
Hey.
Choose a finger to fight.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
If you win...
you take their place,
and I call you Jimmy.
If you lose, you get charity.
If you refuse,
you get charity.
Nod or shake your head.
TOM: Mm.
Good.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
Which finger
do you choose to fight?
[SPITS]
Her.
I choose her.
[CHUCKLES]
JIMMY: [ECHOING] Father...
master, daddy,
king, king of kings...
Join us.
TOM: [GROANS] Fuck.
Yes. We thank you.
We are grateful.
Old Nick is here, Jimmies.
He watches through my eyes.
He smells the blood and fear.
He's whispering now.
I can feel his lips
on my ear, whispering.
He's saying...
fight.
So fucking fight.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
Come on.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
[FINGERS LAUGHING]
[GROANING]
Too fucking easy.
I make it look easy,
you cunt.
-[TOM GRUNTS]
-Ooh!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
-[KNIFE CLATTERS]
-[LAUGHING]
JIMMY JIMMY: Finish it.
[JIMMIMA SQUEALING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
-[JIMMIMA STRAINING]
-[GROANING]
[SHOUTING]
[GROANING]
-[SCREAMING]
-[KNIFE SWISHES]
-[GRUNTING]
-[FINGERS LAUGHING]
[TOM GROANING]
JIMMY JIMMY:
Time for tubby night nights.
A Dipsy Laa-Laa!
Useless bellend.
Look at him trying to get up,
the stupid fucking...
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GROANING]
JIMMY JONES: Again! Again!
[GROANING]
JIMMY: Beautifully done,
Jimmima.
The boy's pain
is Old Nick's delight.
-[GROANING]
-[JIMMIMA LAUGHING]
Old Nick says...
"Charity."
Choose your act.
[GROANS]
I want to take
his trousers off.
[CHUCKLES]
Old Nick says, "Perfect."
[LAUGHTER]
JIMMY JONES:
He's shitting himself.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
[LAUGHTER]
[WHIMPERS]
-[JIMMIMA INHALES, MOANS]
-[WHIMPERING]
[JIMMIMA PANTING]
D'you see these other cunts?
Listen to me!
They would have just
stabbed you in the neck.
Not me.
You chose me 'cause
you thought I was weaker.
Hmm.
What you gonna be thinking...
as I rip the skin
off of your...
[FLESH SQUELCHES]
[GASPS, GROANS]
[CHOKES]
[WEAKLY] My cat has lost.
My cat... [GASPS]
[CHOKES]
Kitten fresh.
[VOICE CRACKING] Cloud space!
Cloud...
[WHEEZES] Cloud...
[GROANS]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
JIMMY: The fuck?
-There! Up there!
-[SCREAMS]
Fucking bitch!
Fucking shite!
-Get her!
-JIMMY FOX: Poxy bitch.
You stupid little cunt!
JIMMY SNAKE: How d'you get up?
JIMMY: Get her!
JIMMY FOX: I'm gonna fucking
kill you, you stupid cunt!
Get her! Go! Go! Go!
JIMMY JIMMY:
This fucking little bitch!
JIMMY FOX: She's there.
She's there!
-JIMMY SNAKE: Where is she?
-[SCREAMS]
JIMMY SNAKE:
Point her out to me.
JIMMY FOX: There, you can
fucking see her there, you twat.
I want her alive!
Alive!
JIMMY JONES:
Come out wherever you are!
JIMMY SNAKE:
Fucking coming for ya.
JIMMY JIMMY:
Fucking show yourself!
JIMMY: Go on! Get up there!
JIMMY JIMMY: Go on!
Take that, you little bitch!
JIMMY JONES: Where is she?
[SCREAMING]
JIMMY JONES: Jimmy!
JIMMY FOX: Put it out!
JIMMY SNAKE: Sir?
Don't! Here, go on!
Get out! Go!
[SCREAMING CONTINUES]
It's a lot
of fucking screaming.
[SCREAMING IN DISTANCE]
I suppose there's always
screaming with charity.
That just doesn't sound
like normal screaming.
That sound like normal
screaming to you, Jimmy?
[SCREAMING CONTINUES]
I mean, what's screaming
supposed to sound like?
It's people
shittin' themselves, innit?
Hey, don't mind me.
I'm overthinking it.
[SCREAMING]
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
JIMMY: Put him out!
Put him out!
JIMMY JONES: Fire! I'm on fire!
I'm on fucking fire!
[JIMMY JONES SCREAMING]
Please...
[COUGHING]
[CONTINUES SCREAMING]
[ALL COUGHING]
[GRUNTS]
[COUGHING]
Kid!
Catch her!
Bring her to me!
[PANTING]
WOMAN: Come on.
[WHIMPERING]
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
[WHIMPERING]
[PANTING]
Take me with you.
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
Please.
Please take me with you.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
Thank you.
[GROANING]
[CONTINUES GROANING]
[LOCK CLICKS]
[PANTING]
[CLATTERING]
[JIMMY INK BREATHING HEAVILY]
He's dead.
[SCREAMS]
[SOFTLY] Fuck.
JIMMY FOX: Sir.
JIMMY: You're alone.
-Yes, Sir Jimmy.
-JIMMY: I'm confused.
I thought I told you
to bring the woman to me.
SPIKE: You... You did...
The woman who crushed
Jimmima's skull
with a big fuck-off hook.
Why would you
let somebody like that go?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
I didn't let her go.
Then where is she?
She tried to escape.
She fought back,
and... and I had to kill her.
She fought back, Jimmies.
[CHUCKLES]
She fought back.
Jimmy here had no choice.
He was in danger
of being overpowered by a...
by a pregnant woman.
[SPIKE BREATHING HEAVILY]
How did you kill her?
With an arrow.
Where's her body?
It was dark.
[BREATHING ANXIOUSLY]
Some...
Somewhere in the woods.
Somewhere hard to find,
I expect.
SPIKE: Yeah.
Did you not think
to cut off her face...
bring that to me?
Or her unborn child?
Anything, really, that showed
a bit of fucking initiative.
[WHIMPERING]
What are you crying about?
I'm not. [SNIFFLES]
I'm sorry.
Not me you should be
apologizing to.
It's Old Nick you've let down.
I wonder,
should I call on him?
[CRYING]
Ask whether
he accepts your apology.
Or requires something more.
Like your gammy fucking face
cut off, for example.
No, please.
You should call on him, sir.
And ask if I can be the one
to offer charity.
JIMMY: You wish
to offer charity, Jimmy?
He as good as killed
Jimmima himself.
If he hadn't run away,
we all know he would've been
chosen to fight.
He doesn't deserve
to be a finger, sir.
Look at him now. The bastard's
fucking quivering!
[SPIKE'S BREATH TREMBLING]
Yeah, I agree.
We should ask Old Nick
about young Jimmy.
Yes. We should.
-I'll call on him right now.
-JIMMY INK: No.
No, we should
ask him in person.
Wha... What do you mean?
We should ask Old Nick
about young Jimmy in person.
Jimmy, Old Nick
does not just appear
in person when requested.
JIMMY INK:
No, of course not. But I...
What?
I saw him.
You saw him?
JIMMY INK: Earlier today.
You saw Old Nick.
With me own eyes.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
He had red skin...
and he was aged.
And he had
this great building
of human bones behind him.
His palace, I dare say.
[CLATTERING]
And he was cavorting with
one of his very own demons.
An Alpha, no less.
An Alpha sat at his master's
feet like a fucking lamb.
So should we let Old Nick
himself decide?
[CRACKLING]
[ EVERYTHING IN ITS RIGHT PLACE
BY RADIOHEAD PLAYING]
[ EVERYTHING IN ITS RIGHT PLACE
CONTINUES ON RECORD PLAYER]
Emoxin.
Naloxone. Naloxone. Okay.
Naloxone.
[OBJECTS RATTLING]
Oh, shit.
Day, day, day, daytime.
Samson!
Samson.
Shit.
So is it him?
Is that actually Old Nick?
Is that actually Old Nick?
Is that actually Old Nick?
Is it?
Aye, it is.
-It is?
-JIMMY: Yep.
-That is Old Nick.
-[CHUCKLES] Holy fucking shit.
Unholy fucking shit.
JIMMY SNAKE: Nice one, Jimmy.
JIMMY JONES: But did you know
your dad
was going to be here, sir?
You were leading us here
all along?
Yes, Jimmy, I was.
I mean, I didn't know
he was here,
in this, uh...
this... this castle.
It's a surprise.
But...
he's got a few...
dotted around his kingdom.
A couple in the Highlands.
Very nice.
This one must be new.
Which is why
I didn't know about it already.
JIMMY INK: That looks
like it's been here a while.
Aye. It does look pretty old.
New, as in,
the last five or ten years,
which is not long
in architectural terms.
So we gonna go down there?
Go and meet him?
No!
Not until
I've spoken to him first.
He may not want visitors.
One thing I can tell you
about Old Nick is
you do not want to catch him
on a bad day.
You guys stay put.
I'll square it with him.
Be back soon.
[TRAIN CHUGGING, STOPS]
[LEAVES RUSTLING]
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
[CHUGGING STOPS]
[WHOOSHING]
[TRAIN HORN BLARES, FADES]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROW CAWING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]
JIMMY: Hello.
Hello.
So...
Are you Old Nick?
Old Nick?
JIMMY: Yes.
Um... Um, no.
You're not Old Nick.
I'm not Old Nick.
I don't know any Old Nick.
Everybody knows Old Nick.
Well, I honestly don't. I...
I'm called Ian.
Ian.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm totally sure.
Because Old Nick is known
for being a little tricksy.
-Playing games, so to speak.
-Oh, wait.
When you say Old Nick...
you mean Satan?
Of course I fucking do.
So, why would you think
that I was...
Oh, you...
My skin color and...
the bones.
Well, you can relax.
I'm not Satan.
I am Dr. Ian Kelson.
Doctor?
Who are all these
poor fuckers then?
Your patients? [LAUGHS]
This is an ossuary.
It's a memorial to the dead.
It's like a graveyard.
[SIGHS] And your skin
is orange because...
It's iodine.
It kills the virus.
-Virus?
-That causes infection.
Doctor.
Atheist doctor.
Okay.
So, you believe
all this zombie shite
was caused by science
and bugs and whatnot.
Rather than?
Uh, Old Nick...
unleashing his wrath
upon the world of man.
I see. So...
I'm an atheist,
and you're...
you're a Satanist.
[CHUCKLES] Well, there it is.
Mystery solved. [LAUGHS]
I'll be honest,
I didn't know
what the fuck
was going on just now.
I'm sweating.
I thought I was about
to meet my father.
So, is this
all your doing, Ian?
It is.
Got to tell you,
I'm a fan of your work.
It's fuckin' knockout.
Thank you. But what was
that you said just now?
You believed you were
about to meet your father?
Aye. Heart was pounding
out my fucking chest.
Because your father is Satan.
Yep.
Old Nick's my old man.
But, uh...
Nah, never mind.
I don't mind talking.
Ah, fuck it.
[SCOFFS]
Just, I don't actually
know my father too well.
I mean, he speaks to me
often enough,
but I never get
to sit with him or see him.
You speak to him,
but you don't see him.
Oh, you hear him in your head.
Whole fucking time, Ian.
Mm-hmm.
I'm Jimmy.
Jimmy.
Actually,
Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal.
But no, you're good.
Uh, Jimmy's fine.
Let's sit, Ian.
I've got my peeps waiting
for me not too far away,
but they can sit tight.
No rush.
Let's just talk a wee while.
-[JIMMY SNAKE GRUNTS]
-JIMMY FOX: This is worse.
Stomach. Neck.
JIMMY SNAKE:
Get the fuck off me.
-Those were... One more time.
-JIMMY FOX: Is that going in?
JIMMY SNAKE:
One more time, come on.
JIMMY FOX: Yeah.
Stab. Stab.
JIMMY SNAKE:
That's all you've got?
JIMMY FOX: What?
That's what I...
JIMMY SNAKE:
That's all you've got?
-Come on.
-SPIKE: Jimmy?
What if it's not really
Old Nick down there?
Not Old Nick?
SPIKE: Yeah.
[SCOFFS]
Orange skin.
Palace of bones.
Communing with demons.
Who the fuck else
is it gonna be?
Just some old man.
A man we should
probably stay away from.
I think we should
just leave him alone.
-[KNIFE SWISHES]
-[JIMMY SNAKE GRUNTS]
[CHUCKLES] Leave him alone?
No.
That's not how we roll, kid.
And that's not some old man.
That's Old Nick.
And how...
strange...
and glorious
it will be to meet him.
[JIMMIES LAUGHING]
JIMMY FOX: Shit,
didn't mean to touch a nerve.
Nah, that's all right.
That's fine.
JIMMY SNAKE: Yeah.
JIMMY FOX: Too fucking easy.
No.
The real question is...
Is Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal
his son?
Is he even a real Sir-Lord?
What do you mean?
Do you ever get the sense
that Sir Jimmy
is full of shite?
Bone castles in the Highlands?
That's bollocks.
Why's he never
mentioned 'em before?
And I seen him
when he put
the binoculars
up to his eyes...
he'd never seen
that sight before
in his fucking life.
JIMMY: I was only eight
when it all went out of whack.
But a man of your age
must have a few memories
from before.
DR. KELSON:
Oh, less than you'd think.
I remember details.
Events and people.
But what it was actually like,
to live with
shops and fridges
and telephones
and personal computers...
I have no real memory
of that at all.
That said, I do remember
there was a sense of certainty.
The world had an order.
A way about it.
There were dramas
and upheavals, inevitably.
But the foundations...
They seemed unshakeable.
I remember church most of all.
But that's 'cause
we lived next to it.
And when the demons came,
that's where I hid.
You lived in the house
next to the church?
Right next to it.
Was it the rectory?
Yeah.
And your father
was the vicar.
If my mother and sisters
had hid in the church,
they'd have been all right...
but they stayed at home...
and got their heads caved in.
What about your father?
He was leading
the infected, Ian.
He was leading
the demons on the charge.
A great army,
with him at the fore.
Always said,
"charity starts at home."
[LAUGHS]
And that was the last time
you saw him.
Yeah.
Then I saw you and...
I'm in a bit of bind, Ian.
Why is that?
The others. My peeps.
I told them that you were
Old Nick, but you aren't,
and now they're
expecting to meet you.
I see.
And you're in a bit
of a bind, too.
How so?
Because if you can't help me
with my problem,
I'm going to force-feed you
your own intestines
until you can
no longer breathe.
Yes, that is a bind.
I like you.
-You're easy to talk to.
-Mm.
Not sure I've ever liked
anyone before.
Thank you.
So, do you think
there's an arrangement
to be made here, Ian?
[SNIFFS]
They say the devil's
always up for making a deal.
JIMMY: At nightfall tomorrow,
Old Nick
will grant us an audience.
But there are rules
thee must obey
when in the company
of the Dark Lord,
as you must expect.
Nobody may touch him
lest they be
struck down by flame
and their souls be delivered
to the seventh circle.
Howzat.
FINGERS: Howzat.
And nobody
may address him directly.
Only I may speak to him.
His favored son and heir.
Are we crystal?
Howzat.
FINGERS: Howzat.
DR. KELSON: Memento mori,
I told the boy.
I haven't feared my life
ending for many years.
I live alone.
My work is complete.
But today...
I did feel fear.
And I thought,
what will happen to Samson
if I'm gone?
They're coming back tomorrow.
So I want to try
something tonight.
I'd planned for it
to be gradual...
but events
have conspired, so...
a leap into the unknown.
I've been
developing an idea
about the nature
of the infection.
We know there
is a physical component.
Hemorrhage
and uncontrolled cell growth.
And we know there is a...
sensory component,
pain and terrible disquiet,
which the morphine silences.
But what if there is a...
psychiatric component too?
When the infected attack,
what do they see?
What do they think
they're attacking?
I've seen them
kill children and babies.
A baby gives no reason
to hurt it.
So they, you, must be seeing
something that isn't there.
Seeing something
that isn't there.
A doctor would
call that psychosis.
And a doctor would say
that psychosis can be treated.
I'm a doctor, Samson.
I'd like to try
treating the psychosis.
I'm going to ask you
to swallow these tablets.
[QUIESUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PANTING]
[SNARLING]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[SNARLING]
[GRUNTING]
JIMMY JIMMY: Where did you
think you were going?
SPIKE: No, Jimmy,
I was just... I was just...
No. You were
trying to nip away.
No. No, Jimmy. Jimmy, no.
-Shush.
-[WHIMPERING]
You know that lad
you stabbed in the leg
was my best fuckin' mate!
And you took him away
with your cowardice
and dumb luck.
So now,
in honor of his passing,
I think it's only fitting
if I slide this blade
slowly into your...
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS, CHOKES]
[GRUNTS]
[PANTING]
JIMMY INK: Where the fuck did
you think you were gonna go?
Anywhere.
Anywhere is better than here.
I've been to anywhere.
It's not.
You need
to stick with me, kid.
We'll go far.
He was "trying to escape"?
He said he was too scared
to meet Old Nick in person.
He couldn't face it.
I tried to talk him out of it,
but he wouldn't have it.
He tried to fight me.
I had to kill him.
That's not what happened.
That is what happened.
Sir.
JIMMY: Now, let's see
what Old Nick says tonight.
DR. KELSON: Samson!
Samson!
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Did it work, my friend?
Were you lost...
and now are found?
[GRUNTING SOFTLY]
[CHILDREN LAUGH FAINTLY]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[CHILDREN LAUGH FAINTLY]
-[LEAVES RUSTLING]
-[WIND BLOWING]
[HORN HONKS FAINTLY]
[LOW RUMBLING OF ENGINE]
[FAINT CHIME]
[MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY]
[GRUNTS]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
-[INFECTED GROWLS IN DISTANCE]
-[GASPS]
[TRAIN HORN BLARES FAINTLY]
[INSECTS TRILLING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[FAINT CHIME]
[FAINT INDISTINCPA ANNOUNCEMENT]
[PANTING]
[ANNOUNCER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[TRAIN PA CHIMES]
ANNOUNCER ON PA:
Good afternoon,
and welcome on board
this service to Edinburgh.
But you can't stop
doing that...
-Our next stop...
-...with her talent.
...will be Retford.
Please remember
to take
all your belongings...
MAN: I don't think it's hard.
...with you,
and place any rubbish...
-MAN: Part of the politics.
-...into the bins provided.
Ticket barriers
are in operation,
so please
keep your tickets ready.
CONDUCTOR: Ticket, please.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Thank you.
Ticket, please.
Ticket, love?
[CHATTER STOPS]
Ticket!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[ALL SNARLING]
Uh, I don't have a ticket.
[SNARLING]
[SHOUTS]
[SHOUTS]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
-[SNARLING]
-[GRUNTING]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[SHOUTING]
[GRUNTS]
[SHOUTS]
[SHOUTING]
[SNARLING]
[SHOUTING]
[SNARLING]
[SAMSON SHOUTING]
[SNARLING]
[SAMSON SHOUTS]
[SIGHS] Okay.
Let's turn this up to 11.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC TEMPO INCREASES]
[FIRE BURSTS, WHOOSHES]
[MUSIC FADES]
JIMMY INK: Whoa.
He awaits us, Jimmies.
Howzat.
[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
[LANTERNS SQUEAKING]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
MAN ON RECORD PLAYER:
Woe to you
O'er Earth and Sea
For the Devil sends
The beast with wrath
Because he knows
The time is short
Let him
Who hath understanding
Reckon the number
Of the beast
For it is a human number
Its number
Is 666
[ THE NUMBER OF THE BEASBY IRON MAIDEN PLAYING]
[SINGING ALONG]
I left alone
My mind was blank
I needed time to think
To get the memories
From my mind
What did I see?
Can I believe
That what I saw that night
Was real
And not just fantasy?
'Cause in my dreams
It's always there
The evil face
That twists my mind
And brings me to despair
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
Night was black
Was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see
Was someone watching me?
In the mist
Dark figures
Move and twist
Was all this for real
Or just some kind of hell?
666
The number of the beast
Sacrifice
Is going on tonight
[ THE NUMBER OF THE BEASCONTINUES PLAYING]
[SHOUTS]
I'm coming back
I will return
And I'll possess your body
[JIMMY WHOOPS]
And I'll make you burn
[YELLING]
I have the fire
[WHOOPING]
I have the force
I have the power
To make my evil
Take its course
666
The number of the beast
Sacrifice
Is going on tonight
Yes!
[ THE NUMBER OF THE BEASCONTINUES PLAYING]
[YELLING]
[SONG OUTRO PLAYING]
[FIRE WHOOSHING
RHYTHMICALLY ALONG TO OUTRO]
[WHOOPING]
[SONG ENDS]
[NERVOUS LAUGHTER]
[JIMMY LAUGHS BOISTEROUSLY]
Howzat?
[SCATTERED LAUGHTER]
DR. KELSON: Fingers?
Fingers...
approach.
Approach.
Behold, you...
are the fingers
of my right hand.
Your dark radiance
blackens even sunlight.
Pride moves inside me
like maggots
in the corpse of Christ.
Kneel.
Not you, my son.
You must stand.
[SMACKS LIPS]
We are grateful
for this audience, Father.
My time is eternal.
But your time
with me is short.
We understand, Great One.
We shall not
outstay our welcome.
Uh, but before we leave,
do you have any
specific instruction for us?
I do.
Please, do tell.
I command you to continue
with your infernal mission.
Continue
our infernal mission.
Continue skinning
and disemboweling
the mewling souls
of your kingdom.
Defiling their bodies,
making their agony
into sacrament,
making their screams
echo into the skies.
That is your command, Father?
Yes.
JIMMY: And what other
commandments do you have?
That the fingers must
always obey you, my son.
Obey me. Your son.
Without any question or doubt.
Submit always
and immediately to my will,
without any trace
of pause or insolence.
Without any fucking backchat.
And what is your final
commandment, my king?
Father, what is your
final commandment?
You are to grow
the number of your fingers.
Grow the fingers
from a fist...
into two fists.
And then five! And then 100.
And then 1,000!
So that no community
in Hell's kingdom
can be guarded
against our charity!
[BREATH TREMBLING]
Father, we hear you,
and shall obey.
Rise, Jimmies.
We now take our leave.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
Wait.
-Wait?
-DR. KELSON: Wait.
Spike?
I have one more command.
One more command?
Nope. No, Father.
I don't think so. Uh...
Continue our work,
grow stronger, obey me.
I'm pretty sure that was it.
No. There is one more.
Really?
And what would that
new command be, precisely?
I require...
a sacrifice.
A... A sacrifice?
Of whom?
You remember the church,
my only son.
Yes.
Then you remember Christ.
God's only son.
JIMMY: Uh-huh.
And you know that in order...
for God's only son
to ascend
and take his place
by his father's side...
Christ...
was first required
to be crucified.
You are my only son, Jimmy.
Jimmy, Jimmy...
I am your God.
I require the same.
You require me
to be crucified?
Yes.
And who's gonna bang me
onto that cross?
They are.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
Oh, no.
You fiend.
You properly turned
the tables around on me.
Slow down, Jimmy Ink!
I know you're itching
to make your move.
But before you do,
one question.
D'you really think this
gangly old fucker is Satan?
And if he is...
could I do this?
-[DR. KELSON GROANS]
-[GASPS]
-[CHUCKLING]
-[DR. KELSON GROANING]
-Ha!
-SPIKE: Kelson.
-[DR. KELSON GROANS]
-Kelson.
[STUTTERS] I don't understand.
What the fuck is going on?
-Who's the devil?
-I am, Jimmy.
Me.
Now, commandeer
this treacherous cunt.
-But...
-Fucking no "but"!
Do it! Now! Or I'll break
your fucking neck!
-[GRUNTS]
-[GROANS]
-No!
-Jimmy, don't do it.
-No!
-[GRUNTING]
[JIMMY GROANS]
[SPIKE BREATHING HEAVILY]
[JIMMY GROANS]
[JIMMY INK GRUNTS]
Howzat?
[DR. KELSON
BREATHES LABORIOUSLY]
[SPIKE PANTING]
Kelson...
[SOBBING, SNIFFLES]
-I'm sorry.
-It's okay, Spike.
It's okay.
Wait, you two
know each other?
DR. KELSON: [WEAKLY] Yes.
You're not Old Nick.
No.
Nothing is...
No one is.
There's just us.
[SNIFFLES, SOBS]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
You put on a good show.
Thank you.
I don't mean to make
your night any worse,
but I don't think
you're gonna survive that.
DR. KELSON: I know.
Why didn't you just let
well leave? [BREATH TREMBLING]
We were going. [SNIFFLES]
You would've been all right.
Suddenly, I saw it was you
behind the mask, Spike.
And I...
I think you've
suffered enough.
Old Nick or not,
there's still one last thing
I could do for ya.
Obey that last command.
[HAMMERING]
[JIMMY GROANING IN PAIN]
[JIMMY WAILING IN PAIN]
[SPIKE SNIFFLES]
Spike, is it?
Kellie.
Come on. Let's get
the fuck out of here.
[SPIKE SNIFFLES]
[CRYING]
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[GROANING WEAKLY]
[TEARFULLY] I can't hear
his voice anymore.
Ian.
Why can't I hear his voice?
[JIMMY SOBS]
[DISQUIETING MUSIC PLAYING]
[JIMMY'S BREATH SHUDDERING]
[JIMMY GURGLING]
I want my mum. [CRYING]
Oh, God.
DR. KELSON:
[FAINTLY] Over here.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING LABORIOUSLY]
SAMSON: Kelson.
Samson.
Thank you.
Memento mori.
[WHEEZES]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[GRUNTS]
[BREATHES LABORIOUSLY]
JIMMY: [CRYING] Father!
Father.
Father? [SOBBING]
Father...
why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
Father.
[CONTINUES SOBBING]
[SNARLS]
-[SHEEP BLEATING]
-[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CHICKENS CLUCKING]
[INSECTS BUZZING]
[KETTLE WHISTLING]
[KETTLE WHISTLING STOPS]
JIM: In the Second World War,
instead of
bankrupting Germany,
the world helped it rebuild.
Likewise, Japan.
So within a generation,
they had recovered
into economies
that outstripped
most of their victors.
SAM: And that was fair?
Sam, think.
It's better than fair.
It's desirable.
Why help your defeated enemy?
Because the enforced
bankruptcy
of the enemy
after World War I
was the reason
for World War II.
'48, Churchill.
SAM: Uh,
"Those who forget history
"are doomed to repeat it."
Wait, say again?
"Those who forget history
are doomed to repeat it."
Yes. Very good.
So...
then this becomes
a kind of a cornerstone
of European post-war
political philosophy.
To never forget. To...
To make it the ideas
that go bankrupt.
Fascism, nationalism,
populism, totally dismantled.
Never to return.
So how does that apply
to the economic landscape
of post-Soviet Russia?
Well, Sam,
I'm just saying that
if that were to come up
in the exam tomorrow...
you might get marked higher
if you use the Weimar Republic
as a reference.
If it comes up in the exam?
Dad, you're setting the exam.
I'm saying no more.
[FAINT GROWLING IN DISTANCE]
What was that?
What?
Listen.
[GROWLING IN DISTANCE]
Remember what to do?
Yeah.
There.
SAM: Oh, shit.
JIM: What is it?
SAM: They're chasing someone.
Two people.
Here, here, here.
SAM: Do we help them?
Dad? Do we help them?
Of course we do.
Okay, let's go, let's go.
[SOMBER ROCK
INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE]
[SCREAMS GETTING CLOSER]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
-[CRUNCH]
-[SCREAMING STOPS]
JIM: [ECHOING] Hello?
[DISQUIETING MUSIC PLAYING]
[DISTANT INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[LAUGHTER]
JIMMY FOX: Fucking
useless piece of shit.
Welcome
to the fucking nightmare.
JIMMY JIMMY: Go on.
Go on, Jimmy.
JIMMY FOX:
Don't let it be you, Shite.
Where you going?
Fuck you, boy!
JIMMY JIMMY: You got this,
Jimmy. You got this!
[PANTING]
Old Nick's gonna
have his way with you.
[LAUGHTER]
I think he's never seen
a knife in his life, has he?
JIMMY FOX: Fucking
quivering piece of shit.
Aw! Look at the little baby.
It's all for Old Nick.
Come on, Shite,
I'm fucking bored, man.
JIMMY JONES: Aye.
Get him, Shite.
This is your chance.
Fuckin' hell.
-Fucking move it.
-You little shit.
-JIMMY: Fingers.
-[CHATTER STOPS]
[SPIKE BREATHING ANXIOUSLY]
You understand,
this is a fight to the death.
No quarter.
FINGERS: Yes, Sir Jimmy.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
Are you watching, Father?
Master.
Dark Lord.
Are you ready
to see if the boy has
what it takes to be a finger?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Good.
Okay.
-Fight.
-Whoo!
JIMMY FOX:
Fucking come on, then.
Fucking get him, boy.
-JIMMY JIMMY: Go on.
-[LAUGHTER]
-Fucking have him.
-[SPIKE GASPING]
See this? See that?
I'll make it easier for you.
-[CLATTERING]
-[LAUGHTER]
-JIMMY INK: Watch it, Shite.
-Come on!
[GASPING]
JIMMY INK: Come on, kid.
JIMMY JIMMY: Fucking do it!
Ooh!
-[LAUGHTER]
-[SPIKE WHIMPERS]
[JIMMY JIMMY EXCLAIMS]
JIMMY SHITE: Unlucky, pal.
-[SPIKE GASPING]
-I bet that hurts.
-[KNIFE CLATTERING]
-You dropped your knife.
[GASPING] Just... please.
Do you wanna pick
that blade up?
-Go on.
-JIMMY JIMMY: Go on.
-[SPIKE GASPS]
-[FINGERS LAUGH]
JIMMY SNAKE: Yes, Shite!
-[EXCLAIMING]
-JIMMY FOX: Yes, son.
[LAUGHTER]
JIMMY SHITE: Fucking prick.
JIMMY INK:
You're taking the piss.
Don't fucking you worry
about that, Jimmy.
I plan to.
[LAUGHTER]
I'm just messing wi' you, kid.
-[SPIKE PANTING]
-[SNIFFLES]
Go on, kid. Go on. Take it.
Pick it up!
-Too slow, pal.
-[LAUGHTER]
I could do this
for fucking hours.
Fuck's sake, just finish it.
He's half your fucking size.
JIMMY SHITE:
I'll tell you what.
After I'm done
with this little prick,
how about me and you,
fancy that?
-[LAUGHTER]
-[GRUNTS]
-Ahhh!
-Ooh!
JIMMY SHITE: Shit!
[LAUGHTER]
Oh, fuck!
You little fucking cunt.
I'm gonna skin you
wi' your own fucking blade.
[SPIKE GASPING]
JIMMY: Oh.
[LAUGHTER]
-What...
-What the fuck? What the fuck?
-Oh... [LAUGHS]
-JIMMY JIMMY: Fucking hell.
JIMMY JIMMY: Oh, fuck me.
JIMMY SNAKE: Oh, no.
That's you fucked, Jimmy.
JIMMY SHITE: What d'you...
What d'you mean?
That's an artery
he's hit there.
Aye, it is.
-JIMMY: Oh, no.
-That's a lot of blood.
Ooh-hoo. [LAUGHS]
Fuck. Please. No, no, no!
-No!
-[LAUGHTER]
JIMMY SHITE: Fuck! Fuck.
Somebody, please help me!
Stop laughing. Help me!
Hey, that's not
how it fucking works.
But...
Sir.
No, Jimmy's right.
That's not how it works at all.
JIMMY SHITE: Shit!
Jesus Christ.
Oh, Jesus! Oh, God.
Christ, God!
What are you calling on
those shite cunts for, Jimmy?
Sir, please help me.
-Help, please, I'm scared.
-JIMMY: What, you wee crybag?
JIMMY SHITE:
Sir, I'm getting...
What are you getting, Jimmy?
Getting hungry?
Getting horny?
[BREATHES LABORIOUSLY]
Getting sleepy?
[EXHALES DEEPLY,
BREATHING CEASES]
Aw, sleepy.
Bless.
[BREATHING ERRATICALLY]
What's your name, son?
[SPIKE BREATHING NERVOUSLY]
S... S... Spike.
Spike? No, no.
No, that doesnae sound right.
I think your name is...
JIMMIMA:
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
[CHUCKLES]
It's Jimmy.
[CHUCKLES]
Jimmy.
[FINGERS LAUGH]
-Howzat?
-FINGERS: Howzat.
-[FINGERS CHUCKLE]
-[SPIKE BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING ERRATICALLY]
JIMMIMA: Mine.
JIMMY SNAKE: Give us a kiss.
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[GRUNTING]
JIMMIMA: Whoo.
[INSECTS TRILLING]
[INSECTS BUZZING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[TWIG SNAPS]
[TWIG SNAPS]
[SCREECHING]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[GRUNTING]
[GROWLS]
MAN: No! No! No!
[HYPERVENTILATING]
[SAMSON GROWLS]
[SNARLS]
-[GROWLS]
-[GASPS]
[SAMSON YELLS]
[SCREAMING]
[SCREAM FADES OUT]
[CHAINS RATTLING]
[GROANS]
See them walking
Hand in hand...
Across the bridge
At midnight
Heads turning
As the lights...
Flashing out are so bright
-[BONES CRACKING]
-[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SQUELCHING]
[IN DISTANCE] Lipstick cherry
All over the lens...
[GRUNTS]
As she's falling
In miles of
Sharp blue water...
Coming in where she lies
The diving man's
Coming up for air
'Cause the crowd all love
Pulling Dolly by the hair
By the hair
She wonders
How she ever got here...
As she goes under again
Girls on film
Girls...
[LOW GROWL]
-[LOW TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
-[LOW GROWL]
[GROWLING]
[SAMSON BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SCREAMING]
[GROWLS]
[SAMSON SCREAMS]
[LOW GROWL]
[GROWLING LOWLY]
[GROWLING]
-[DART WHIZZES]
-[GROANS]
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
DR. KELSON: Well,
an infected patient.
[CHUCKLES]
This is strange.
Possibly a world's first,
Samson.
Yeah, you have a name.
I chose it when I first saw
the new Alpha
that had taken the woods
as his hunting ground.
-[SQUELCHING]
-[GROANS SOFTLY]
I named you
for your size and strength...
and hair.
I'm Doctor Kelson.
Although right now,
I feel more like Androcles...
removing thorns
from the lion's paw.
Which means... [SIGHS]
you owe me, by the way.
[SNIFFLES]
Just kidding.
I'm NHS.
No charge.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROW CAWING]
[STEAM HISSING]
[HISSING]
[HISSING]
[HISSING]
[HISSING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SIGHS]
[LIGHTER CLICKS]
[LIGHTER CLATTERS]
[MACHINE WHIRRING]
[STATIC ON RECORD]
[ GIRLS ON FILM BY DURAN DURAN
PLAYING ON RECORD PLAYER]
[SONG STOPS]
[SNIFFLES]
[SAMSON GROWLING SOFTLY]
[SAMSON BREATHING ERRATICALLY]
[GRUNTS]
This is interesting.
[SNARLS]
[GROWLS]
-[GROWLS]
-I'm going to trust you, Samson.
That's the decision I've made.
I have what you want
right here.
If you kill me,
if my head is pulled
from my shoulders,
you won't get to have it.
It's a transaction, Samson.
It's a quid pro quo.
[GROWLS]
Suddenly, I'm not entirely
sure you understand Latin.
[SAMSON GRUNTS]
[SAMSON GROWLS]
[BREATHING ERRATICALLY]
Oh, thank God. You do.
[DART WHIZZES]
[BREATHING GROGGILY]
[SOFT, MUFFLED RUMBLING]
[GASPS, EXHALES]
-[SAMSON GASPS SOFTLY]
-[RUMBLING FADING OUT]
Yeah.
I wonder if you understand
anything I say.
If not the meaning
of my words,
the meaning
in the tone of my voice.
That I am no threat to you.
I mean you no harm.
Do you know the sound
of your name?
-Samson...
-[GRUNTS]
Most wondrous would be to hear
you speak a single word.
It would be miraculous...
to discover that the infection
lies over your mind,
clouding it,
not replacing it.
In this tranquil state,
do you have memories?
A trace of what you once were.
Or do I just give you
peace and respite?
[CHUCKLES]
Nothing wrong
with that, Samson.
Nothing wrong
with peace and respite.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[SUCKS]
Nothing wrong with that.
Nothing wrong
with peace, respite.
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[GRUNTS SOFTLY]
-[BIRDS CHIRPING]
-[MUSIC FADES OUT]
All still attached...
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[LAUGHING]
[ ORDINARY WORLD
BY DURAN DURAN PLAYING]
Samson.
[LAUGHING]
You beauty.
[CONTINUES LAUGHING]
[ ORDINARY WORLD BY DURAN DURAN
CONTINUES ON RECORD PLAYER]
[SAMSON SCREAMS]
[ ORDINARY WORLD BY DURAN DURAN
CONTINUES PLAYING]
[RAIN PATTERING]
[ ORDINARY WORLD BY DURAN DURAN
CONTINUES PLAYING]
[SONG FADES]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[LANTERN RATTLING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CROW CAWING]
[MOUTHING] I'm going to go
have a look over there,
and you go...
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[SNARLING IN DISTANCE]
[SOFTLY] Jonno.
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[SNARLING]
If he sees us...
he's gonna scream.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
Jonno. Jonno, don't...
-[TWIG SNAPS]
-[ROARING]
-[JONNO GRUNTS]
-[GROANS]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
-JONNO: Help!
-Go. Run.
What about Jonno?
[GROANS]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[PANTING]
Help!
-What about me?
-WOMAN: Run!
Wait!
[INFECTED SNARLING]
Don't leave me!
Don't leave!
[SNARLING]
[GROANS]
[JONNO GROANS]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
Come on, Tom.
Let's fucking go!
[RETCHING]
[GROANING LOUDLY]
-[YELLING]
-[BONES CRUNCHING]
[PANTING] Okay.
-What are we gonna tell 'em?
-What happened.
TOM: But we lost Jonno.
Jonno lost himself.
Come here.
-[BOTH PANTING]
-[SCREECHING IN DISTANCE]
Come on. Right. Okay.
[SHEEP BLEATING]
George.
I'm sorry, I've got bad news.
-George, I said that...
-We have guests.
What?
We have guests.
-[WOMAN GASPS]
-Hello.
There's someone
I want you to meet.
JIMMY: Tinky-Winky
would go nowhere
without his bag. Nowhere.
-But for this one occasion.
-[LAUGHTER]
And, of course,
you saw it coming.
JIMMIMA: Tinky-Winky.
Uh, Tinky-Winky decided
-to come back.
-Classic.
And found that Laa-Laa
and Po had not only lost
-one of the apples...
-Sit down.
...but they'd lost
the entire fucking bag.
[LAUGHTER]
Do you not know
the Teletummies?
Ah, they're glorious.
They had televisions
on their tums.
And on television,
they viewed themselves,
but with another television
on their tums.
Which they also
viewed themselves on.
Thank you.
And so on and so on,
ad infinitum.
Jimmima, do the Dipsy dance.
[SCATTERED LAUGHTER]
[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]
[LAUGHTER INTENSIFIES]
JIMMY FOX: Yes.
[JIMMIMA VOCALIZES]
JIMMY: That's perfect.
-Howzat?
-FINGERS: Howzat! Howzat!
Hello.
What are you doing here?
Uh...
Enjoying the hospitality
of good folk.
We, a group of wanderers,
hungry and tired,
brought in with open arms
and broad smiles,
-and nourished, and...
-Brought in?
You broke my flow.
-GEORGE: They just appeared.
-The gate was open.
-It was not.
-Brought in and nourished...
in both stomach and heart.
Are... Are we not welcome?
You know you're not.
Well, I do now.
No, Dipsy dance.
Oh, no.
We've got off on the...
-[CUTLERY CLANGS]
-...the wrong foot.
It's because we haven't been
properly introduced.
-Uh, fingers...
-Jimmy.
Jimmy.
-Ji... Jimmy.
-Jimmy.
-Jimmima.
-Jimmy.
Jimmy.
Roberto Calamari.
[FINGERS LAUGHING]
Fucking tough crowd.
It's a joke.
I'm Jimmy, too.
We're all Jimmy.
Are you going to leave?
Yes.
But obviously,
we're going to kill you first.
[MAN SCREAMS]
-[SCREAMING]
-Go!
[PEOPLE GROANING]
JIMMY JIMMY: God damn it!
JIMMY SNAKE: Hold on.
GEORGE: You get your...
JIMMY JIMMY: Fucking hell!
[JIMMIMA SCREAMING]
-[GRUNTS]
-JIMMY SNAKE: Yeah.
GEORGE: You're all stupid.
JIMMY JIMMY: Fucking cunt!
-[MAN GROANING]
-JIMMY SNAKE: Get up!
[PANTING]
[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]
[SHEEP BLEATING]
JIMMY: It would
frustrate Old Nick
to lose both her and the baby.
JIMMY SNAKE: Yes, Sir Jimmy.
[JIMMIMA LAUGHING]
We'll stay here tonight.
Offer charity.
Tomorrow, pastures new.
Go find pastures new.
I'm missing charity?
-JIMMY JIMMY: Fuck off!
-Fuck off.
JIMMY JIMMY:
Now get in the fucking barn.
JIMMY FOX:
Look at your fucking...
[LAUGHTER]
JIMMIMA: Come on.
JIMMY INK: Tinky-Winky
and the fucking apples.
"You saw it coming?"
'Course I fucking
saw it coming.
I've heard the story
a million fucking times.
-[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
-[SNARLING]
[CONTINUES SNARLING]
[FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING]
Moving on the floor now
Babe
You're a bird of paradise
Cherry ice cream smile
I suppose it's very nice
[MUFFLED]
With a step to the left
And a flick to the right
You catch that mirror
Way out west
Her name is Rio
And she dances
On the sand
Just like that river
Twisting through
A dusty land
[MUFFLED RIO
BY DURAN DURAN PLAYING]
And when she shines
She really shows you
All she can
Oh, Rio, Rio...
Dance across
The Rio Grande
[SONG STOPS]
You mean so much to me
Like a birthday
Or a pretty view
And I've seen you on TV
Two of a billion stars
But then I'm sure
That you know
It's just for you
You are fuckin' shittin' me.
DR. KELSON:
Her name is Rio...
And she dances on the sand
Just like that river
Twisting through a dusty land
JIMMY: And Old Nick saw
that the world of man
had failed,
and knew only disharmony.
And so Old Nick
released his demons
unto the world of man.
And the world of man fell
before the demons,
and his world became like
the guttering candle flame.
And God did nothing...
for he was invisible.
And couldnae punch his way
out of a paper
fucking bag anyway.
And so...
the world of man
became Old Nick's dominion...
and his dominion was Hell.
Howzat.
FINGERS: Howzat.
Then Old Nick did speak
to his favored son,
whose name was Jimmy Crystal.
And he said unto Jimmy,
"You are now
Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal.
"And you shall be
my right hand,
"which shall be strong,
"and you shall
have seven fingers.
"And each finger
shall be a claw,
"and you shall offer charity
to the world of man.
"And for this,
"you alone shall be my heir!
"And your seven fingers
shall hold
"your crown."
Howzat?
FINGERS: Howzat.
[TOM WHIMPERING]
I am
Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal...
favored son of Old Nick.
These are my fingers.
We travel the land,
we search for souls
to deliver to my father.
And we offer you...
charity.
Jimmies.
-Yes, sir.
-Yes, Sir Jimmy.
Today's charitable act
shall be...
The removal of the shirt.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
[QUIETLY] Please, no. Please.
-[BREATHING HEAVILY]
-[TOM WHIMPERING]
[DISQUIETING MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[WHIMPERING]
[DISQUIETING MUSIC CONTINUES]
[FINGERS EXCLAIMING]
JIMMY JONES: Hello, Grandpappy.
JIMMY SNAKE: I choose you...
JIMMY JIMMY: I wanna
make you fucking cry
and scream.
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
-[KNIFE SWISHING]
-[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
JIMMY SNAKE:
That fucking hurts?
[LAUGHTER]
[SKIN RIPS]
[MAN GROANS]
-[MAN SCREAMING]
-[LAUGHTER]
[RETCHING]
[CONTINUES RETCHING]
-[LAUGHTER]
-[MAN SCREAMING]
[SIGHS]
[SPIKE GROANING]
Jimmy?
SPIKE: Please, I can't...
[GROANS]
JIMMY: Sort it out, Jimmy Ink.
-[MAN SCREAMING]
-[SPIKE PANTING]
You can't avoid this, kid.
This is what we do.
I can't...
[PANTING]
Please.
I can't. Please.
Please.
-[SPIKE PANTING]
-[MAN MOANING IN PAIN]
Okay, okay.
All right.
Just stay out here.
[MAN SCREAMING]
[BIRDS CALLING]
[WIND BLOWING]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
Samson...
my friend.
There's something
we need to talk about.
The medicine
I've been giving you.
It's a cocktail
of various things.
But the main
and most powerful component
is morphine.
At your rate of consumption,
I only have enough
for two more weeks.
Over the last 28 years,
I've searched
every medicine cabinet
in a 70-mile radius.
[VOICE ECHOING]
We won't find any more.
Inevitably, one way or another,
the opiate peace
you have found with me...
will end.
But there is something
I can offer you.
[MUFFLED RHYTHMIC THUMPING]
A different kind of peace.
A place in the ossuary.
In a way,
a home.
-With me.
-[SAMSON BREATHES HEAVILY]
I want you to have
lasting peace, Samson.
And I think you want
to have peace, too.
And that's why
we've become friends.
Good friends.
If there was just some way
you could give consent.
Just the barest assent.
[SAMSON BREATHING HEAVILY]
[MUFFLED RHYTHMIC THUMPING]
[TAPPING]
Sleep well, Samson.
Moon.
What? Did you...
Samson...
you spoke.
M...
Say it again.
Say...
-Moon.
-[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[SNIFFLES]
Moon.
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
[CAPTIVES SCREAMING
AND GROANING]
[SQUELCHING]
[GAGGING]
[WOMAN CRYING]
[SPIKE SPITS]
[TOM GROANING]
[TOM WHIMPERING]
[GROANS]
[SOBBING]
[TOM WHIMPERS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
I need strong fingers.
Strong fingers
make a strong fist.
[CRYING]
Whoa. [SNAPS FINGERS]
-Listen!
-[GROANS]
-Focus.
-[GROANS]
Hey.
Choose a finger to fight.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
If you win...
you take their place,
and I call you Jimmy.
If you lose, you get charity.
If you refuse,
you get charity.
Nod or shake your head.
TOM: Mm.
Good.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
Which finger
do you choose to fight?
[SPITS]
Her.
I choose her.
[CHUCKLES]
JIMMY: [ECHOING] Father...
master, daddy,
king, king of kings...
Join us.
TOM: [GROANS] Fuck.
Yes. We thank you.
We are grateful.
Old Nick is here, Jimmies.
He watches through my eyes.
He smells the blood and fear.
He's whispering now.
I can feel his lips
on my ear, whispering.
He's saying...
fight.
So fucking fight.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
Come on.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
[FINGERS LAUGHING]
[GROANING]
Too fucking easy.
I make it look easy,
you cunt.
-[TOM GRUNTS]
-Ooh!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
-[KNIFE CLATTERS]
-[LAUGHING]
JIMMY JIMMY: Finish it.
[JIMMIMA SQUEALING]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
-[JIMMIMA STRAINING]
-[GROANING]
[SHOUTING]
[GROANING]
-[SCREAMING]
-[KNIFE SWISHES]
-[GRUNTING]
-[FINGERS LAUGHING]
[TOM GROANING]
JIMMY JIMMY:
Time for tubby night nights.
A Dipsy Laa-Laa!
Useless bellend.
Look at him trying to get up,
the stupid fucking...
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GROANING]
JIMMY JONES: Again! Again!
[GROANING]
JIMMY: Beautifully done,
Jimmima.
The boy's pain
is Old Nick's delight.
-[GROANING]
-[JIMMIMA LAUGHING]
Old Nick says...
"Charity."
Choose your act.
[GROANS]
I want to take
his trousers off.
[CHUCKLES]
Old Nick says, "Perfect."
[LAUGHTER]
JIMMY JONES:
He's shitting himself.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
[LAUGHTER]
[WHIMPERS]
-[JIMMIMA INHALES, MOANS]
-[WHIMPERING]
[JIMMIMA PANTING]
D'you see these other cunts?
Listen to me!
They would have just
stabbed you in the neck.
Not me.
You chose me 'cause
you thought I was weaker.
Hmm.
What you gonna be thinking...
as I rip the skin
off of your...
[FLESH SQUELCHES]
[GASPS, GROANS]
[CHOKES]
[WEAKLY] My cat has lost.
My cat... [GASPS]
[CHOKES]
Kitten fresh.
[VOICE CRACKING] Cloud space!
Cloud...
[WHEEZES] Cloud...
[GROANS]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
JIMMY: The fuck?
-There! Up there!
-[SCREAMS]
Fucking bitch!
Fucking shite!
-Get her!
-JIMMY FOX: Poxy bitch.
You stupid little cunt!
JIMMY SNAKE: How d'you get up?
JIMMY: Get her!
JIMMY FOX: I'm gonna fucking
kill you, you stupid cunt!
Get her! Go! Go! Go!
JIMMY JIMMY:
This fucking little bitch!
JIMMY FOX: She's there.
She's there!
-JIMMY SNAKE: Where is she?
-[SCREAMS]
JIMMY SNAKE:
Point her out to me.
JIMMY FOX: There, you can
fucking see her there, you twat.
I want her alive!
Alive!
JIMMY JONES:
Come out wherever you are!
JIMMY SNAKE:
Fucking coming for ya.
JIMMY JIMMY:
Fucking show yourself!
JIMMY: Go on! Get up there!
JIMMY JIMMY: Go on!
Take that, you little bitch!
JIMMY JONES: Where is she?
[SCREAMING]
JIMMY JONES: Jimmy!
JIMMY FOX: Put it out!
JIMMY SNAKE: Sir?
Don't! Here, go on!
Get out! Go!
[SCREAMING CONTINUES]
It's a lot
of fucking screaming.
[SCREAMING IN DISTANCE]
I suppose there's always
screaming with charity.
That just doesn't sound
like normal screaming.
That sound like normal
screaming to you, Jimmy?
[SCREAMING CONTINUES]
I mean, what's screaming
supposed to sound like?
It's people
shittin' themselves, innit?
Hey, don't mind me.
I'm overthinking it.
[SCREAMING]
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
JIMMY: Put him out!
Put him out!
JIMMY JONES: Fire! I'm on fire!
I'm on fucking fire!
[JIMMY JONES SCREAMING]
Please...
[COUGHING]
[CONTINUES SCREAMING]
[ALL COUGHING]
[GRUNTS]
[COUGHING]
Kid!
Catch her!
Bring her to me!
[PANTING]
WOMAN: Come on.
[WHIMPERING]
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
[WHIMPERING]
[PANTING]
Take me with you.
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
Please.
Please take me with you.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
Thank you.
[GROANING]
[CONTINUES GROANING]
[LOCK CLICKS]
[PANTING]
[CLATTERING]
[JIMMY INK BREATHING HEAVILY]
He's dead.
[SCREAMS]
[SOFTLY] Fuck.
JIMMY FOX: Sir.
JIMMY: You're alone.
-Yes, Sir Jimmy.
-JIMMY: I'm confused.
I thought I told you
to bring the woman to me.
SPIKE: You... You did...
The woman who crushed
Jimmima's skull
with a big fuck-off hook.
Why would you
let somebody like that go?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
I didn't let her go.
Then where is she?
She tried to escape.
She fought back,
and... and I had to kill her.
She fought back, Jimmies.
[CHUCKLES]
She fought back.
Jimmy here had no choice.
He was in danger
of being overpowered by a...
by a pregnant woman.
[SPIKE BREATHING HEAVILY]
How did you kill her?
With an arrow.
Where's her body?
It was dark.
[BREATHING ANXIOUSLY]
Some...
Somewhere in the woods.
Somewhere hard to find,
I expect.
SPIKE: Yeah.
Did you not think
to cut off her face...
bring that to me?
Or her unborn child?
Anything, really, that showed
a bit of fucking initiative.
[WHIMPERING]
What are you crying about?
I'm not. [SNIFFLES]
I'm sorry.
Not me you should be
apologizing to.
It's Old Nick you've let down.
I wonder,
should I call on him?
[CRYING]
Ask whether
he accepts your apology.
Or requires something more.
Like your gammy fucking face
cut off, for example.
No, please.
You should call on him, sir.
And ask if I can be the one
to offer charity.
JIMMY: You wish
to offer charity, Jimmy?
He as good as killed
Jimmima himself.
If he hadn't run away,
we all know he would've been
chosen to fight.
He doesn't deserve
to be a finger, sir.
Look at him now. The bastard's
fucking quivering!
[SPIKE'S BREATH TREMBLING]
Yeah, I agree.
We should ask Old Nick
about young Jimmy.
Yes. We should.
-I'll call on him right now.
-JIMMY INK: No.
No, we should
ask him in person.
Wha... What do you mean?
We should ask Old Nick
about young Jimmy in person.
Jimmy, Old Nick
does not just appear
in person when requested.
JIMMY INK:
No, of course not. But I...
What?
I saw him.
You saw him?
JIMMY INK: Earlier today.
You saw Old Nick.
With me own eyes.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
He had red skin...
and he was aged.
And he had
this great building
of human bones behind him.
His palace, I dare say.
[CLATTERING]
And he was cavorting with
one of his very own demons.
An Alpha, no less.
An Alpha sat at his master's
feet like a fucking lamb.
So should we let Old Nick
himself decide?
[CRACKLING]
[ EVERYTHING IN ITS RIGHT PLACE
BY RADIOHEAD PLAYING]
[ EVERYTHING IN ITS RIGHT PLACE
CONTINUES ON RECORD PLAYER]
Emoxin.
Naloxone. Naloxone. Okay.
Naloxone.
[OBJECTS RATTLING]
Oh, shit.
Day, day, day, daytime.
Samson!
Samson.
Shit.
So is it him?
Is that actually Old Nick?
Is that actually Old Nick?
Is that actually Old Nick?
Is it?
Aye, it is.
-It is?
-JIMMY: Yep.
-That is Old Nick.
-[CHUCKLES] Holy fucking shit.
Unholy fucking shit.
JIMMY SNAKE: Nice one, Jimmy.
JIMMY JONES: But did you know
your dad
was going to be here, sir?
You were leading us here
all along?
Yes, Jimmy, I was.
I mean, I didn't know
he was here,
in this, uh...
this... this castle.
It's a surprise.
But...
he's got a few...
dotted around his kingdom.
A couple in the Highlands.
Very nice.
This one must be new.
Which is why
I didn't know about it already.
JIMMY INK: That looks
like it's been here a while.
Aye. It does look pretty old.
New, as in,
the last five or ten years,
which is not long
in architectural terms.
So we gonna go down there?
Go and meet him?
No!
Not until
I've spoken to him first.
He may not want visitors.
One thing I can tell you
about Old Nick is
you do not want to catch him
on a bad day.
You guys stay put.
I'll square it with him.
Be back soon.
[TRAIN CHUGGING, STOPS]
[LEAVES RUSTLING]
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
[CHUGGING STOPS]
[WHOOSHING]
[TRAIN HORN BLARES, FADES]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROW CAWING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]
JIMMY: Hello.
Hello.
So...
Are you Old Nick?
Old Nick?
JIMMY: Yes.
Um... Um, no.
You're not Old Nick.
I'm not Old Nick.
I don't know any Old Nick.
Everybody knows Old Nick.
Well, I honestly don't. I...
I'm called Ian.
Ian.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm totally sure.
Because Old Nick is known
for being a little tricksy.
-Playing games, so to speak.
-Oh, wait.
When you say Old Nick...
you mean Satan?
Of course I fucking do.
So, why would you think
that I was...
Oh, you...
My skin color and...
the bones.
Well, you can relax.
I'm not Satan.
I am Dr. Ian Kelson.
Doctor?
Who are all these
poor fuckers then?
Your patients? [LAUGHS]
This is an ossuary.
It's a memorial to the dead.
It's like a graveyard.
[SIGHS] And your skin
is orange because...
It's iodine.
It kills the virus.
-Virus?
-That causes infection.
Doctor.
Atheist doctor.
Okay.
So, you believe
all this zombie shite
was caused by science
and bugs and whatnot.
Rather than?
Uh, Old Nick...
unleashing his wrath
upon the world of man.
I see. So...
I'm an atheist,
and you're...
you're a Satanist.
[CHUCKLES] Well, there it is.
Mystery solved. [LAUGHS]
I'll be honest,
I didn't know
what the fuck
was going on just now.
I'm sweating.
I thought I was about
to meet my father.
So, is this
all your doing, Ian?
It is.
Got to tell you,
I'm a fan of your work.
It's fuckin' knockout.
Thank you. But what was
that you said just now?
You believed you were
about to meet your father?
Aye. Heart was pounding
out my fucking chest.
Because your father is Satan.
Yep.
Old Nick's my old man.
But, uh...
Nah, never mind.
I don't mind talking.
Ah, fuck it.
[SCOFFS]
Just, I don't actually
know my father too well.
I mean, he speaks to me
often enough,
but I never get
to sit with him or see him.
You speak to him,
but you don't see him.
Oh, you hear him in your head.
Whole fucking time, Ian.
Mm-hmm.
I'm Jimmy.
Jimmy.
Actually,
Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal.
But no, you're good.
Uh, Jimmy's fine.
Let's sit, Ian.
I've got my peeps waiting
for me not too far away,
but they can sit tight.
No rush.
Let's just talk a wee while.
-[JIMMY SNAKE GRUNTS]
-JIMMY FOX: This is worse.
Stomach. Neck.
JIMMY SNAKE:
Get the fuck off me.
-Those were... One more time.
-JIMMY FOX: Is that going in?
JIMMY SNAKE:
One more time, come on.
JIMMY FOX: Yeah.
Stab. Stab.
JIMMY SNAKE:
That's all you've got?
JIMMY FOX: What?
That's what I...
JIMMY SNAKE:
That's all you've got?
-Come on.
-SPIKE: Jimmy?
What if it's not really
Old Nick down there?
Not Old Nick?
SPIKE: Yeah.
[SCOFFS]
Orange skin.
Palace of bones.
Communing with demons.
Who the fuck else
is it gonna be?
Just some old man.
A man we should
probably stay away from.
I think we should
just leave him alone.
-[KNIFE SWISHES]
-[JIMMY SNAKE GRUNTS]
[CHUCKLES] Leave him alone?
No.
That's not how we roll, kid.
And that's not some old man.
That's Old Nick.
And how...
strange...
and glorious
it will be to meet him.
[JIMMIES LAUGHING]
JIMMY FOX: Shit,
didn't mean to touch a nerve.
Nah, that's all right.
That's fine.
JIMMY SNAKE: Yeah.
JIMMY FOX: Too fucking easy.
No.
The real question is...
Is Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal
his son?
Is he even a real Sir-Lord?
What do you mean?
Do you ever get the sense
that Sir Jimmy
is full of shite?
Bone castles in the Highlands?
That's bollocks.
Why's he never
mentioned 'em before?
And I seen him
when he put
the binoculars
up to his eyes...
he'd never seen
that sight before
in his fucking life.
JIMMY: I was only eight
when it all went out of whack.
But a man of your age
must have a few memories
from before.
DR. KELSON:
Oh, less than you'd think.
I remember details.
Events and people.
But what it was actually like,
to live with
shops and fridges
and telephones
and personal computers...
I have no real memory
of that at all.
That said, I do remember
there was a sense of certainty.
The world had an order.
A way about it.
There were dramas
and upheavals, inevitably.
But the foundations...
They seemed unshakeable.
I remember church most of all.
But that's 'cause
we lived next to it.
And when the demons came,
that's where I hid.
You lived in the house
next to the church?
Right next to it.
Was it the rectory?
Yeah.
And your father
was the vicar.
If my mother and sisters
had hid in the church,
they'd have been all right...
but they stayed at home...
and got their heads caved in.
What about your father?
He was leading
the infected, Ian.
He was leading
the demons on the charge.
A great army,
with him at the fore.
Always said,
"charity starts at home."
[LAUGHS]
And that was the last time
you saw him.
Yeah.
Then I saw you and...
I'm in a bit of bind, Ian.
Why is that?
The others. My peeps.
I told them that you were
Old Nick, but you aren't,
and now they're
expecting to meet you.
I see.
And you're in a bit
of a bind, too.
How so?
Because if you can't help me
with my problem,
I'm going to force-feed you
your own intestines
until you can
no longer breathe.
Yes, that is a bind.
I like you.
-You're easy to talk to.
-Mm.
Not sure I've ever liked
anyone before.
Thank you.
So, do you think
there's an arrangement
to be made here, Ian?
[SNIFFS]
They say the devil's
always up for making a deal.
JIMMY: At nightfall tomorrow,
Old Nick
will grant us an audience.
But there are rules
thee must obey
when in the company
of the Dark Lord,
as you must expect.
Nobody may touch him
lest they be
struck down by flame
and their souls be delivered
to the seventh circle.
Howzat.
FINGERS: Howzat.
And nobody
may address him directly.
Only I may speak to him.
His favored son and heir.
Are we crystal?
Howzat.
FINGERS: Howzat.
DR. KELSON: Memento mori,
I told the boy.
I haven't feared my life
ending for many years.
I live alone.
My work is complete.
But today...
I did feel fear.
And I thought,
what will happen to Samson
if I'm gone?
They're coming back tomorrow.
So I want to try
something tonight.
I'd planned for it
to be gradual...
but events
have conspired, so...
a leap into the unknown.
I've been
developing an idea
about the nature
of the infection.
We know there
is a physical component.
Hemorrhage
and uncontrolled cell growth.
And we know there is a...
sensory component,
pain and terrible disquiet,
which the morphine silences.
But what if there is a...
psychiatric component too?
When the infected attack,
what do they see?
What do they think
they're attacking?
I've seen them
kill children and babies.
A baby gives no reason
to hurt it.
So they, you, must be seeing
something that isn't there.
Seeing something
that isn't there.
A doctor would
call that psychosis.
And a doctor would say
that psychosis can be treated.
I'm a doctor, Samson.
I'd like to try
treating the psychosis.
I'm going to ask you
to swallow these tablets.
[QUIESUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PANTING]
[SNARLING]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTING]
[SNARLING]
[GRUNTING]
JIMMY JIMMY: Where did you
think you were going?
SPIKE: No, Jimmy,
I was just... I was just...
No. You were
trying to nip away.
No. No, Jimmy. Jimmy, no.
-Shush.
-[WHIMPERING]
You know that lad
you stabbed in the leg
was my best fuckin' mate!
And you took him away
with your cowardice
and dumb luck.
So now,
in honor of his passing,
I think it's only fitting
if I slide this blade
slowly into your...
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS, CHOKES]
[GRUNTS]
[PANTING]
JIMMY INK: Where the fuck did
you think you were gonna go?
Anywhere.
Anywhere is better than here.
I've been to anywhere.
It's not.
You need
to stick with me, kid.
We'll go far.
He was "trying to escape"?
He said he was too scared
to meet Old Nick in person.
He couldn't face it.
I tried to talk him out of it,
but he wouldn't have it.
He tried to fight me.
I had to kill him.
That's not what happened.
That is what happened.
Sir.
JIMMY: Now, let's see
what Old Nick says tonight.
DR. KELSON: Samson!
Samson!
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Did it work, my friend?
Were you lost...
and now are found?
[GRUNTING SOFTLY]
[CHILDREN LAUGH FAINTLY]
[TIRES SCREECH]
[CHILDREN LAUGH FAINTLY]
-[LEAVES RUSTLING]
-[WIND BLOWING]
[HORN HONKS FAINTLY]
[LOW RUMBLING OF ENGINE]
[FAINT CHIME]
[MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY]
[GRUNTS]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
-[INFECTED GROWLS IN DISTANCE]
-[GASPS]
[TRAIN HORN BLARES FAINTLY]
[INSECTS TRILLING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[FAINT CHIME]
[FAINT INDISTINCPA ANNOUNCEMENT]
[PANTING]
[ANNOUNCER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[TRAIN PA CHIMES]
ANNOUNCER ON PA:
Good afternoon,
and welcome on board
this service to Edinburgh.
But you can't stop
doing that...
-Our next stop...
-...with her talent.
...will be Retford.
Please remember
to take
all your belongings...
MAN: I don't think it's hard.
...with you,
and place any rubbish...
-MAN: Part of the politics.
-...into the bins provided.
Ticket barriers
are in operation,
so please
keep your tickets ready.
CONDUCTOR: Ticket, please.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Thank you.
Ticket, please.
Ticket, love?
[CHATTER STOPS]
Ticket!
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[ALL SNARLING]
Uh, I don't have a ticket.
[SNARLING]
[SHOUTS]
[SHOUTS]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
-[SNARLING]
-[GRUNTING]
[INFECTED SNARLING]
[SHOUTING]
[GRUNTS]
[SHOUTS]
[SHOUTING]
[SNARLING]
[SHOUTING]
[SNARLING]
[SAMSON SHOUTING]
[SNARLING]
[SAMSON SHOUTS]
[SIGHS] Okay.
Let's turn this up to 11.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC TEMPO INCREASES]
[FIRE BURSTS, WHOOSHES]
[MUSIC FADES]
JIMMY INK: Whoa.
He awaits us, Jimmies.
Howzat.
[UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
[LANTERNS SQUEAKING]
[BREATHING SHAKILY]
MAN ON RECORD PLAYER:
Woe to you
O'er Earth and Sea
For the Devil sends
The beast with wrath
Because he knows
The time is short
Let him
Who hath understanding
Reckon the number
Of the beast
For it is a human number
Its number
Is 666
[ THE NUMBER OF THE BEASBY IRON MAIDEN PLAYING]
[SINGING ALONG]
I left alone
My mind was blank
I needed time to think
To get the memories
From my mind
What did I see?
Can I believe
That what I saw that night
Was real
And not just fantasy?
'Cause in my dreams
It's always there
The evil face
That twists my mind
And brings me to despair
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Yeah!
Night was black
Was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see
Was someone watching me?
In the mist
Dark figures
Move and twist
Was all this for real
Or just some kind of hell?
666
The number of the beast
Sacrifice
Is going on tonight
[ THE NUMBER OF THE BEASCONTINUES PLAYING]
[SHOUTS]
I'm coming back
I will return
And I'll possess your body
[JIMMY WHOOPS]
And I'll make you burn
[YELLING]
I have the fire
[WHOOPING]
I have the force
I have the power
To make my evil
Take its course
666
The number of the beast
Sacrifice
Is going on tonight
Yes!
[ THE NUMBER OF THE BEASCONTINUES PLAYING]
[YELLING]
[SONG OUTRO PLAYING]
[FIRE WHOOSHING
RHYTHMICALLY ALONG TO OUTRO]
[WHOOPING]
[SONG ENDS]
[NERVOUS LAUGHTER]
[JIMMY LAUGHS BOISTEROUSLY]
Howzat?
[SCATTERED LAUGHTER]
DR. KELSON: Fingers?
Fingers...
approach.
Approach.
Behold, you...
are the fingers
of my right hand.
Your dark radiance
blackens even sunlight.
Pride moves inside me
like maggots
in the corpse of Christ.
Kneel.
Not you, my son.
You must stand.
[SMACKS LIPS]
We are grateful
for this audience, Father.
My time is eternal.
But your time
with me is short.
We understand, Great One.
We shall not
outstay our welcome.
Uh, but before we leave,
do you have any
specific instruction for us?
I do.
Please, do tell.
I command you to continue
with your infernal mission.
Continue
our infernal mission.
Continue skinning
and disemboweling
the mewling souls
of your kingdom.
Defiling their bodies,
making their agony
into sacrament,
making their screams
echo into the skies.
That is your command, Father?
Yes.
JIMMY: And what other
commandments do you have?
That the fingers must
always obey you, my son.
Obey me. Your son.
Without any question or doubt.
Submit always
and immediately to my will,
without any trace
of pause or insolence.
Without any fucking backchat.
And what is your final
commandment, my king?
Father, what is your
final commandment?
You are to grow
the number of your fingers.
Grow the fingers
from a fist...
into two fists.
And then five! And then 100.
And then 1,000!
So that no community
in Hell's kingdom
can be guarded
against our charity!
[BREATH TREMBLING]
Father, we hear you,
and shall obey.
Rise, Jimmies.
We now take our leave.
[BREATH TREMBLING]
Wait.
-Wait?
-DR. KELSON: Wait.
Spike?
I have one more command.
One more command?
Nope. No, Father.
I don't think so. Uh...
Continue our work,
grow stronger, obey me.
I'm pretty sure that was it.
No. There is one more.
Really?
And what would that
new command be, precisely?
I require...
a sacrifice.
A... A sacrifice?
Of whom?
You remember the church,
my only son.
Yes.
Then you remember Christ.
God's only son.
JIMMY: Uh-huh.
And you know that in order...
for God's only son
to ascend
and take his place
by his father's side...
Christ...
was first required
to be crucified.
You are my only son, Jimmy.
Jimmy, Jimmy...
I am your God.
I require the same.
You require me
to be crucified?
Yes.
And who's gonna bang me
onto that cross?
They are.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
Oh, no.
You fiend.
You properly turned
the tables around on me.
Slow down, Jimmy Ink!
I know you're itching
to make your move.
But before you do,
one question.
D'you really think this
gangly old fucker is Satan?
And if he is...
could I do this?
-[DR. KELSON GROANS]
-[GASPS]
-[CHUCKLING]
-[DR. KELSON GROANING]
-Ha!
-SPIKE: Kelson.
-[DR. KELSON GROANS]
-Kelson.
[STUTTERS] I don't understand.
What the fuck is going on?
-Who's the devil?
-I am, Jimmy.
Me.
Now, commandeer
this treacherous cunt.
-But...
-Fucking no "but"!
Do it! Now! Or I'll break
your fucking neck!
-[GRUNTS]
-[GROANS]
-No!
-Jimmy, don't do it.
-No!
-[GRUNTING]
[JIMMY GROANS]
[SPIKE BREATHING HEAVILY]
[JIMMY GROANS]
[JIMMY INK GRUNTS]
Howzat?
[DR. KELSON
BREATHES LABORIOUSLY]
[SPIKE PANTING]
Kelson...
[SOBBING, SNIFFLES]
-I'm sorry.
-It's okay, Spike.
It's okay.
Wait, you two
know each other?
DR. KELSON: [WEAKLY] Yes.
You're not Old Nick.
No.
Nothing is...
No one is.
There's just us.
[SNIFFLES, SOBS]
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIGHS]
You put on a good show.
Thank you.
I don't mean to make
your night any worse,
but I don't think
you're gonna survive that.
DR. KELSON: I know.
Why didn't you just let
well leave? [BREATH TREMBLING]
We were going. [SNIFFLES]
You would've been all right.
Suddenly, I saw it was you
behind the mask, Spike.
And I...
I think you've
suffered enough.
Old Nick or not,
there's still one last thing
I could do for ya.
Obey that last command.
[HAMMERING]
[JIMMY GROANING IN PAIN]
[JIMMY WAILING IN PAIN]
[SPIKE SNIFFLES]
Spike, is it?
Kellie.
Come on. Let's get
the fuck out of here.
[SPIKE SNIFFLES]
[CRYING]
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[GROANING WEAKLY]
[TEARFULLY] I can't hear
his voice anymore.
Ian.
Why can't I hear his voice?
[JIMMY SOBS]
[DISQUIETING MUSIC PLAYING]
[JIMMY'S BREATH SHUDDERING]
[JIMMY GURGLING]
I want my mum. [CRYING]
Oh, God.
DR. KELSON:
[FAINTLY] Over here.
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREATHING LABORIOUSLY]
SAMSON: Kelson.
Samson.
Thank you.
Memento mori.
[WHEEZES]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[GRUNTS]
[BREATHES LABORIOUSLY]
JIMMY: [CRYING] Father!
Father.
Father? [SOBBING]
Father...
why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
Father.
[CONTINUES SOBBING]
[SNARLS]
-[SHEEP BLEATING]
-[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CHICKENS CLUCKING]
[INSECTS BUZZING]
[KETTLE WHISTLING]
[KETTLE WHISTLING STOPS]
JIM: In the Second World War,
instead of
bankrupting Germany,
the world helped it rebuild.
Likewise, Japan.
So within a generation,
they had recovered
into economies
that outstripped
most of their victors.
SAM: And that was fair?
Sam, think.
It's better than fair.
It's desirable.
Why help your defeated enemy?
Because the enforced
bankruptcy
of the enemy
after World War I
was the reason
for World War II.
'48, Churchill.
SAM: Uh,
"Those who forget history
"are doomed to repeat it."
Wait, say again?
"Those who forget history
are doomed to repeat it."
Yes. Very good.
So...
then this becomes
a kind of a cornerstone
of European post-war
political philosophy.
To never forget. To...
To make it the ideas
that go bankrupt.
Fascism, nationalism,
populism, totally dismantled.
Never to return.
So how does that apply
to the economic landscape
of post-Soviet Russia?
Well, Sam,
I'm just saying that
if that were to come up
in the exam tomorrow...
you might get marked higher
if you use the Weimar Republic
as a reference.
If it comes up in the exam?
Dad, you're setting the exam.
I'm saying no more.
[FAINT GROWLING IN DISTANCE]
What was that?
What?
Listen.
[GROWLING IN DISTANCE]
Remember what to do?
Yeah.
There.
SAM: Oh, shit.
JIM: What is it?
SAM: They're chasing someone.
Two people.
Here, here, here.
SAM: Do we help them?
Dad? Do we help them?
Of course we do.
Okay, let's go, let's go.
[SOMBER ROCK
INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]