The Final Conflict Page #6

but you're gonna have to...

What was De Carlo doing

at your house yesterday?

Who?

Now, come on, Dean. Just give me the truth.

I'm telling the truth. I've never

heard of De Carlo before in my life.

Peter.

- Go ahead, Peter.

- "At half past three yesterday afternoon,

I saw the priest called De Carlo

go to 144 Abbey Crescent,

where he spent an hour and 22 minutes

talking to the wife of Mr. Dean."

Damien... Look, l...

I didn't know he was a priest.

- I didn't know Barbara would...

- Kill your son!

What?!

There's only one boy left, and that's your son.

Destroy him... or be destroyed.

Damien, for the love of God!

"And God said unto Abraham:

Take now thy son, thine only Isaac,

whom thou lovest,

and offer him for a burnt offering."

Now, if Abraham was willing to slay

his own son for the love of his god,

- why won't you do the same for mine?

- You're all crazy.

Crazy.

Aren't you gonna stop him?

There's no need.

Go on! Go away!

Go on!

There, now. It's OK, honey. He...

Barbara! Start packing!

Barbara?

Ten o'clock, Miss Reynolds.

Locking up in five minutes.

Coming.

Miss Reynolds.

- What are you doing here?

- You saw him, didn't you?

You know Thorn is the Antichrist,

so why are you protecting him?

Either you get out of here or I'll call security.

Your son... Where is he?

- He's in bed and asleep, of course.

- He is not.

Your son is with Damien Thorn.

In body and soul. Your son has become

an apostle of the Antichrist.

You think Peter's been at school

for the past three days?

Check with the school

if you don't believe me.

He's been working for Thorn,

conspiring to murder the holy child.

They won't succeed.

The holy child is beyond

his powers now. He's safe.

But your child is not. There is only

one way to save your son, Miss Reynolds.

And that's by destroying the Antichrist.

- Are you asking me...?

- No. No, Miss Reynolds.

That is to be my sacred task.

But if you value your son's immortal soul,

you must help me to carry it out.

Hurry along, Miss Reynolds.

We're locking up.

I'll be out in a moment.

- I'm going home to my son.

- Then I beg you to let me come with you.

There will be no time to lose

when you find he's not there.

Please.

You think you've won, do you?

You watched me slay a hundred children

and never lifted a finger to save them.

"Suffer the little children to come unto me."

Your words, Nazarene, not mine.

Oh, Satan, the victory is thine.

All praise to thee, for thou hast

delivered this child unto me

that I maybe brought

face to face with the Nazarene

at last.

Now, Peter, listen to me and listen carefully.

The Christian faith has ten commandments.

I have only one.

Say it now and we two shall become as one.

- I love you.

- Beyond all others.

- Beyond all others.

- Beyond life itself.

No, Peter. Don't say it.

Give me back my son

- and I will lead you to the Christ child.

- Where is he?

Give me back Peter first

and I'll take you to him.

Very well. You shall lead us both to

the Nazarene, and then Peter shall be yours.

- No, Damien! It's a trick!

- Not if she wants her son back, it isn't.

All right.

If you can help me,

help me now.

No!

Peter!

Peter? Peter, dearest!

- No.

- Where is your god now, priest?

I'm here, Nazarene!

Where are you?

You hear me?

Face me!

Face me!

It's time!

Show yourself!

I know you're here!

Come out and face me!

You bastard!

Nazarene...

You have won...

nothing.

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