Midnight Mass Page #3

for the rest of your life.

Come back

to St. Anthony's with me.

( seagulls squawking )

Look at them,

trying to hang on to the past.

Just trying to remember

what a normal life is like.

Keeping a foothold on the few hours

of the day that still belong to them.

How did it happen?

How did we let it all come to this?

They got organized,

that's what happened.

They've always existed.

Look at the literature and folklore

throughout the ages-

we were bombarded

with images of vampires

in movies and TV.

We were desensitized.

- It wasn't supposed to be real.

- Surprise.

Well, how could they have

existed for so long

without there being

any hardcore documentation?

I don't know.

Maybe they were contained to a rural area

with a small population.

Remember?

The first cases were reported in Saudi.

Plenty of small, isolated areas.

Yeah, I remember,

kids and older people at first.

Right...

a virus contained

to those particular regions.

Then there were

more deaths every day.

The body count

shot through the roof.

The virus story was maintained

in the media for as long as possible.

When we finally opened our eyes

to what was happening, it was too late.

We woke up one morning,

and entire countries were taken over.

And then they came here.

( caws )

It's all so different.

It looks like a real ghost town.

I know a place near St. Anthony's

where we can crash for the night.

Oh sh*t!

No, honey!

Shh! It's okay.

- We're not going to hurt you.

- Are you all alone here?

- What's your name?

- Is your mommy around?

- Or your Dad?

- ( Joe grunts )

Get the f*** out of here, now!

Let her go.

She's only a kid.

Is that all, a**hole?

What the hell do you know?

Look around,

it's daytime.

She's obviously

not one of them.

You don't know what the f***

you're talking about.

If you want to live, you'll run!

- Now!

- ( tires screeching )

Sh*t!

We got to run- now!

Come on.

( grunts )

( grunts )

Raven!

- Did I do good?

- You did perfect, Angel.

F***ing kids today.

You're the b*tch from the boardwalk,

the one with the mace.

Friends of yours?

You should do charity work

for the fashion impaired.

Oh, you son of a b*tch!

( grunts )

We'll see how funny it is when

Father Palmeri gets through with you.

Father Palmeri?

Why would you still call him Father?

- Look at me.

- ( scoffs )

What do you see?

I'm young and beautiful

and strong.

Wouldn't you agree?

I'll live on

until the end of time.

And you won't.

The beauty that you see

here before you

will never fade once I receive

the Father's immortal kiss.

He has the power to create

and destroy at will.

No one can resist him.

As no one will be able

to resist me.

Can I see my mommy now?

You said if I helped you

I could see my mom.

And so you shall, my dear.

We'll go see mommy right now!

- Where is she?

- She's right in that car.

Mommy?

( screaming )

( gunshot echoing )

( tires screeching )

Welcome home.

( tattoo needle buzzing )

( heavy metal music playing )

- Ow.

- Quit squirmin', woman.

- It hurts like hell.

- You got to suffer to be beautiful.

Easy for you to say. Why don't you try

to being on the receiving side for a while?

Does it look like I got these

out of a Cracker Jack box?

Take it easy, princess,

we're almost finished.

- ( needle buzzes )

- ( laughs )

Holy sh*t.

- Hey, Fin!

- Hey, stranger!

- How the hell are ya?

- Sore.

Other than that, as good

as can be expected, I guess.

Fin, this is my friend, Joe.

Joe, Finnegan.

Pleasure.

- Can I offer you a drink?

- No, thanks.

- ( buzzing continues )

- How about some food?

We got plenty of ramen.

We got some eggs, cheese, bread.

Plenty of canned goods

and cases of military MREs.

Tastes like ass,

but, hey, it's food, right?

Dakota here made a trade

for cases of the sh*t last winter.

Thanks, maybe later.

You never know, that stuff might be

worth something again someday.

So, what brings you down here?

We need a safe place

to crash tonight.

Come on, you should know that sanctuary

is the one thing I don't offer here.

But everything else

is negotiable, right?

Yeah, that's right.

I got a sweet deal goin' on here-

why should I have to stick my neck out?

- At the expense of everyone else.

- Joe!

( whispers )

What the hell are you trying to do?

The guy's a profiteer.

He's getting fat at the expense

of everyone else in town.

That's right, Gwen,

remind your b*tch who's boss.

It's cool, D.

Remember who covered for you

two years ago

when the feds came knocking

at my door,

about that bullshit

internet scam you pulled?!

I could have

ratted you out then.

But I didn't!

( knocking on door )

That's probably my dad

to walk me home.

You owe me!

What's it gonna be?

Generators!

( door creaks )

( screams )

( growling )

( growling )

( shotgun blast )

Upstairs...

there's an old hotel.

There's only one way in

and it dead bolts from the inside.

Just stay as long as you want.

It doesn't matter anymore.

( loud screech )

I can't stop thinking

about that little girl.

How can a human being sell out

their own race the way they do?

New Vichy?

Vichy?

Like, Vichy, French?

Mm-hmm.

I'm glad see you're not as culturally

illiterate as the rest of our generation.

The same way the Vichy French

collaborated with the Nazis,

these kids collaborate

with the vampires.

They have tattoos

that identify them to the local nest.

They're spared.

Why do they do it?

The first collaborators were

anything but willing, believe me.

They collaborated because

their wives and children were being held.

But it didn't take long

before the scum of the earth

came slithering out

from under their rocks

to offer their services

in exchange for immortality.

But why collaborate? Why not just bare

your neck to the nearest vampire?

That's what I thought at first.

But it didn't take me long

to catch on to their patterns.

See, they don't want

too many of their kind

concentrated in any one area.

Too many carnivores

in the forest-

once the food is wiped out,

the predators starve.

Right, so once they've

infiltrated a population,

they change their tactics.

They can choose who's brought

into the fold,

and who dies a natural death.

There's only one problem.

- What's that?

- Animals reproduce solely by instinct.

Preservation of the species.

Humans do it by choice,

because it feels good.

They're running out of food.

I don't think the remaining population

has been feeling any too romantic lately.

Within a year, the vampires have become

the dominant species on the planet.

To accomplish that,

they had to reproduce more quickly

than I'm sure

they would have liked to.

Their population explosion

was too massive.

Now, most of them are starving.

That's why they all look so sick.

Vichy have been out every day

hunting for food.

They also just set up,

for lack of a better term,

a stud ranch

out of the old motel on 70.

A lot of the young women that have been

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