Chemical Wedding Page #4

Your laws?

"Do what thou wilt."

"Love is the law,

Iove under will."

Who is it you think you are?

Victor,

who is it you think I am?

You are Oliver Haddo.

H-A-D-D-O.

Haddo.

Oh, Victor,

would you deny me thrice

before the cock grows?

Oh, God,

what-- what have you done?

Don't stutter so, Victor dear.

Don't worry.

I come not to bury Victor

but to praise him.

Oh, Jesus.

Another one of your stupid tricks.

- Mathers:
What do you think?

- It's really weird.

Aleister Crowley was born

in the same year

Eliphas Levi died

and he claimed to be

his reincarnation.

Levi wrote,

"An elder from the line of David

would impregnate a young girl

to preserve the bloodline."

I meant the menu.

What?

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

You must think I'm--

No no no, not at all.

It's just that this

will make a great article.

"Resurrected lecturer reveals

hidden truths about"--

A visiting physicist?

What hidden truths do you have?

Born in Pasadena,

schooled at Westcliff High,

researching at Cal Tech,

first girlfriend susan,

mother redhead... maybe.

He really shook you, didn't he?

Yeah. I mean,

some random professor

announces that he knows

who my birthmother is?

Well, maybe he just

read it somewhere.

Where?

I don't even know who she is.

And susan was my first girlfriend...

when I was nine.

( sighs )

- Are you ready to order?

- Mmm.

Wait a minute,

you're from Cal Tech.

The founder of Cal Tech

was a propulsion chemist

and the head of the Crowley

organization in America.

Jack Parsons, and...?

They're both Crowley fans.

Maybe Haddo knows him

and got the information from him.

He'd need a medium.

Parsons blew himself up

in our lab years ago.

Well, how did he do it then?

Magical meeting on the astral plane.

Come on,

scientists don't believe in magic.

You've got to believe

in cause and effect.

Really?

What about the uncertainty principle?

What about it?

The implications are

in my equations.

Chaos.

Exactly--

the inability to link

cause and effect.

The unexpected.

You've got it.

To the unexpected.

Long may it surprise us.

I can't bear to think of you

perverting your natural urges,

the power of your sexual magic.

see how the flame

burns through her

just as your red-hot

passion calls forth...

the whore of Babylon.

The mother of abomination.

she hath defiled herself

to suck dry

its mysteries.

How did you...?

Touch her.

Caress her.

Come, O serpent of passion,

grasp the moment now.

O great whore of Babylon,

Iet us gaze upon the cavern

where lies Choronzon.

In man rages.

( Victor moaning )

Let your fingers draw open

the chasm of creation.

Call her.

Name her.

Jesus!

Kundalini!

The serpent strikes!

( moans )

suck him.

Oh God.

( moaning )

Who rewards you, Victor?

What's my name?

What's my name, Victor?

- What's my name, Victor?

- Oh, Crowley!

Oh, Crowley!

Crowley!

On him, whore.

Take him through to the abyss.

And now...

the final journey.

( screaming )

( bell tolling )

Hi. still jet-lagged?

No.

Just thinking about an equation

that came to me at the station.

When the car pulled away,

I looked back and I thought

about your light chasing us.

- My light?

- Yeah,

and-- why are we whispering?

Rose might hear us.

- Who's Rose?

- My flatmate.

Will she mind?

"Do what thou wilt

shall be the whole of the law."

- What?

- It's what Crowley said.

The late magician.

Not so late, according to Haddo.

speaking of late,

what time is it?

- 9:
00

- You're kidding.

- ( laughs )

- What?

I didn't think you believed in time.

( rock music playing )

How was he,

your Mr. Wonderful?

I hope you didn't commit the cardinal

sin on a first date, young lady.

Rose, this is Josh Mathers.

- Oh.

- How do you do?

Hi.

Thank you.

I'm going to go and die now.

Oh my goodness.

Oh!

What happened there?

Oh, I fell.

sometimes it's hard to keep

your balance in Cyberia.

Russia?

No, the environment on the other side

of the computer screen.

Brent:

Oh, Cyberia as in cybernetics.

Of course.

( laughing )

Dr. symonds,

this is how I found it.

( groans )

Crowley's holy God.

And he claims

Aleister Crowley's not dead.

Not dead?

Okay, I'll dig out a picture of Haddo

from the prospectus.

You see if you can get

a picture of Crowley.

I'll try the library.

Is there any way of getting one

of Haddo with his head shaved?

Great, it's working.

It's flying.

Okay, Professor.

Victor is going to fire off

the coordinates.

- What's that?

- Oh, you'll want to see him.

What's going on?

It's pitch black, you know.

Uh, just a slight technical hitch.

We did it together--

you and me.

What is the matter with you?

Oh, sorry.

sorry.

We're just very excited.

Oh, go on. Go on.

You fired up?

- ( computer beeps )

- All fired up.

Okay, Professor,

welcome to Cyberia.

You're on the 50th floor

of the Wi-Fung Corporation building.

Brent:

My goodness.

I'm going to activate the squids now.

Look in the mirror behind you.

But I'm not in the suit.

No, because you're not really there.

The Z93 is regenerating

your thoughts.

Now let's see if your computer

can take itself seriously.

"Do what thou will."

Professor Brent,

introduce yourself.

Hello, I'm Professor Brent.

Hello, Professor.

My name is Mei Ling.

Pretty damn good.

We're getting a lot

of information back from you.

- How are you feeling?

- How is it for you?

Brent:

Perfectly natural.

I'm pleased.

Would you like to come this way?

- Brent:
What do I do?

- Follow her.

Ask her if she does blowj*bs.

Damn it, there's supposed

to be a corridor in that space.

- Why isn't the Z93 generating it?

- ( alarm beeping )

No, don't go in that space.

There's no information for it.

Enter and kneel before

the eminent preceptor.

Brent:

Close the door of my lips.

What's that?

Professor Brent,

are you all right?

We meet again

in the kingdom of the Beast.

( screaming )

( yells )

( screaming )

( alarm beeping )

Disengage the suit.

I'll do the electromagnets.

( flatline beep )

"Every man and woman is a star."

I always say, Mr. Crowley,

there's a little bit of good and evil

in every one of us.

Rene, you are a philosopher.

Now you should be

more careful with this in the future.

Only minor bruises.

No lasting damage.

Let's hope so.

so it's a redheaded girl

you want for tonight?

I have one in mind.

Let me see what I can do.

so be it.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Up the west end,

that's the best end

Where the nightclubs thrive

Down into a dive you go

There's a jazz queen,

she's a has-been

Has been Lord knows what

Every night she's there on show

she dances underneath

her magic spell

she's full of charm

and beer and stout as well

she's 66 but looks 16

Her friends don't know her,

now her face is clean

Fanlight Fanny,

the frowsy nightclub queen

see her glide around the floor

Then glide around

into the pub next door

Fanlight Fanny,

the frowsy nightclub queen

she looks well in the lime,

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