Cry of the Banshee Page #3

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She should be here.

We must show these people that

we have no fear, any of us.

Burke!

Quiet everybody!

Silence!

Stop the music!

Sir Edward's going

to speak to you.

Quiet!

That mad dog,

that you all thought was the

product of sorcery is dead.

My beloved son Sean fell

victim to that animal,

and not to any kind of sorcery.

The reason you are

all here tonight

is to celebrate its destruction,

and to see with

your own eyes that

witchcraft could've had

nothing to do with it.

And now, drink, dance, be merry.

Music!

M'Lady.

Burke.

No! No!

No!

I'm no Whitman.

A curse...

is on the house of Whitman!

She's bewitched!

A curse is on the house

of Whitman.

She's bewitched,

she's possessed.

Oh my God. God, she's evil.

She's bewitched!

She's cursed.

- This house is evil.

- Leave this house.

Don't go!

Can't you see my wife is mad,

she's not bewitched, don't go!

Come hack!

Roderick, Roderick.

My Lady, my Lady

come, come my Lady,

come, come.

Now my Lady, now, now.

Come, come.

Come, come.

M'Lady, come. Come on.

Come. There.

Come my Lady.

Quietly.

Gentle, gentle my Lady.

Could it be witchcraft?

Oona.

Oona.

Yes, of course, I

should've known.

I showed her mercy once

I should've killed her.

If those fools believe

that she still has power,

if I should lose my authority...

Burke.

I don't care how you do it,

bring Oona to me.

- Here.

- My Lord.

Ugly, isn't it?

This is where we

find out the truth.

What do you know about Oona?

Tell us where she is!

We can make you die a minute

every day for a year.

Or all in one bloody minute.

Save the pain,

tell us where Oona is

and I promise you,

you'll die in peace.

Why protect her?

She's an evil woman.

She's corrupt.

You're going to die for her.

And for the old religion.

Dana's not evil.

The fire's prepared.

No! No!

Come here, girl!

Confess and we'll spare you!

Oona is good, Oona is peace.

Oona heals, Oona is love.

No.

Where is Oona?

What in damnation are you doing?

She's just about

ready to confess, Harry.

The Greek walk, it's

your father's orders!

Get Lord Edward!

So you finally learned

to kill, eh Harry?

What's she saying?

Cut her down!

Oona. Oona?

Get her down!

I'm confessing.

I'm confessing!

The Lord of wonder.

Speak! Speak!

Are there powers we cannot see?

He came to my bed and he said

"Child, I will...

"I will give you a silver dress,

- if you join Oana and help..."

- Oona, Oona!

Where is she?

Can she conjure spells?

Does she work black miracles?

When I'm flying I can

shoot down any Christian

who sees me and does

not curse himself.

Would she carry out her curse?

Oona.

You'll go free!

Tell us, tell us the truth.

I send nightmare cats

to plague the Whitmans

with horrible dreams.

Will she fulfill the curse?

You'll go free!

Yes, free, tell us the

truth and you'll go free!

- Oona.

- Where is Oona?

Oona.

Oona.

Fire.

Born in fire.

Dies...

Died in fire.

Born in fire?

She dies with a

riddle on her tongue?

And we're no closer

to the witch.

Who is it?

M'Lady.

Roderick?

Roderick.

Roderick.

God better rise,

scatters presumptuous fools.

Smoke and tempest rages on.

How much are we

paying the weepers?

Five groats a head, my Lord.

See that they weep until dawn.

God gave you a sad

life, Patricia.

May Heaven give you rest.

'Tis witchcraft.

It is.

Witchcraft.

Lady Patricia...

Is dead!

Bully Boy,

carry out our plan.

Aye, my Lard.

We might find a

trace of Oona here.

Is it supposed to be haunted?

Look Father!

Who's that?

Woah.

Stand boy.

Our figure's disappeared.

Look Father,

an open tomb.

Let's see what's inside.

What and who.

So, this is our

king of witches, eh?

No, your Honor, no.

Not on the bones

of all the saints.

No.

What is so funny, old man?

A Christian Priest

in a heathen place.

Why, these old Gods would

be roaring with anger!

Mickey, what are you doing here?

What are you hiding eh?

Eh?

Graverobber.

Corpse robber.

The dead don't

need their treasures.

If I don't take them,

somebody else will.

Now hear me, all of you.

I must know Dana's whereabouts.

She is a danger and a

menace to all of you.

To protect you, I

must destroy her.

To find her, I will kill as

many of you as I need to.

Now, who has some information?

Which of you knows?

Well?

Well?

Well?

There's one!

She knows of heathen ways.

I'm sure of it!

Seize her!

No, please my Lord.

Put her on the wheel!

- Please my Lord.

- Hurry!

Nothing, nothing.

- Come on, tie her up!

- Please my Lord.

Quickly, man!

I know nothing my

Lord, I'm no witch.

Well girl,

where is Oona?

I know nothing of Oona, please!

Do you know? Where is Oona?

- Where is she?

- No my Lord, no.

She's not worth

your time, my Lord.

No!

No, no!

Please, help me!

Up there, there's a grave,

which has a picture of

this creature carved on it.

Maybe our God is

buried there, eh?

Excuse me, your worship,

night is coming on and

I must be out of here.

Wait, Mickey.

The lettering on that grave,

how does it translate?

Well that's an

easy one, it says,

"Born by fire, die by fire."

What it means, don't ask me.

Why, it don't even rhyme.

Born by fire, dies by fire.

Maureen.

Maureen.

Get out of here,

you gypsy vermin!

Get out!

Get out of here!

Get out, get out!

Get out, get out!

Come on Roderick,

up against the wall!

Move.

Put your arms up.

Up!

If we find the witch

maybe Lord Edward...

Will let you go free.

Without a flogging.

I should pray for

that if I were you.

Let's go home, Father.

Maureen

Whitman.

Maureen Whitman.

Maureen Whitman.

Whitman.

Whitman.

Roderick?

Roderick?

Roderick.

Roderick.

God is a spirit, and

they that warship him,

must worship him in the

spirit and in truth.

All worship the Lord in

the beauty of holiness.

Let the whole Earth

stand in awe of him.

Why pray to a powerless god?

You cannot help the

girl Maureen any more

than you could help

Sean or his mother.

Roderick and I belong

to the old religion.

He belongs to me.

Then I'll fight you for him.

You cannot fight me.

Then I'll fight for his soul.

His soul? He has no soul.

He doesn't exist.

He's a sidhe.

Sean Whitman is dead,

killed by my sidhe.

Lady Patricia is dead,

killed by my sidhe.

And tonight, another

Whitman will die.

The girl Maureen.

Then that one.

Harry Whitman.

And you.

Until Edward Whitman

is left alone...

And desolate.

And then he too

will die.

And Roderick will kill

and kill and kill.

Kill.

And there is nothing

you can do about it.

Bring her here.

No, let me die.

Let me die.

My children.

My children,

scatter to the hills.

Find back your ways of peace.

Somehow Oona had the power

to control Roderick to kill.

Said he's not a

man but a spirit.

Lord Edward!

Maureen, Maureen.

Maureen, was it Roderick?

I thought you said you

had him chained up!

But I, Bully Boy, you!

But I did my Lord!

We must find him, Bully Boy.

We will, my Lord.

Here, take this, Father.

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