Bloodline Page #3

- I don't know what I'm doing here.

- I had to see you.

Whatever you want.

We were good together, John.

Yes.

We will be again.

Mommy!

Oh, God!

Oh, thank God!

- Jack, honey, baby, come here.

- I can't, Mommy.

He won't let me.

What, baby?

- Mom.

- Oh, God.

Young... unformed.

Oh, what appetites

I could teach him.

Just give him to me, please!

Oh, you suffer beautifully.

But I am here for business,

not pleasure.

- Just tell me what you want.

- Oh, I want bait.

Live bait.

Bobbi! Jack!

Bobbi!

You stay here.

Oh, thank God.

John, don't!

Easy.

I don't know who

or what you are...

and I don't care.

I just want my wife

and my kid back!

Oh, I understand...

how you love this boy.

You have plans for him.

Hopes and dreams.

A whole imagined future...

where you love him

and watch him grow.

- Yes.

- Then complete your work.

Or, though the boy

will not die here,

for a thousand years his dearest wish

will be that he had!

For God's sake!

Do I look like someone

who cares what God thinks?

Just tell me what you want.

The box.

Apathway to hell...

made by

an ancestor of yours.

The room downstairs...

potentially

a bigger pathway.

You will help...

to fulfill its promise.

Come on!

Come on, Jack.

This way.

Come on!

- We're gonna split up. Take the other stairwell.

- What?

I've got a plan. Jack, it'll be okay.

All right? You can do it.

Come on, you bastard.

It's me you want.

Don't flatter yourself.

I don't want you, child.

I want what you were born with: A gift.

The lights.

Oh, no. Not light.

Darkness is where you find me.

Good.

Stand your ground.

Family man.

The box,

once thought so powerful,

is only a model.

What you will give me

is the true version.

No longer will we have to

seep into your world...

like pests through cracks

in the baseboards.

Once and for all,

we will open the gates,

lay low the ramparts.

Isn't that what the Princess

wants from you?

Isn't that the game

that you two have been playing?

- This isn't a game.

- Oh, yes.

This is a game.

And now it is time...

to play.

I shall go first.

Daddy!

Run!

It is time to open

the pathway... forever.

That's impossible!

No. No!

Does this pathway

work both ways?

Toy maker.

Come here, Jack!

So young.

So tender.

- So ripe.

- Daddy!

- Get your hands off of him!

- Get your hands on the console, toy maker.

You have work to do.

Open the pathway for me!

The toy maker's design.

Do it!

- Jack!

- Daddy!

- Run, Jack!

- No more games.

- Jack!

- Mommy!

You go play with your dog,

you bastard!

The boy lived.

He carried

the bloodline,

the guilt for what

our family had begun.

And how to undo it.

Did he carry that too?

Yes. It was passed down

through the generations.

It came upon me first

in my dreams.

My blood was speaking to me

while I slept,

telling me to make good the damage

L'Merchant had done...

all those centuries ago.

Dr. Merchant,

what were you doing...

when Parker and I found you

in your cabin?

Summoning a demon

or two.

Maybe more.

- And did you succeed?

- Oh, yes.

It was much easier

than I thought.

Merchant, do you hear me?

I know you're watching.

We'd almost given up

waiting for you to play.

Long wait, demon,

for such a short game.

Short? Ohh.

Is that any way to treat

an old friend of the family?

No. Tell the truth,

Merchant.

You're pleased to see me.

Your impatience...

has matched my own.

Perhaps.

But now curiosity

is satisfied.

And it's time for revenge.

Dr. Merchant,

consider yourself relieved.

Not now.

I let them out!

What's wrong with this

is I don't believe in hell.

But it believes in you,

and it's out there right now.

I don't frighten easily.

Well, stop thinking

and start feeling!

Your gut knows that I'm

telling you the truth.

There's something in this station

right now that wants our souls.

And whether you believe in hell or not,

it's gonna take us there.

Solar alignment in place.

- Twenty-three minutes to

complete mission. -

Please...

get off this station.

Let me save

at least one soul.

We go together,

or we don't go at all.

Then we go together.

Just let me finish.

Rimmer, we're pulling out as soon as

Parker finishes checking Merchant's cabin.

Get him out of there now.

You don't know what they're capable of!

Rimmer, escort the prisoner to his cell

and prepare to leave at 04:30 hours.

What the...

Help! Help!

- Save me! Hurry!

- My God!

- We're trapped!

- Hurry!

Help!

Get us out of here!

Hurry!

In here!

What the hell is this?

The remnants of a most

unsatisfying victim.

Still...

you're here

to change all that.

Aren't you?

Merchant has a plan.

Kill them all.

I keep trying to raise Parker.

He's not responding.

- I'm going to go check it out.

- He's dead!

And if you don't let me out to finish

my work, you're all dead!

Chamberlain.

Parker's dead.

- What?

- Parker's dead.

Oh, God.

Don't know what the hell's

going on.

Just remember:

Shoot first.

Out.

Help me, please!

Please, help me!

Please.

Help me.

Mr. Chamberlain?

What the f*** planet

are you from?

Come on.

- Can you still do it? Can you stop them?

- I can try.

I need a couple of minutes to get

the coordinates locked in from here.

Give you a chance to get to the ship.

Go. Now!

- We can't leave without Carducci.

- Carducci, come in!

I'm going after him.

Get to the ship.

That weapon

will not protect you!

But I know something

that will.

Oh, no.

He said it could protect me.

He told me what to do.

Please, go ahead.

It's a box.

It's just a box.

Thank God

for men of reason.

Finish it.

Now the final movement

begins.

Soon the bloodline

will be severed.

You and your ancestors have

proved worthy opponents.

The taste of victory...

is almost bittersweet.

Glorious, is it not?

Perfect.

The creatures that walk

on its surface,

always looking

to the light,

never seeing the untold oceans

of darkness beyond.

There are more humans alive

at this moment...

than in all

its pitiful history.

The Garden of Eden.

A garden of flesh.

Nowhere to run this time,

toy maker.

No escape.

Double back down this hallway

and get to the shuttle.

- You've got five minutes, Rimmer.

- Together, you said.

- I'm not done here.

- Well, then, I don't go.

I'm coming right after you.

Just be ready.

We're not gonna have much time

once this thing goes.

Trust me.

I'm not going to sacrifice myself

if I can help it.

I'm not that crazy.

Oh, my God.

Here, doggie.

Play dead.

Dr. Merchant,

two minutes to complete mission.

Two minutes.

Two centuries.

It all ticks by

so quickly.

You are so very like

your ancestor.

Did you know that?

I have the distinct

sense of deja vu.

The same defiance,

the same faithless hope

in the light.

- And what do you have faith in?

- Nothing.

I am so exquisitely empty.

Then it won't hurt you

to die.

Will it?

I cannot die.

I am forever.

Dr. Merchant,

one minute to complete mission.

Where are you,

toy maker?

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