The Lords of Salem Page #4

with sights of the lamented

Forever more, our pain will be

as the pain of a woman tied down,

unable to move,

where one fiery worm eats into her vitals.

The woman screams for unconsciousness,

but there is no unconsciousness In hell.

The worm eats and eats

and eats and eats...

Heidi, Heidi.

Heidi

Heidi

Heidi, Heidi.

Heidi

Heidi

Hey.

Thanks, man.

What is your name?

Comment vous appelez-vous?

Comment vous appelez-vous?

Where is the bathroom?

O est la salle de bain?

O est la salle de bain

Where is the train station?

Where is the restaurant?

- O est le restaurant?

- O est...

Where is...

...restaurant?

This completes Lesson One.

Please turn the tape over.

Merci beaucoup.

- Hi.

- Hey.

I might be wrong, but I thought

maybe you could use some company.

I could.

You don't look so good, darling.

- What's that?

- This is lovely calming tea.

But, more importantly,

chocolate-chip scones.

I think they might be slightly overdone.

Keep going, Heidi. Good girl.

There we go.

Heidi LaRoc, let's see who you really are.

Adelheid Elizabeth Hawthorne.

Let's see who you're connected to.

And you are...

Reverend Jonathan Hawthorne.

F*** me.

Oh, man.

That's right, darling.

You just lay back and rest.

Don't you worry.

We're gonna be right here if you need us.

That's right. Good girl.

Little baby.

There.

Hello?

Yes, I'd like to speak

to Heidi Hawthome, please.

I'm sorry, darling,

you've got a wrong number.

Please do not call back.

It's so frightfully rude of you

to call at this hour.

Who was that?

Lord knows.

Sonny, get the chair.

Oh, Father, you give us the venom.

Fill us with your essence.

Let it burn through our souls

and our minds.

We trample on the cross.

We spit upon the book of lies.

We desecrate the virgin whore.

We blaspheme his holy spirit

and we rejoice in his suffering.

Guide this child

still in the shackles of the oppressor.

Help her break free

from his tyrant ways.

Entice her to take the precious bite

from whence she shall be delivered.

You are the dragon, Lord Satan.

Hey, where are you going?

Lunch is almost ready.

Oh, I'm gonna go down for a second

to the museum.

I gotta check on something

for the new exhibits.

What are they gonna do

when you retire?

Oh, well, probably sell the place

and start a Starbucks.

- I'll be back in an hour.

- OK. Love you.

Love you.

Hello.

Hey, it's me.

Hey

Yeah, I was just calling to say what's up?

And make sure everything's all right.

Oh. OK.

So... is everything all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, um...

Hey, I was thinking, maybe we can

hook up before the show...

...and come by,

get some food or something.

Maybe talk about things.

No, I'm all right.

I'm not feeling very hungry any more.

OK no, no, I understand that.

I could swing by around 10:30.

We can head to the gig together.

No.

I'll get there on my own. Bye.

Wait, wait, wait.

Don't... don't... don't hang up.

I know in the past I, I didn't understand

and I'm not saying I understand now,

but I'm here.

Whenever you need me.

I know.

I'll always know.

Bye.

You love him, don't you?

Excuse me.

Does Heidi Hawthorne live here?

Do you perhaps mean

Adelheid Elizabeth Hawthorne?

Yes, as a matter of fact I do, yes.

You look familiar.

Oh, well, I work

at the wax museum part time.

You probably saw me

walking back and forth on my lunch hour.

Oh, yes. The wonderful wax museum.

We have to teach our impressionable

children about Salem's glorious past.

- Yes. Well, I'm Francis Matthais.

- Uh-huh.

Now, are you a friend or foe?

Oh, well, I don't know

if I'm exactly a friend,

but I'm definitely not a foe.

I'm a mild acquaintance.

- And you are?

- Lacy.

I look after Heidi.

Oh, well, could I see her?

I don't see why not.

Why don't you come on in?

Heidi's just stepped out for a moment,

but we can wait in my apartment'.

- She won't be long.

- Oh, well, I can come back later.

NO. NO, no, no.

Come on in. Come and have some tea.

All right.

So...

Are you a married man, Francis?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

26 years in November.

26 happy years?

For the most part, yeah.

Local girl?

No, she's not a Salem lifer like me.

She's a Venezuelan girl, actually.

Any children?

No. We never got around to children.

Well, that's understandable.

Children are a bit of a waste.

Most are a total loss.

So few have anything of substance

to really offer us.

But... on the rare occasion

a special child appears.

Mm.

Well, I never really

thought about it that way.

I just didn't like the idea

of changing diapers.

Is Megan spinning her little philosophies

on the value of breeding again?

Don't mind her.

She lives in her own little bubble.

So, Mr Matthais, what was so important

that you had to rush over here

and see our dear little Heidi?

Well, it wasn't that important.

It was just a record that she played

on her show the other night.

Oh, really? And what record

would that be, Mr Matthais?

Some record by a group called the Lords.

You know, don't take this the wrong way,

but aren't you a little old

to like that sh*t?

Yeah. I was a guest on the show, actually,

if you can imagine that.

Sonny, darling,

would you mind getting me the sugar?

So, anyway, I just had some information

I thought she might find interesting.

Oh, I'm sure she would.

Mr Matthais, you strike me as a man

who would normally mind his own business.

I do, do I?

Why are you laughing?

I'm not laughing.

Is something suddenly funny?

Uh...

- You know, I think I'll come back...

- You know what I think?

I don't have a clue.

I think you've come here to get inside

my dear little Heidi's head.

Get inside her head and f*** her brain.

Have you come here to stick

your nosy cock inside her head

and f*** her brain, Mr Matthais?

- I think I should go.

- Oh, no!

- Good.

- That felt good.

Well, if it isn't my favourite fairy story.

The End of the American Watch.

I'll bet there are all sorts

of juicy stories of cunty witches

and the heroic deeds

of the f***ing mighty Jon Hawthome.

It seems you'd love to tell

our little Heidi

all about these spooky little tales

of judgement day.

Sonny.

No. No!

Sugar

I call my baby my sugar

I never maybe...

What a waste of a good man.

Yes. Such a pity.

And he was never going to be able

to stop anything.

Hey-ho.

Anyone care for a fresh pot of tea?

Lovely, darling.

Hello, Whitey.

Hi.

Going somewhere, are we?

Yeah, I was gonna go up and get Heidi.

You look nervous. Are you nervous?

No. Excuse me.

Why don't you sit here with us?

We need to talk.

No, really, I should get going.

We've got this thing

we're gonna do tonight.

Well, don't let us stand in your way.

Yeah, sure.

Take care of Heidi.

She means the world to us, you know.

What are you doing here?

I told you not to come here.

It's OK, Heidi.

You can tell Whitey to wait outside.

Wait for me outside.

What the f*** is going on here?

Please just wait for me outside. Just go.

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