Holocaust 2000 Page #5

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Wait a minute.

What are you saying?

Caine, you must stop

the project immediately!

Have you gone crazy?

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

I have the proof here.

You...

have...

generated something

that is not human.

Now, Griffith--

Griffith!

- Hello?

- Hello?

- Hello!

- Hello?

Oh, here you are at last.

I'm sorry.

Now stop being so mysterious.

All right.

Tonight I have something

I must tell you, Robert.

And I want Angel to hear it too.

I am very happy-

Uh, I'm expecting a baby.

That's wonderful.

- I've always wanted a baby brother.

- Maybe it's a girl.

Caine, you have generated

something that is not human!

Hello?

Hello!

Hello!

Hello hello!

Father?

I need your help.

- Tired?

- No, not yet.

In my condition it's good to walk.

Time you saw a doctor

for a checkup.

No, I'm feeling fine.

Today I'm happy

because we are together.

I haven't seen much

of you lately, Robert.

Oh, forgive me, Sara.

Here. Here we are.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

Well, it's been- you know,

Griffith's death, it's been awful.

Have they found out

exactly how it happened?

God only knows.

Sara, it-- it's just that--

that one-in-a-million freak accident.

Let's just walk up

to that little church.

No, I'm too tired.

I want you to meet the priest there.

A Priest?

Yes.

- Why?

- I'd like you to talk to him.

But, Robert, you told me yourself

that you're an agnostic.

That's why

you didn't have Angel baptized.

Sara...

we're going up to that church.

I'm not going in!

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with you?

Are you afraid or something?

Now come on!

- Let me go!

- Sara! Come back!

What shall I do, Father?

The two horns of the false lamb.

The symbol is clear.

The second son,

the Antichrist...

who will unleash the dragon

of the apocalypse.

That's madness.

Why do you refuse to see what's--

what's in front of your eyes?

The dragon of the apocalypse

is your atomic plant.

Monsignor...

this-- this is ridiculous.

Those who try to stop it

have been destroyed.

Your wife.

Harbin.

Professor Griffith.

Who will be next?

You generated good

with your first son Angel.

Now you have planted

the seed of evil.

Sara could never produce evil.

Never.

Didn't you see

how she reacted to the cross?

- To the house of God?

- Yeah, but she's gonna have a baby.

- She's not feeling well.

- Don't close your eyes to the truth.

The Antichrist.

This is what is hidden.

This is what is growing

in the belly of that woman.

I'm sorry.

I tried not to wake you.

You're sick again?

It's nothing.

It's normal.

Go back to bed.

Sara.

Sara, have you ever considered

the possibility...

of getting rid of the baby?

Have you gone mad?

No.

- I'm asking you very seriously.

- But why?

Well, there are many of reasons--

your health, we're not married,

I have a son almost your age.

But, Robert, this is our baby.

Listen to me, Sara.

This child must not be born.

I don't want it.

I never asked you

for anything, Robert.

Neither money nor marriage.

I will leave with my child

and you will never hear

from us again.

Sara.

Never.

Never.

Don't leave me.

You must learn to love him.

He is your child.

The answer is no.

No. No. Not acceptable.

But those are the tests

you asked us to run.

- Well, then I've changed my mind.

- Well, what do you want?

A safe process!

Good, not evil.

We're not seven-headed monsters

unleashing a holocaust.

It must be safe safe safe!

Now do it again!

Two months' work up the spout.

- What's wrong with him?

- I wish I knew.

Doesn't confide in me.

Well, he's tired out.

Perhaps, but this is too dangerous

to be left in the hands

of someone in a state like that.

I'm afraid he's right, Angel.

He's only saying

what we've all been thinking.

Don't be so nervous.

You've got to have a checkup

at this stage of your pregnancy.

I know. You are right.

One of the best gynecologists

in London.

But I feel--

I don't know what-- some--

I feel something

coming from here, inside.

As if he was trying

to tell me something.

Here we are.

Okay.

Come along, madam.

We've been waiting for you.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Doctor.

This way.

This is God's will.

You must be strong.

Just relax.

Won't take a moment.

- Nurse.

- This way, my dear.

Here we are.

Just through there.

Why those instruments?

What do you want to do to me?

Nothing.

Keep calm.

This is a perfectly normal examination.

No'.

Keep away from me!

You want to kill him!

I won't let you!

- Sara.

- Don't touch me!

- You want to kill him!

- We must do it.

No! Oh! No!

- No!

- Sara!

Sara.

You've got to stop worrying.

Of course she'll come back.

Why did she leave in the first place?

Where did she go?

I don't want to talk about it.

I'm very worried.

The whole thing is

a complete mess.

We're weeks behind

with the construction,

you keep countermanding

every order.

If we don't coordinate,

the whole project will fail.

- I wish it would.

- What?

We must fail.

We must reverse our stand

at the Geneva conference.

What do you mean?

We've created a monster.

A monster that will destroy the world.

We must fail.

We must fail.

We must fail.

Evening, Mr. Caine.

"Caine, this is Griffith.

I'm leaving this message for you

in the computer as a precaution.

The formula corresponds

to Angel's medical file number.

Look at his card.

The cerebral wave trace is flat.

There is no existent cardiac frequency.

He is not a human being!"

Hello. Can I fix you

something to drink?

No, thank you, Angel.

You feeling sick again?

Well, it's to be expected.

It's very sweet of you

to worry about me.

If you hadn't given me

a place to stay,

really, I don't know how

I would've managed.

Now don't do that.

Shh, that's enough.

You know,

I keep repeating to myself

that Robert is sick.

But how can I forget

what he tried to do to me?

Robert will cure himself.

Now the important thing is

that he doesn't find out where you are,

at least until the baby's born.

We're almost there, aren't we?

- Yes.

- I found a very good clinic.

It's called St. Justin's.

We could get you in there tonight.

Are you happy?

Mm-hmm.

Angel.

Not Sara's child.

But it must be the second son.

Angel is the second son.

The second?

His twin brother

was strangled at birth

by Angel's umbilical cord.

But he's my son.

That's only a machine accusing him.

And won't it be a machine

that sets off the final holocaust?

Mankind believes more in machines

than in God.

No. I don't believe it.

I must see him.

I must look into his eyes.

This letter nullifies

my contract for the nuclear plant.

I'll present it tomorrow morning

at the Geneva meeting.

This is the last weapon we have.

If something happens to me,

get it to Geneva.

Will you do that for me?

Certainly.

My son.

That's my place.

No, Father.

Not anymore.

Who are you...

really?

I am the heir of a man

who must leave his post

because of a severe

nervous breakdown.

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