Prince Of Darkness Page #2

scientifically.

Convince the outside world.

The outside world doesn't want

to hear this kind of bullshit.

Just keep it locked away.

You've already managed that

for 2,000 years.

No prison can hold him now.

Hi.

HI.

It's getting cold out here. I thought

this was supposed to be California.

Did you have a class tonight, or...

Library.

Oh. Actually, I was hoping you'd

have a cup of coffee with me again.

This is startin'

to become a habit.

Okay.

Okay.

Good morning.

Thank you.

We didn't get much sleep.

Mmm.

Who needs sleep?

We do. Today's Friday.

Can I tell you something?

Oh, please, don't.

I want to.

Tell me next time...

if there is one.

Or the time after that, or...

two years from now.

Who was he?

The one who gave you

such a high opinion of men?

I wouldn't like it if

either of us jumped to conclusions.

How do you know I was going to say

what you think I was gonna say?

Because if you don't,

I don't wanna know.

Oh, please, don't tell me.

This place gives me the creeps.

Well, it was abandoned.

Hmm. I never would've guessed.

No, I hear it used to be

a beautiful church. When?

In the 1950s. My husband's

parents used to come here.

And then for some reason,

it was closed down.

Well!

Yeah.

Hi. I'm, uh, Leahy.

I'm looking for Birack.

Hi. Brian Marsh.

He's over in... There he is.

Ah. Thanks.

Professor Birack.

Yes.

Hi. I'm Paul Leahy.

Oh. Dr. Leahy.

I'm glad you could come. Yes. Well, now, all

I really know about what's goin' on here...

is what one of your students

told me on the telephone.

We're just getting organized. If you have

some equipment, find a spot over there.

All right.

We're making this the central lab.

Sure. Well, what are we

actually doing here?

Well, I gotta cover for Leahy over

the weekend. Extra credit seminar. Wow.

Hi, Frank.

Don't leave.

Excuse me.

I have to set up.

Hi.

Hello.

Frankie, who's that?

Susan Cabot.

Radiologist. Married.

Ah. How married?

Very.

Oh. Hi, Doc.

Hi. I'll be workin' upstairs.

I want you to set up the

basic panel down here. Right.

What are you supposed

to be testing?

I don't know.

Compounds? Basic structures?

When I know, you'll know.

Uh, Leahy.

Great.

Science marches on.

Yeah.

Need any help?

No, I'm okay.

There better be a diploma in my

mailbox when I get home on Monday.

I really can't believe this is

happening. I had a date tonight...

with this beautiful young

trial attorney from Century City.

Where were you taking him?

Please, it isn't funny.

What are they doing?

They're watching us.

They started comin' around when

I got here at 9:
00 this morning.

I'm Calder. Microbiology.

Brian Marsh.

Walter.

Lomax. Engineering.

Nice meeting you.

Hi.

Lomax.

How you doing?

So anybody know what

this whole deal's about yet?

Not a clue.

Nobody's got a clue.

I'm getting my doctorate

in theology.

Analysis of ancient scriptures.

This shouldn't be too difficult,

except for the numbers.

It's so wonderful

what you're doing, Father,

opening the church again.

Are you all right?

We're ready.

He's gaining strength.

I can feel it all around us now.

So what's going on?

Something downstairs.

Yeah? What?

I hate to tell you guys,

but this is real bullshit.

I know there's a reason why

nobody's opened this thing yet, right?

Let me have your pen

for a second.

Is this some kind of

toxic crap? Could be.

Okay, but I still don't understand

why we're not taking direct samples.

I mean, what's the big mystery?

Catherine's entering these equations

upstairs. They're translated from Latin.

Differential equations?

From a book written

We hadn't invented

differential equations... Right.

Professor Birack, I don't think

we have too much to worry about.

The lid on that thing won't open.

Look.

It's incredibly elaborate.

Right here, there's a...

there's a weird locking mechanism.

Looks like it can only

be opened from the inside.

I'm going back.

Look at this.

Now, a friend of mine at U.C.L.A.

Did a study of chronic schizophrenics.

They're supposed to have stereotyped routines

that they repeat every 20 minutes or so.

You know, like a stuck record in their brains

repeating the same phrase over and over.

Well, I have been watching them

on and off all day,

and they don't seem

to be making any movements.

They just stand there.

With those kinds of problems,

I say let 'em stand there

if they want to. Ooh!

You okay?

Yeah. I bumped into something

this afternoon.

It's starting to hurt.

Probably nerves.

It's a bruise, Walter.

You don't bruise from nerves.

I used to break out when I was 12.

Doctor said it was homosexual panic.

I'll see you Monday morning.

You got anything for me?

No, I'm afraid not. I'm guessing on the

acidity based upon the corrosion samples.

The figures you gave me.

Yeah.

Well, it can't be that high. Well,

I know, but you asked me to guess.

All right, get outta here.

Good night, sir.

Hey, what's with the "sir" business?

Okay, good night, Sir Doc.

Better.

A lot better.

My God.

Hey, look, can I talk

to you for a minute? Yes.

Nobody's really saying

much of anything here.

We're still putting together the first round of

tests, and nobody's really stopped since we got here.

Get to the point.

Nothing... anywhere ever is supposed

to be able to do what it is doing.

Now, settle down now.

Go back to work. A life form is

growing out of pre-biotic fluid.

It's not winding down into disorder.

It's self-organizing.

It's becoming something.

What?

I mean, an animal?

A disease? What?

The hardest thing to hear for any of

us is something we don't agree with.

"I saw a star fall from heaven

unto the bottomless pit,

and he was cast out

as water from the flood... "

This is crazy.

Man.

Hadn't you seen it yet?

No. For the last four hours, I've been

carbon dating the corrosion on the lid there.

We're talking about

seven million years.

What?

Yeah.

I'm goin' topside.

Want me to wait for you?

No, uh-uh. Go on.

This whole section's a kind of history.

Part of it was indecipherable,

as if someone were deliberately

trying to erase it.

I managed to piece together most of it.

Okay, it kind of starts here.

"The container was buried somewhere

in the Middle East eons ago by... "

It gets a little wild here...

"the father of Satan,

"a god who once walked the earth

before man...

but was somehow banished

to the dark side. "

Apparently, the father

buried his son inside the container.

This was the section

someone was trying to erase.

Now later on here,

"Christ comes to warn us.

He was of extraterrestrial ancestry,

but a human-like race. "

Finally, they determine Christ is crazy,

but he's also gaining power converting a lot

of people to his beliefs, so they kill him.

But his disciples keep the secret

and hide it from civilization...

until man could develop a science sophisticated

enough to prove what Christ was saying.

Something like this can really

f*** up your weekend.

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